The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

However, it is said that Zhao Chuanxin advanced from Tieling to Fengtian and exchanged fire with the Japanese army. It was not far from Xu Shichang's Governor's Mansion, and even the sound of artillery could be faintly heard.

Xu Shichang also had Li Liu in mind, so he hurriedly summoned Zhang Zuolin, Wu Luzhen and others, and sent many people. Instead of teaching them to join the war, he went to find out information, so that he could have an excuse in case the imperial court held him accountable.

The total distance is only twenty or thirty miles, and we will arrive in a few hours if we work hard.

Zhang Zuolin now has seven battalions of troops, with about three to four thousand men.

He beat the drums, but he only brought one battalion, about 500 people, and he had to give instructions again and again: "No matter who of you, sign up for your number first when you meet someone, and don't fight with the Japanese, let alone attack Zhao Tangong." ”

Not to mention the rest of them.

When Zhang Zuolin arrived in a hurry, another infantry brigade was transported by the South Manchuria Railway and arrived at the same time.

The war was in full swing, and guns and cannons were firing.

The moon was almost full and it wasn't dark, but it was still hard to see far.

The gunfire stopped soon, and the gunfire continued intermittently.

For several years, Zhang Zuolin traveled long distances to suppress bandits and fought many battles, but just listening to the sound of gunfire and artillery was really confusing.

It seems somewhat weird.

He raised his hand: "Let's go further."

After all, the artillery fire stopped, so it wasn't a big problem.

Just at that time, a group of Japanese soldiers emerged from the forest and onto the main road, and collided with Zhang Zuolin's troops.

This group of Japanese soldiers retreated and saw a crowd of people on the big moon. They thought it was reinforcements coming to kill them.

But there was no joy on their faces. Instead, they ran and shouted: "Retreat, retreat quickly, and gather in the south."

Zhang Zuolin: "..."

When more than a dozen Japanese defeated troops got closer, they saw one of the Mabu Battalions of the Fengtian Patrol Battalion in front of them. Their footsteps became a little messy, and they didn't know whether they were enemies or friends.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Zhang Zuolin hurriedly sent someone forward to pick them up and talk to them.

"Don't panic, we are officers and soldiers of Fengtian Prefecture. Let me ask you..." Zhang Zuolin said: "How is the battle going ahead?"

A Japanese soldier who could speak Chinese took his breath and said with a pale face: "How? Then Zhao Chuanxin killed nearly two thousand of us."

Zhang Zuolin was shocked: "Isn't it just a short time after the battle?"

He heard that the Communist Party of Oshima Yichang only sent two brigades and a few independent railway garrison troops.

In the afternoon, news came from Tieling that Zhao Chuanxin raided the military camp.

In the evening, Zhao Chuanxin fought with the Japanese troops heading north along the South-Manchuria Railway. It took only three hours at most. Zhao Chuanxin killed more than 2,000 Japanese troops alone. What is the concept?

He had been chasing Tao Ketaohu, Yashi, Baiyin Dalai and others for so long, but how many people had he killed?

"Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way. We're going to join the main force. If it's not too late, Zhao Chuanxin will kill them through the position and chase them."

The Japanese soldiers were impatient.

Zhang Zuolin rolled his eyes, but finally did not stop them and allowed them to leave.

But he followed quietly.

It is early spring at this time, and Liaodi is slightly warmer than Lugang Town, but it is also very cold in spring.

On the left is the contrasting peaks and mountains, on the right is the mist of farmland.

Sure enough, another group of Japanese soldiers arrived, covered with stars and moonlight. They were restrained by the officers and were not allowed to speak. They marched in secret, gathering up the defeated troops as they walked, and asked questions in a lowered voice.

Zhang Zuolin suddenly saw a group of people from the Japanese army walking towards the farmhouses in the nearby village.

He frowned.

After a while, I heard yelling, crying, and begging for mercy.

Zhang Zuolin and his men didn't look very good.

"Commander, what should we do?"

Zhang Zuolin clenched his fist and said, "Come closer quietly and take a look first."

There was a sergeant in the Japanese army named Yasuda Zentaka. This man led a group of soldiers and dug out local people in the villages beside the road.

In the middle of the night, it was just a fight outside, but the Japanese came into the village and took them away. How could the people not be afraid?

When their voices got louder, Yasuda was beaten and kicked, and he yelled, "Shut up. If you don't shut up, I'll chop your heads off."

Some people have not lost their minds due to fear and have just shut up.

Some people have a blank mind and still cry, especially children who are not familiar with the world.

This Japanese infantry brigade originally wanted to march secretly.

Wouldn't this crying and fussing reveal his whereabouts?

Yasuda Zentaka's name means both kindness and filial piety, but his conduct has nothing to do with kindness and filial piety.

He raised the bayonet attached to his rifle and stabbed a seven or eight-year-old boy in the back of the heart.

The child said "Ah" and made no sound again.

When the boy's father and mother saw him, their eyes were bloodshot and they could not accept this scene. The boy's mother fainted and the boy's father tried to fight, but Yasuda Yasutaka pulled out his bayonet and stabbed him in the chest with a backhand knife and died.

This time, Zhang Zuolin saw it clearly.

"What a shame, the Japanese deserve to die!"

Having said that, he is a tyrant, not a hero. If he rushes out at this time, he may end up in a fight with the nervous Japanese army, which is not what he wants.

So he suppressed his anger and continued to watch.

At this time, gunfire sounded from far to near.

Yasuda Zentaka's expression changed slightly, and he quickly escorted the people back to the brigade, then hid on the spot to ambush and wait.

Zhang Zuolin and the others were holding their breath and concentrating, not daring to express their anger at all, they were extremely nervous.

After a burst of frightening gunfire and Japanese screams, a figure appeared from the forest.

Zhang Zuolin and others opened their eyes wide before they could faintly see an outline.

The subordinate was breathing rapidly: "What is that? Is it a ghost?"

Zhang Zuolin said solemnly: "I'm afraid Zhao Tangong, who is even more difficult to deal with than the devil, has arrived."

The subordinate asked: "Commander, do we want to send a warning? After all, the Japanese troops are ambushing ahead."

Zhang Zuolin didn't wait for a reply, but he vaguely looked at the dark human figure, and seemed to turn his head to look at them. His heartbeat accelerated and his blood boiled.

This man has so much murderous intent that just looking at him from such a distance is scary.

After that, a soft light and shadow passed through the night. When it arrived at the ambush of the Japanese army, the light and shadow moved sideways, looming.

Then there were exclamations, screams and moans.

"ah……"

Everyone was scratching their heads, eager to know what happened, but they couldn't get what they wanted.

Just guessing, the Japanese army suffered a heavy loss.

I think Zhao Tangong would have discovered them long ago.

But, what kind of mysterious method is this that makes ghosts and gods cry?

Zhang Zuolin was puzzled.

The Japanese army finally opened fire.

Bang bang bang...

The smoke of gunfire broke through the fog, and the flames of gunfire covered the moonlight.

Boom, boom, boom...

This sound was not a Japanese artillery fire, but an explosion in the Japanese position.

The men grabbed their hair: "Commander, what on earth is this? Explosive pack?"

"No, even the fuse has fire. There is neither gunfire nor fire."

Zhang Zuolin also wanted to know what new weapons Zhao Chuanxin used.

This kind of weapon can cause heavy losses to the enemy when used in night battles without anyone noticing, and he wanted it too.

The Japanese fight was lively, but the explosions did not stop. Zhao Chuanxin alone could produce the effect of thousands of troops.

Zhang Zuolin and his subordinates also stabbed their butts with a knife - which opened their eyes.

Finally, the Japanese army could no longer resist, and someone took out the villagers they had captured before. Several people shouted in unison: "Zhao Chuanxin, do you want to kill your own compatriots?"

Upon seeing this, Zhang Zuolin cursed: "What a shame, the Japanese are despicable and shameless."

His subordinates were also filled with indignation and cursed.

Someone said: "Commander, do you think Zhao Chuanxin will be threatened by the Japanese?"

Anyway, the explosions stopped.

Zhang Zuolin sneered: "Zhao Tan Gong is the King Kong who saves people, Zhong Kui who cures ghosts, and the Bodhisattva Perak. He may be able to save people, but I'm afraid there will be no death or injury."

Zhang Zuolin, who was extremely ambitious, had long understood that the biggest opponent outside the customs, besides Japan and Russia, was Zhao Chuanxin.

So he knew Zhao Chuanxin very well.

Sure enough, he was right.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice was loud and distant in the dark night: "Do you think I am Uncle Liu Huang? Don't worry about it."

His voice fluctuated from east to west, making it difficult to pinpoint his location.

When the Japanese are shouting, they have to look around.

They said: "Wait a minute, Zhao Chuanxin, we need to negotiate."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came out from the darkness: "My strength does not allow me to negotiate."

boom……

Yasuda Zentaka: "..."

Then, Zhang Zuolin and others saw the red light flashing in the Japanese army's position, and heard screams and exclamations.

Zhang Zuolin was shocked and said: "Zhao Tanggong broke into the Japanese position."

This was something he didn't expect.

After all, the Japanese army is not bandits like Taoke Taohu and Yash. They are regular troops, well-trained and well-equipped.

Even if Xiang Yu, a powerful general from ancient times, was resurrected, he would not dare to collide with contemporary hot weapons like this.

But Zhao Chuanxin dared.

After only a moment of killing, the Japanese army raised the white flag.

Zhang Zuolin and others were stunned: "Are the Japanese made of paper?"

He quickly sent a brave and careful person to sneak closer and check under the cover of night.

After a moment, the man turned around and told Zhang Zuolin: "More than half of the Japanese troops here were killed or wounded, no wonder they surrendered."

Zhang Zuolin's body trembled: "What a shame! It's amazing!"

One person starts a group, and with a lot of effort, he can do this kind of damage. It really kills people faster than killing pigs.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin's battles were never as smooth as this.

Zhang Zuo-Linxin said that he is expanding, and Zhao Tangong has also made progress in the past two years.

How can one be bright when one is born with beauty?

An idea came to mind: It would be great if Zhao Tanggong died suddenly.

Of course, this is just thinking about it, and I dare not show my determination.

While he was guessing, Zhao Chuanxin's voice came from over there: "Old Zhang, you're already here, where are you playing hide and seek?"

Taking this VIP seat, you think I can't see you, right?

Zhang Zuolin saw the fear on his men's faces, so he stepped forward and said with a smile: "No, I'm a neutral faction."

But he could only show up with someone and walked over.

Yasuda Zentaka arranged his clothes, dusted them off, and glanced at the captured people. Of the twenty or so people captured, only nine were left alive at this time.

Bullets have no eyes, and Zhao Chuanxin cannot save everyone's life.

Yasuda Zentaka came to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Mr. Zhao, please forgive me for my profane words and lack of etiquette."

He said this without blushing or out of breath.

Zhang Zuolin, who had just arrived, felt his face twitching when he heard this. He really wanted to expose this person's ugly face.

But some people among the common people knelt down and cried: "Zhao War God, Zhao Shenxian, Master Zhao, the Japanese devils killed many of us, the Japanese devils stabbed all the children to death, this is the devil, please make the decision for us..."

Outside the customs, who doesn't know Zhao Chuanxin?

Knowing that the person in front of him was Zhao Chuanxin, the hope that arose in this man's heart outweighed his fear.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and looked at the dog-like Yasuda Zentaka: "Is that so?"

Yasuda Zentaka's sinister eyes narrowed and he glared at the common people fiercely: "Mr. Zhao, on the battlefield, there will inevitably be casualties. These are all trivial matters. Today, I would like to negotiate with you on behalf of the Governor of Kanto, Oshima Yoshimasa. us……"

Before he finished speaking, Yasuda Yasutaka dwarfed.

He lowered his head in astonishment.

Zhang Zuolin, his men, the surviving civilians, and the Japanese soldiers present looked at Yasuda Yoshitaka.

I saw Yasuda Zentaka's two legs cut off at the knee level. His two calves were still standing on the ground, but his upper body fell down.

"ah……"

Yasuda Zentaka screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, with his big hands, he wrapped his four fingers around the back of Yasuda Zentaka's head, pressed his thumb into his eyes, squeezed it out between his teeth and said, "It's all a trivial matter, isn't it?"

puff……

Yasuda Zentaka's eyeballs popped open with his thumb.

Everyone present was shocked.

"Ah..." Yasuda Yoshitaka's scream was terrifying.

Of course the picture is more horrifying.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers, and the light blade swiped across Yasuda Zentaka's shoulder blade, making a gash and turning the flesh.

Zhao Chuanxin thrust his palm into the flesh and blood, pressed Yasuda Zentaka's head with one hand, and dug into the wound with the other finger.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin's various equipment bonuses were torn apart with all his strength.

laugh……

After growing up, I finally experienced the experience of tearing apart a Japanese soldier with my own hands.

Yasuda Zentaka has a good physique. Not only did he not die, he also didn't faint.

But because he was so frightened, his gallbladder and bile ducts contracted violently, squeezing bile into his digestive tract and vomiting it out.

"Wow……"

Zhang Zuolin still remembered the scene before him until the day he was killed in the bombing.

The people present were all warriors, and they were used to seeing life and death, but they had never seen this.

The few surviving people even forgot the pleasure of revenge.

Four people fainted from fright at the same time.

The other five people's scalps were numb and they could not move their hands or feet.

Zhao Chuanxin followed the same pattern, first cutting and then tearing Yasuda Yasutaka's other arm.

He picked up his broken arm and punched Yasuda Yasutaka in the face.

Once, twice, three times...

Zhao Chuanxin threw away his arm and stood up straight, his dark Chaos Armor covered with plasma.

The person carrying it was the living Yama who had just climbed up from the eighteenth level of hell.

None of the Japanese soldiers present would dare to kill another Chinese in their lifetime.

They will never forget the scene before them in their lifetime.

Zhao Chuanxin killed Yasuda Yoshitaka, turned around, and looked at the other Japanese soldiers: "Abandon your weapons."

With an order, all the Japanese soldiers threw away their weapons.

It's so quick and painful.

When they threw away their weapons, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stepped forward, took out his Lugang M1907 and fired repeatedly. The bullets were empty, and fifteen people fell.

"Mr. Zhao, we have abandoned our weapons and surrendered."

Some Japanese soldiers collapsed and shouted.

"What's the point of surrendering or not? If you don't accept it and pick up the gun, how about we continue?"

Japanese soldier: "..."

Zhang Zuolin was extremely nervous. After all, they were also present at this time. In a chaotic battle, who could protect whom?

Fortunately, these Japanese were frightened by Zhao Tangong. He killed them indiscriminately, but still did not dare to pick up the gun.

Zhao Chuanxin directed the surrendering Japanese troops: "Those who can still breathe should stand in a vertical row."

All the Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were lined up sideways, they might be lining up to shoot the prisoners.

But standing in a row is not a big problem.

They carried the injured and helped the disabled, standing in a row.

Zhao Chuanxin was still giving instructions: "Hey, you, go inside..."

Zhang Zuolin didn't know why and didn't dare to ask. He just watched from the sidelines.

When the Japanese troops were almost stationed, Zhao Chuanxin stepped back ten meters and took out a war bow and a poor arrow.

He raised his voice with his vocal organ: "Remember, I will let you go if you don't die with one arrow from me."

After saying that, he bent his bow and nocked an arrow, and the poor arrow shot out.

Zhang Zuolin and his men finally knew what the soft halo they saw ahead was.

The poor arrow pierced the chest of the first person in the team, and immediately passed through the second and third people without slowing down...

Because of the different heights, some people were stabbed through the chest, some were stabbed through the neck, and some were stabbed in the abdomen. Of course, some were just scratched because they stood crookedly.

In short, the Abject Arrow flew back silently and made candied haws on a stick for the Japanese prisoners.

The Japanese prisoners finally understood Zhao's intentions.

But now it's too late to try desperately.

Those who were dead were dead, those who were seriously injured were rolling in pain on the ground, and those who were slightly injured or unscathed were kneeling on the ground crying bitterly and suffering from mental breakdown.

"Mom, you're so cruel!"

Zhang Zuo Linxin said: This person is more bloodthirsty than before.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back, and in the blink of an eye he was in front of Zhang Zuolin. A light tap on his shoulder made Zhang tremble with fright.

"Old Zhang, I heard that you were successful in suppressing the bandits and earned 7 battalions with your tears and blood?"

Zhang Zuolin was afraid.

What if this person is killed and he is also killed?

He answered honestly: "It all depends on Governor Xu's support."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, I'll find a place to sleep. You guys have fun here, eat and drink well, and treat this place as your own home."

Zhang Zuolin: "..."

Who the hell would consider the ground full of broken limbs, carcasses, fat intestines, spleens and lungs as their own home?

He grimaced, and just when he was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin's figure had disappeared.

When Zhao Chuanxin left, Zhang wished he had wings on his back and immediately waved: "Retreat, retreat, damn it, let's run, hurry, hurry..."

He ran back to the Governor's Mansion to report.

Xu Shichang asked about the situation, and Zhang, who was still in shock, stammered and told the story.

Xu Shichang looked sad.

He didn't feel sorry for the Japanese, but he was not used to such cruel methods.

Although he didn't see it on the spot, it was scary enough to imagine it in his mind.

Zhao Tangong was really cruel.

He felt that killing prisoners was inappropriate.

But this was also just a thought. At least he didn't dare to tell Zhao Tangong now, and he was also worried that he would kill without knowing right or wrong.

The court was still waiting, and Xu Shichang didn't care about the middle of the night and hurriedly sent a telegram to the court.

At this point, the words became concise. Xu Shichang only said that Zhao Chuanxin defeated the Japanese army, but did not mention the details.

Zaifeng replied: Zhao Chuanxin's intention to seize power and seek personal gain is obvious. If he builds a railway, the danger will be immediately apparent. Order Zhao Chuanxin to return to Lubin Prefecture immediately. The success or failure depends on Bu Wu...

Xu Shichang sighed three times after seeing the content of the telegram.

In the past, if the emperor suspected you of rebellion, you would be in danger.

Now the protagonist has changed to Zhao Chuanxin. The emperor suspected him of rebellion, but he dared not say it himself, and had to ask Xu Shichang for help.

Xu Shichang persuaded Aixinjueluo Zaifeng to take a long-term view.

This kind of tough order is obviously no different from farting for Zhao Chuanxin, and it may even arouse his rebellious psychology.

Especially, Zhang Zuolin told Xu Shichang that Zhao Chuanxin is now more powerful than before, and killing the Japanese army is like cutting melons and vegetables. Obviously, the new army is no match for him.

The two sides discussed back and forth, and finally came up with a solution...