The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Feng Yuzheng and others stood up suddenly, and the Korean woman beside him turned pale.

Among these women, Zhao Chuanxin saw an acquaintance - Zhang Chaoyue.

Back then, he made a short film here to expose and even vilify the Japanese. One of the protagonists was Zhang Chaoyue.

Zhang Chaoyue also recognized Zhao Chuanxin and stammered: "Zhao, Zhao, Mr. Zhao, it's none of my business..."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her coldly and looked at Feng Yuzheng.

Feng Yuzheng took a step back and said with a stern expression: "No matter who you are, I'm warning you. I'm under the protection of Japanese 19th Army Captain Tono Takakiho. If you dare to mess around, you will die without a burial place."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his heart: "If Zhao hadn't been so courageous, I would have almost died of being scared by you."

Feng Yuzheng: "..."

The scoundrel next to him scolded: "You don't even know who Mr. Feng is, and you dare to come here and act wild. Don't even think about walking out of this door today."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "You are right, except Feng Yuzheng, no one else can go out today."

After hearing this, Feng Yuzheng said that it was Zhao Chuanxin who cared about his reputation and was not afraid of the others. He became bolder and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin with a fierce voice: "Quit now. I will pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, hum... …”

Zhang Chaoyue touched the table and chairs back to avoid tripping, and stepped back carefully. There was a screen there, and behind the screen was a corridor. The corridor led to the backyard, and there was a back door in the backyard.

She was the only person present who knew Zhao Chuanxin's identity. How could she not know Butcher Zhao's methods?

Zhao Chuanxin said that no one can leave, that means they can't leave, it's not a joke.

It's better to run away first.

As soon as I touched the screen, there was a "whoosh" sound.

Zhang Chaoyue's eyes were wide-eyed, and there was a bloody hole between his eyebrows. He was holding on to the screen and fell down for a moment.

Everyone in the room was shocked. Do you really dare to kill someone?

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun, took out his Spring Light Sword, and suddenly stepped forward, slashing with wide open strokes.

Hee hee hee…

The few losers didn't react, and their arms and legs flew everywhere. The power of the 32 light blades was not even tolerated by the old emperor, let alone ordinary people.

The Spring Light Sword is so sharp that it makes people lose limbs first, and then suffer pain.

Several people were cut into sticks, wailing in horror on the ground.

Feng Yuzheng's crotch felt hot and he wet his pants.

"No, no, no, don't kill me..." Feng Yuzheng lost his soul.

Several other women opened their mouths and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't be stupid, ladies, I don't kill women."

After saying that, the Spring Light Sword connected.

Hee hee hee…

Several women couldn't scream.

Because the Spring Light Sword entered the mouth and came out from the back of the head, the tongues were broken first, and some of them survived, and they hissed without making a sound.

"I'll let you scream again." Zhao Chuanxin spat, showing no mercy. "It's boiled."

Feng Yuzheng's body felt cold and he was so frightened that his brain almost shut down.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, grabbed Feng Yuzheng's braid, and dragged him out.

His scalp was so painful from being pulled that Feng Yuzheng couldn't even cry out in pain, and his nervous vocal cords couldn't function properly.

When I went out, my forehead was hit by the threshold.

When Zhao Chuanxin came to the courtyard, Ge Yunpeng had already led people to finish off and massacred all the guards in the courtyard.

In the past few years, they have been fighting to the death with the Japanese all the year round. They are used to seeing the killing fields and killing several people without blinking an eye.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Ge Yunpeng: "Take some people to chop some wood and come here, and the rest will go into the house to search for money."

When the wood arrived, Zhao Chuanxin had someone hold Feng Yuzheng down while he hammered the wood with a hammer.

An X shape is nailed to the main trunk of a wooden pile, with beams above and below the X shape.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of iron and smelted it into a thick iron nail with the Old God's crucible mark.

At this time, Feng Yuzheng regained his composure and shouted: "Hero, spare your life, I have given you all my money, please let me go..."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at him and smiled: "I don't have any hands or feet, so I won't take the money for myself? Let you go? Will Liu Danzi agree to let you go? Let you go, will the soldiers who died against the enemy agree to you?"

Feng Yuzheng's hands and feet felt cold after hearing this.

In fact, I had some guesses in my mind earlier, but when disaster comes, there is no chance of luck.

"I, I, I..." I really can't express myself eloquently, and I can't confuse right and wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the wooden shelf that had fallen to the ground: "Put him on it."

Feng Yuzheng was struggling desperately, but four burly men held down his hands and feet, preventing him from moving.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a nail, pressed it into his palm, and smashed it down with a hammer.

"Ouch..."

When the soldiers of the backwater army saw this, they were as refreshed as a ladle of cold water poured on them in the dog days of summer.

Zhao Chuanxin changed his palm and smashed it down.

"Ouch..."

Two feet.

Feng Yuzheng was out of breath in pain, and his face turned pale, half in pain and half in fear.

Zhao Chuanxin took two steps back to take a look, shook his head and said, "The word 'Tai', well, fix it."

As he said that, "bang" hit the center.

"Ouch..."

Ge Yunpeng's scalp felt numb and his legs tightened.

Zhao Chuanxin asked them to dig a hole again, while he carried the wooden frame and straightened it with force. His strength was staggering.

He carried the wooden frame to the edge of the pit, put it in, and asked people to fill it with rocks and pile soil. In a moment, the wooden frame stood straight.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, and in Feng Yuzheng's horrified eyes, he carved three words on the wooden frame - Pillar of Shame.

Feng Yuzheng was not trying to be a hero, but he was in severe pain and shouted: "Kill me."

Then he patted Feng Yuzheng on the cheek and said, "I'm going to let you hurt here, and I'll slowly hurt you to death. I'll blanch you, but traitors deserve to die the most."

Feng Yuzheng shouted: "I won't let you go even if I become a ghost."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Oh, I'm scared to death. My name is Zhao Chuanxin. When you become a ghost, don't forget your name and find the wrong person."

At first, the Beishui Army was indeed closely related to Zhao Chuanxin.

But later, it was said that Zhao Chuanxin broke up with Lugang Town first, and then the Beishui Army.

Feng Yuzheng originally thought that Zhao Chuanxin had nothing to do with this matter, but he never expected...

"Mr. Zhao, please spare me... No, please kill me, I deserve to die."

"Yes, you deserve to die slowly."

"No, you deserve to die slowly."

"Yes, die slowly."

Feng Yuzheng: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin only left two people to guard to prevent this guy from escaping, although it was unlikely.

Then he took the rest away.

The people around waited for the gunshots to stop and tried to get closer to join in the fun.

This look was terrifying.

"Mr. Feng was nailed to the pillar."

"His life force was nailed to the pillar, how tragic."

"It's what he deserves, who killed Brigadier General Liu."

When Zhao Chuanxin brought Ge Yunpeng and others to the riverside, the Japanese troops on the other side had already received the news and were ready to fight.

Here, a group of new troops from the imperial court were secretly investigating.

Someone went back to report to Wu Luzhen.

Wu Luzhen said excitedly: "Are you sure it was Zhao Chuanxin who came?"

"Yes, the people said Zhao Chuanxin came. In half an hour, he killed 2,000 Japanese soldiers. The bodies were still there, and the weapons were not surrendered. The people did not dare to come forward, and the Japanese troops on the other side did not dare to come to collect the bodies."

In one hour, they killed two battalions of Japanese soldiers?

Wu Luzhen thought that this was more brutal than the killing in Liaodong. No wonder Zhang Zuolin said that Zhao Chuanxin was stronger than before, and his art of killing was gradually reaching perfection.

He slammed his fist on the table: "Good kill, I wish I could fight with Brother Coal Worker."

The subordinates muttered in their hearts: Looking at the battle situation, you may kill at most one Japanese soldier, but Zhao has killed 1999.

This kind of war is incredible.

Wu Luzhen said excitedly: "Go and investigate again! No, I will go myself."

"You won't wait for the court's telegram?"

"If you wait, the flowers will wither."

After leaving, Wu Luzhen got more news.

Zhao Chuanxin led the remnants of the navy to Tianbaoshan Silver Mine first and nailed Feng Yuzheng to the pillar of shame.

"It's great."

...

That night, the moon was waning, but it was only missing a mouth, after all, it was only a few days after the fifteenth.

On the other side of the river, Ge Yunpeng asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, are we going to fight?"

"Yes, I'm going to fight hard."

"Sir, how far are we going to fight?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no rooster crowing for thousands of miles."

Ge Yunpeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, and his face was covered with clowns.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Okay, let's catch that Tono Takaki, I'm going to skin him and remove his tendons and bones to avenge the brigade commander."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You wait here, and when the fighting stops, cross the river to surrender."

"This..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him time to refute, put on his glasses, looked far away at the other side of the river, and his figure disappeared in a flash.

Ge Yunpeng and others were surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin disappear under their noses: "Sir, your magical powers are far beyond the past, and it seems that your cultivation has improved a lot."

"Is this a fairy method?"

"It doesn't matter if it's a spell or a sorcery."

The Japanese were also observing with telescopes.

The light was dim at night, and it was not clear.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared, and the scout was startled: "Huh? Where is he?"

The next moment, his neck was cut off by the light blade, and his head fell to the ground. Only then did he see Zhao Chuanxin looking down at the direction of the Japanese position.

Before the scout's brain stopped working, he was still thinking: How come he came here all of a sudden?

He heard Zhao Chuanxin say again: "Xingyue, detect the distribution of the Japanese troops for me, find the most densely populated place, I want to set up the rainstorm pear blossom needle."

The scout thought: What is the rainstorm pear blossom needle?

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared again, and the scout heard dense and scary gunshots.

Bang bang bang...

Bullets were like rain, enemy formations were like tides, and the melting moonlight was like cutting wheat straw.

The most troublesome thing for the Japanese army was that Zhao Chuanxin moved east and west, left and right, and they could not catch his figure.

So much so that the artillery could not be used.

Takaki Tono asked: "Has Zhao Chuanxin reached the minefield?"

"I really don't know."

As soon as he finished speaking, boom boom boom...

The sound of mines exploding came one after another.

Takaki Tono's eyes lit up: "Go and see if Zhao Chuanxin was killed."

Zhao Chuanxin was not killed, of course, but many Japanese soldiers were killed.

It turned out that Xingyue detected the mines, and Zhao Chuanxin asked the digging puppet to dig them out carefully and rearranged a small minefield.

Then he flashed behind the enemy camp and built a temporary machine gun position on the sandbar to fire.

The machine gun position was in an ambush from all sides, and the Japanese would never miss this opportunity and immediately completed the encirclement.

Only one side was buried with mines, and the Japanese suffered heavy casualties.

When they bypassed the minefield and advanced to the flank of the heavy machine gun position, Zhao Chuanxin had already put away his gun and turned into sand and left.

Zhao Chuanxin circled twice, and Xingyue failed to find Takaki Tono.

He teleported back to Quetshalan to sleep.

In Longjing, Wu Luzhen had no mood to sleep. His men kept reporting: "They attacked. I don't know what weapons they used. In a few breaths, the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties, at least three or four hundred people."

"I don't know why the Japanese army stepped on the mines they buried, and dozens of people were killed or injured."

"The Japanese army attacked the machine gun position, and dozens of people were killed or injured."

"The iron lump killed and wounded hundreds of Japanese soldiers. The battlefield shifted to Huining and did not dare to go deep into South Korea."

Wu Luzhen was secretly shocked. The Japanese were completely led by Zhao Chuanxin.

In a short period of time, three battalions of Japanese soldiers were killed, and 1/5 of the 19th Corps was gone.

He hurriedly asked: "Where is Zhao Tangong?"

"I don't know. The Japanese are looking for him without a clue. There is no gunshot."

Wu Luzhen couldn't sleep at all: "Go and see if Ge Yunpeng's group is still there, remind them to retreat at night, otherwise the Japanese will come back and kill them. With their few men, they will be wiped out in one encounter."

"Yes."

The soldiers of the Backwater Army carried Liu Yonghe's coffin and looked for a Feng Shui treasure land. Although it was at the edge of the field, the tree trunks were covered with moss, the bluestones were covered with green moss, there were no thorns, fox tracks and rabbit holes, and the brooks were gurgling, gathering wind and hiding shapes.

Several of them were not Feng Shui masters, but they thought: "There is no better place than this. Mr. Zhao will definitely be satisfied to bury our brigade commander."

However, there was a family guarding the field. They originally moved here from the other side. The father was Li Fengsheng, the son was Li Bingrun, and the women were all there. It was a big family.

Li Fengsheng was leaning on a hoe. Seeing these people in rags carrying coffins, they actually wanted to bury them in his field. He hurried over and said with his neck stiff: "This is my family's field."

Several soldiers looked at each other and said: "Sir, from your accent, you are also someone who came from the other side in recent years, right? The person in the coffin is not someone else, but Liu Yonghe, the brigade commander of the Beishui Army, who is a hero in the fight against the Japanese invaders. We see that your field has good Feng Shui, so we will bury the hero here. Please be accommodating."

There are many Koreans in the area.

The Jiandao conflict also came from this.

But when the Beishui Army was in charge, they treated everyone equally, collected taxes, and promised to settle down as Chinese.

So this person has the confidence to speak.

After all, according to reason, the other party is the outsider.

Unexpectedly, Li Fengsheng hit the ground with his hoe: "Back Water Army? No one can be buried here. This land has been chosen by the old man. After death, I will be buried here. No one can occupy it."

After all, the Back Water Army was dispersed by the Japanese army, and even the leader Liu Danzi was tortured and killed.

To be honest, Li Fengsheng didn't take these beggar-like characters seriously.

The faces of several people were quite ugly.

Someone said sinisterly: "Man, do you look down on the Back Water Army? We have been busy these days and don't have much silver on us. We will come to repay you with the land occupation silver another day. We will guard the coffin until tomorrow morning and bury Brigadier General Liu first, and we can talk about the rest later."

Li Fengsheng saw that there were several people on the other side, and he was alone. A good man would not suffer a loss in front of him, so he paused his hoe and left angrily, saying as he walked: "Okay, you bury the person on my land. When there are tomb robbers digging up the graves in the future, or naughty children come to flatten the graves, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"You..."

Several people were furious.

Just when they were about to get angry, one of them said in a deep voice: "It is not appropriate to make trouble at this time. Tomorrow, we will bring more people to the door and teach the old man how powerful he is. Otherwise, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Let the brigade commander rest in peace first."

As a result, the next day, before sunrise, Liu Yonghe was buried, and burying the soil and erecting a monument were not a problem.

After clearing the weeds around the graves, everyone shed tears and said some eulogies.

At this time, Li Fengsheng brought his son Li Bingrun and the women of his family, as well as relatives, friends and neighbors, and came in a hurry, holding axes, pickaxes, kitchen knives, sickles...

"You unreasonable thieves, you actually buried people in my field?"

"I'm going to dig your graves today!"

Since they were carrying coffins, they didn't bring guns.

Seeing these people coming, they were ready to fight desperately.

At this time, a voice came: "Whose grave are you going to dig?"

The sound was too loud and penetrating. Even if the scene was noisy, it could immediately calm the scene.

Li Fengsheng turned around with his eyes wide open: "The old man dug the grave of Liu Danzi today. You were beaten by the Japanese with your navy, don't think you can still come and show off your power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure appeared in front of him instantly.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and looked at Li Fengsheng quietly: "Since you are old, I will give you some money and ask you to get out of here quickly, how about that?"

After all, he is a reasonable person and usually does not bother with ordinary people.

When Li Bingrun heard this man telling his father to get out of here, he pulled his father away, stood in front of him, and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Who the hell are you? Oh, ah..."

It turned out that one of his hands was cut off, and the cut was neat.

Of course, Zhao Chuanxin cut it with a light blade.

No one can get away unscathed after pointing at him, no one!

Someone said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, this family is Koreans from the other side of the river. They came here to farm many years ago and refused to leave. Later, our Beishui Army governed this place and treated them equally. We didn't expect that we just asked for a piece of land to bury Brigade Commander Liu, and they said they wanted to dig up the grave and rob the tomb, and they wanted to flatten Brigade Commander Liu's branch."

At this time, Li Fengsheng saw that his son's hand was broken, and he screamed and rushed up with a hoe.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "It's just right. I was going to the grave the other day and was short of offerings. I'll lend you my head."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, grabbed the hoe, struggled over, turned the hoe tip towards Li Fengsheng's neck and swung it.

With this digging, half of the hoe dug into Li Fengsheng's neck.

Swish, swish, swish...

The artery was cut, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

When the people behind saw it, they screamed: "The enemy is killing people. The rebels are killing people. Everyone should stand shoulder to shoulder and fight with them. There are only a few of them..."

Zhao Chuanxin heard the accent and found that these people were from the same family and all spoke Korean.

He took out three cigarettes, lit them, took a puff, placed the cigarettes behind the grave, stood up and took out Izumi Mamoru Kanesada.

You can't use the Spring Light Sword, it's too fast, it lacks pain, and the sacrifice lacks sincerity.

Uh-huh...

Li Bingrun, who was holding his broken wrist, took the lead in moving his head.

Li Fengsheng, who fell to the ground and clutched the bleeding spot on his neck, opened his eyes wide and shed tears of blood from his muddy old eyes. He was still holding his neck as he was used to, obviously because the tendons were not broken.

Zhao Chuanxin came to him and looked down at him: "Don't you like to hold your neck? Don't you want to dig up the grave? Old man, I will use the heads of your whole family to pay homage to Liu Yonghe who has protected you for many years. ”

Uh-huh!

Cut it down with one knife.

Now, he will always be holding his neck.

Li Fengsheng's last expression was not anger, but fear.

Apparently it was Zhao Chuanxin's last words that permanently froze his fear.

The people who came after him saw that Zhao Chuanxin was killing people without batting an eyelid, beheading him as soon as he was told. Their footsteps stopped, and they retreated in shock.

"Want to leave?" Zhao Chuanxin shook off the blood beads on the blade: "No one of you who is paralyzed can even think of running away today!"