Super Dictator

Of course, Wei Jichen didn't sleep with Maude that night. He wanted to tear Maude's arrogant appearance apart step by step and get deep into her heart, but he also knew that he couldn't do it too hastily.

Before leaving, Wei Jichen checked Maud's friendliness towards him and found that it was only 40 points. Although it was still far from 90 points, it was much better than the 10 points at the beginning.

The next day, Wei Jichen took Wang Shizhen, Duan Qirui and others to Haikou. The coastal artillery was dismantled by the Japanese. Wei Jichen reported to Wang Wenshao and asked for cannons to be sent over quickly. At the same time, he demolished the west wall to repair the east wall and improved some of his artillery batteries. Or exchange it from other places in Liaodong.

Coastal artillery is the only defense system along the coast in this era. It is not unimportant, and it naturally attracted Wei Jichen's attention.

Originally, the coastal artillery at Lushunkou did not inflict much damage to the Japanese fleet. The main reason was that the Japanese attacked from two sides and the land behind was lost first.

This time, Wei Jichen learned the lessons from the Sino-Japanese War and redesigned the coastal artillery to increase the firepower against the rear.

Lushun Haikou is planted with countless trees, most of which are willows. The old trees are whirling, with fallen leaves falling to the ground one after another. In the gentle breeze, the skinny willow branches are floating in the wind, just like today's Qing Dynasty.

Li Hongzhang spent a huge amount of material and financial resources on Lushunkou, but in the end it was all in vain, Wei Jichen thought with emotion.

Under the withered yellow leaves, Wei Jichen found several men standing there.

One of them was a middle-aged scribe with a majestic appearance and an immortal demeanor, as if he did not belong to the human world. Wei Jichen immediately fell in love with him. This was the first time he had seen such a person in the Qing Dynasty, and Wei Jichen was a little surprised. What's surprising is that this scribe is actually wearing a sword.

In the Qing Dynasty, Wen Tian was a military commander, let alone a literati. He rarely rode horses, sat in sedan chairs, carried swords, and carried a lot of money. This man was obviously dressed as a scribe, but he was wearing a sword. , which is really rare.

However, Wei Jichen was a martial artist, so he saw something. This scribe was strong and powerful in his movements and had a standard of his own. He was not just a showman when it came to wielding a sword, but he was a real expert in swordsmanship.

"Who could this be?" Wei Jichen was very surprised that there was such a person in the Qing Dynasty.

Look at the person next to him, who is eight feet tall, with bulging muscles like iron knots, and has endless strength. What is even more shocking is that he is holding a Qinglong Yanyue sword, which probably weighs no more than a hundred kilograms.

Wei Jichen was greatly surprised, his eyes lit up, he was a master.

The next two people should be book boys or something, each of them holding a guqin.

"Wei Shuai, do you want to drive this person away?" Wang Huaiqing looked at the four people warily. They were wearing swords and knives. They looked like they were practicing. In Wang Huaiqing's mind, they were extremely dangerous people. .

Wei Jichen smiled and shook his head: "This place is not far from the military restricted area. We can't just drive people away without any reason. Let them go."

Wang Shizhen didn't take it seriously. With people like him protecting him, could those four men hurt Shuai Wei?

"Commander Wei, in the opinion of my subordinates, it is best to add a few fixed forts here. In this way, a lot of blind spots can be reduced. If enemy ships want to enter the port again, they will have to spend a lot of money." Wang Shizhen said seriously, He had already done various investigations before coming here, and now he was confident.

Duan Qirui obviously had a different opinion and retorted with a smile: "Master Wang only considers dealing with sea targets and forgets to deal with targets behind him. We have limited funds and must do everything foolproof. Therefore, my subordinates suggest that Wei Shuai does not need to build additional forts, as long as Just like Dagukou, just lay many mines in Haikou to form a mine array. "

Both of them were from the artillery team. Duan Qirui saw with his own eyes how his own fort fell into the hands of the Japanese in Weihaiwei. Therefore, his mentality changed long ago and he believed that fixed forts would not play a big role. If possible, , just use mobile positions.

Wei Jichen was very happy when he saw his two favorite generals quarreling with each other. The mother-in-law said she was right, and the father-in-law said the public was right. He was afraid that his generals would be dead.

"Okay, okay! Let's discuss this together when we get back." Wei Jichen blushed when he saw the two arguing, and had no choice but to act as a peacemaker.

"Huaiqing, please spread out military blankets and put out food and wine. After we have lunch, we will continue our inspection." Wei Jichen happened to be a little hungry, so he said with a smile.

Wang Huaiqing responded and ordered his soldiers to lay out the food and wine under an ancient tree.

After sitting down, Wang Shizhen and others were a little cautious, but Wei Jichen stood up and poured each of them a glass of wine himself.

Wang Shizhen and Duan Qirui were both shocked and stood up in fear, even saying they didn't dare.

Wei Jichen, however, solemnly toasted them with a glass of wine first, and then said: "Pinqing and Zhiquan have worked hard for me to defend the Liao army these days, and they are worthy of Wei Jichen's glass of wine."

Xu Daobang and Ma Jinxu are both veteran generals. There is no problem in letting them set up camp and lead troops on expeditions, but it is a bit difficult to let them train with Western military methods. The infantry drills and artillery training matters compiled by the Liao army were all made by Wang Shizhen. Duan Qirui, Feng Guozhang and others compiled it together with German teachers.

Wang Shizhen was a person who didn't like to show off, but he would do his utmost to do whatever was asked by Wei Jichen. Wei Jichen asked him to compile a book about the origins and achievements of the Ding Liao Army, and he immediately understood it. Understand Wei Jichen's intention.

The compiled books not only portray Wei Jichen as a wise and courageous general, but also vividly describe how Wei Jichen cherished his soldiers and treated them like brothers, making the soldiers believe that Wei Jichen was not only their food and clothing parent, but also their absolute leader. , and strive to cultivate the soldiers' sense of absolute obedience and loyalty.

No wonder this person could become the Dragon of Beiyang in the future, but he was not as keen on power as Feng Guozhang and Duan Qirui, and he won Yuan Shikai's trust.

Wei Jichen felt happy in his heart, and when the wine was dry, he felt a powerful aura.

At this moment, a burst of tragic poetry came over.

"There is nothing in the world that can overcome the sorrow of autumn. When Xiang Canghao takes a rest, 40 million people will shed tears. Where is the divine state in the world!"

Wei Jichen turned his head and saw the scholar just now weeping among the willows, drinking alone in front of the sea water. He was obviously feeling sad, probably thinking about the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895 or something like that.

"These scholars can only write one or two sour poems and howl a few times. In today's world, how many people like Wei Shuai have worked hard and tried their best to avenge their shame?" Although Duan Qirui What he said was a bit flattering, but it made sense.

In today's government, there are indeed too few people doing practical things.

Wei Jichen and others were all wearing casual clothes, so the scholar didn't know that Wei Jichen and others were officials, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to say, "Where in the world is China?"

Wei Jichen smiled and said nothing, just raised his glass and drank.

Soon, there was another sad and sad sound from the piano. Wei Jichen turned around and saw that the scribe was already sitting cross-legged on the ground, playing the piano.

Now, Wang Huaiqing was not happy. Everyone was drinking happily here, but the scribe played such a sad song. Anyone would be a little depressed.

"That sour scholar, if you want to play the piano, go and play, and don't bother us drinking and talking." Wang Huaiqing shouted loudly.

"Yeah!" The big man standing next to the scribe opened his eyes, his eyes flickering, and his eyes were as bright as the scorching sun above nine heavens, staring at Wang Huaiqing.

Wang Huaiqing was like an angry leopard, glaring back without any sign of weakness. The two of them stared at me and me at you, not letting anyone go, not even blinking, and they were still slowly approaching.

Wei Jichen wanted to try the big man's martial arts, but did not say anything to stop him.

Wang Huaiqing and the Han Dynasty had never met before, so why did they become so tense when they met that a war was imminent? The biggest reason is that I met an opponent and wanted to compete.

The two were already standing face to face, with Wei Jichen and others looking at them solemnly.

boom!

Two big feet stamped on the ground, making a shocking sound, like a heavy hammer hitting the ground. The ground was overwhelmed and trembled.

Needless to say, Wang Huaiqing was the most powerful general in the Dingliao army, otherwise he would not have become the captain of the personal soldiers. When Wei Jichen was injured, he could walk with flying speed while carrying it on his back, without any pressure. He did not expect that the man opposite him could be so powerful.

I saw the two people stretched out their right hands and clasped each other tightly. Their arms were covered with veins, like earthworms.

"Ho!"

The two of them shouted loudly at the same time, like a tiger roaring, shaking the eardrums.

There was a heart-stopping sound of joint friction, and the eyes of both of them were filled with light, which was breathtaking.

It seemed like there were only two people left in the whole world.

This was a contest of brute strength. The two men were breathing heavier and heavier, and their faces were as red as drunkenness.

"Hey!" Wang Shizhen yelled softly, because he found that Wang Huaiqing's right hand was being pressed down bit by bit.

Interesting, Wei Jichen's heart moved slightly.

"rise!"

The big man bit his lip tightly and roared, and the angry veins swelled. Wang Huaiqing was even worse. On his arms, neck, and forehead, the veins were like the branches of an old tree. His eyeballs were bloodshot and bulging out of their sockets.

Seeing that Wang Huaiqing was about to be knocked to the ground, the scribe next to him said loudly: "Brother Wang, why should you hurt your harmony?"

"Young Master is right!" The man lost his strength, Wang Huaiqing's body lightened, and he said hoarsely: "I lost."

The two of them stared at each other, noticing the admiration and excitement in each other's eyes, and suddenly felt a sense of sympathy for each other.

"Wang Huaiqing!"

"Wang Wu!"

Wei Jichen on the side heard that the man called himself Wang Wu, and he was delighted. Could it be that the scribe was Tan Sitong.

Tan Sitong was one of the people Wei Jichen respected in the late Qing Dynasty.

"I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving behind my liver and gallbladder." He is proud and confident.

Tan Sitong had the heroic spirit of an ancient righteous man and the magnanimity of a chivalrous man. He learned swordsmanship from Wang Wu at the age of 12, and began to travel the world with swords at the age of 20. He traveled up and down the Yellow River and north and south of the Yangtze River. He was a comet in the ideological circles of the late Qing Dynasty. In his short life, he left a lasting legacy. An article written by Xia Renxue exudes the light of thousands of feet and sweeps away the power of clarification.

"Meeting is fate. If you don't think a certain wine is too weak, why not come and have a drink." Wei Jichen thought to himself and was not slow to speak. Seeing Wang Wu and Wang Huaiqing cherishing each other, he couldn't help but laugh out loud and said to the scribe, whether it is Tan Sitong or not , this person is very popular and worth making friends with.

The scribe put away the piano and handed it to the bookboy beside him. He walked over quickly and said with a calm smile: "In that case, I'll bother you sir."

Only then did Wei Jichen take a closer look and saw that he was in his thirties, wearing a moon-white gown and a black warrior uniform. He had his left hand on his waist and a sword in his right hand. He had thick eyebrows and handsome eyes, which were as bright as lightning. He looked as tall as a mountain and looked arrogant. The awe-inspiring righteousness of the God of Death.

"Could it be that Liuyang Tan was resurrected?" Wei Jichen asked, squinting his eyes.

Tan Sitong was curious, but he didn't expect that his identity had been guessed. When he walked not far away, he saw that Wei Jichen had an awe-inspiring majesty in his movements. There was no pretense, but it was revealed naturally.

Who is this person? Although he is young and handsome, he has the appearance of a dragon and a tiger. When he looks around, he has an aura that swallows mountains and rivers and is arrogant in the world.

"It's Tan. Who is this brother?" Tan Sitong gently cupped his fist at Wei Jichen and said with a smile.

"It's not necessary to know each other before we meet, just sit down and drink." Wei Jichen pointed lightly towards the ground and said calmly.

Wei Jichen knew that Tan Sitong was an outstanding figure in this era. He criticized the autocratic monarchy and the Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Constant Rules, believing that not only could those stupid autocratic monarchs not have to die for them, but everyone could be punished.

Tan Sitong is different from Kang Youwei. Tan Sitong's character is like a chivalrous man in ancient times. He can die for righteousness, die for the ideals in his heart, sacrifice himself in danger, and die generously. However, Kang Youwei is much inferior to him.

"Brother Tan is holding the Phoenix Judgment Sword?" Wei Jichen asked curiously.

Knowing that Fengju Sword was an old possession of Wen Tianxiang, Wei Jichen naturally wanted to take a look. Later, he heard that Tan Sitong cherished this sword as much as his life and never left the sword, so he guessed it was this sword.

"Brother is also a good swordsman!" Tan Sitong smiled slightly. Seeing that Wei Jichen also had a long sword beside him, he handed his Fengju sword into Wei Jichen's hand.

Wei Jichen was a little stunned. Tan Sitong handed over such a precious thing with complete confidence to someone they had just met.

"Thank you, Brother Tan, for lending me the sword to take a look at." Wei Jichen's movements were not slow. Anyone who encountered such a famous sword would be excited.

Buzz…

With a dragon's roar, Fengju was pulled out by Wei Jichen. The blade of the sword was like a wave of autumn, and the hilt showed the traces of time.

"What a sword!" Wei Jichen stood up, held the sword in one hand, and began to dance impressively.

"...Kill one person in ten steps, leave no trace in a thousand miles,..." Wei Jichen sang and sang as he danced.

This sword dancing skill was something he learned from Qin generals when he returned to Qin. Unexpectedly, he would use it today. Everyone was dazzled and excited when they saw it.

"Shuai Wei is indeed an extraordinary person. He actually knows such ancient sword dancing skills. Could he be a descendant of that aristocratic family?" Duan Qirui thought secretly in his heart.

The Duan family has been passed down for many generations, and Duan Qirui was the first to think about it, but I heard that Wei Shuai had a mediocre background.