The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The Hague Arms Limitation Commission sent British Commissioner Frost von to the Far East to hold a ten-nation conference.

Frost von arrived at Hong Kong Island and immediately took a boat to the north.

He secretly landed at Port Arthur and took a train to Korea under the arrangement of the Japanese.

However, as soon as he arrived in Musan County, he was stopped by the Backwater Army on the border: "Japanese are not allowed to cross the border."

The accompanying Japanese argued: "I am not a soldier, I am a reporter."

The Backwater Army soldier's eyes were erected, holding a cigarette confiscated from the corpse of a Japanese soldier, and pointed at the erected sign and said arrogantly: "Japanese and dogs are not allowed to enter. Are you blind and can't you see?"

The Japanese were so angry that they said angrily: "You are insulting our Great Japanese Empire!"

"Insult you?" The Backwater Army soldier laughed: "I'm still fucking killing you. If you don't get out, I'll shoot. Mr. Zhao will definitely not blame me."

Hearing "Mr. Zhao", the Japanese were shocked.

He didn't want to have his jaw broken off and his skin peeled and his tendons pulled out.

Floss von watched coldly and interrupted at this time: "Japanese are not allowed to enter. I am a British reporter. Is it okay?"

The soldier of the Beishui Army hesitated, and the person next to him pulled his sleeve and whispered: "We don't have any secrets here. Don't offend anyone. It's better to let him in. One person can't make a big wave."

So, Floss von was let in.

The Beishui Army recruited soldiers, but the number was still small. It could only take care of Musan, Huining, and Onseong, all of which were along the river.

There were always people patrolling the streets and alleys.

Floss von observed the places affected by the war. Whenever he wanted to interview the local people in South Korea, he was always stopped by the Beishui Army: "This place is under investigation, and you can't enter."

Floss von went to the next place, and it was still the same.

He could see that the Beishui Army was deliberately making things difficult.

While he was hesitating, someone suddenly pulled him into a small courtyard.

The man wore a suit and tie, had a 3:7 hairstyle, and a round face. He whispered to him in American English: "Hello, I'm Li Zaiming. You are a British reporter? Which newspaper?"

Flos von rolled his eyes: "Are you American? Or Korean?"

"Korean."

Flos von's eyes lit up: "I'm here to investigate Zhao Chuanxin."

Li Zaiming asked cautiously: "Why investigate him?"

Flos von judged that Li Zaiming was not on the same front as the Beishui Army based on his sneaky hiding, so he took a gamble and said: "To be honest, I am an investigator sent by the Hague Arms Limitation Commission. My name is Flos von."

Li Zaiming slapped the wall: "Okay, the evil thief has been punished. I know everything you want to know."

...

Quiteshalan.

The more than 300 people in front of them were like thousands of troops on the small road, and the dust was flying for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the yard and stood on the dirt road, one person.

Sigh...

From a distance, the man saw Zhao Chuanxin and reined in his horse.

The captain in the lead was called Sabino Canovas.

He hid in the crowd and said, "Does anyone recognize the man in front, John Constantine?"

Someone nodded, "Yes, I met him once in Ecatlan."

Sabino Canovas hid himself deeper and said, "Everyone, since this man is not running, he either wants to fight to the death with the determination to die, or surrender. In any case, we came here this time, firstly, we got the order from General Huerta, and secondly, we also have the bounty given by the Catholic Church. I guess he has no helpers, and we will kill him by escaping later. Whoever kills John Constantine will get a reward of 100 pesos. As for his White House Tavern, I have reserved it. I heard that this man has a lot of assets. If we find extra money, we will make a deal at that time..."

Before anything happened, Sabino Canovas had already started planning how to share the credit and spoils.

A policeman from the Mounted Patrol of Veracruz said, "If this man survives and falls into my hands, I don't want a bonus, I just want to torture him to death and avenge my people."

Sabino Canovas: "Okay."

So someone rode forward, and when he got close to a certain distance, he shouted, "John Constantine, persuade you to lay down your weapons. We can not torture you, but escort you to Mexico City and listen to General Huerta's fate."

Behind, the captain of the Mounted Patrol of Veracruz was anxious: "You promised me that if he survived, you would hand him over to me? Why did you go back on your word?"

Sabino Canovas said cheerfully, "Why are you anxious? This is just to trick him into surrendering obediently."

"Oh, so that's it, then I'm relieved."

Opposite, Zhao Chuanxin held a Mondragon rifle in his right hand and a cigar in his left hand, waving at the person who shouted.

The man was furious when he saw that he dared to provoke him, and he raised the rifle on horseback and pulled the bolt.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

Bang.

The man fell off his horse.

The people behind him saw this and rushed forward at Sabino Canovas's command.

After all, Mondragon was the world's first semi-automatic rifle, so Zhao Chuanxin didn't have to pull the bolt frequently to waste time, and he just fired.

Bang, bang, bang...

One person fell off his horse with each shot.

The other side was horrified, and the cavalry team suddenly scattered to both sides, no one wanted to be a live target.

Bang, bang, bang...

At the same time, they also started to fight back on horseback.

Aguirre Ida and his four men hid behind the low wall of the White House Tavern, watching anxiously, and reminded: "Don John Constantine, hide quickly."

However, Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear to him and moved like Pan Zhoudan, miraculously avoiding two more accurate bullets.

He loaded the gun and pulled the bolt.

Bang, bang, bang...

He continued to shoot one kid at a time.

He continued to shoot, and Zhao Chuanxin continued to invite Pan Zhoudan, invite Pan Zhoudan, invite Pan Zhoudan...

The four people hiding behind the low wall were stunned.

I'm afraid, what's going on?

Zhao Chuanxin opened the Golden Bell Cover, and with Xingyue's reminders to move, he always managed to avoid danger. Even if there were fish that slipped through the net, they were stopped by the Golden Bell Cover. From a distance, it seemed as if he had dodged all the bullets.

He continued to shoot, and at the same time used the Old God Crucible Brand to absorb heat from the barrel.

Sabino Canovas was also stunned.

They charged within a hundred meters, which should have been amazing. They scared John Constantine away, but within a few dozen meters, at least twenty of their own people fell off their horses.

One-tenth of the number of people may not sound like much, but people's hearts are complicated, so it's not that simple. More than 20 people fell off their horses, and the other side ran back and forth blindly, but not a single bullet hit him. This was a fatal blow to morale.

The people in front had already run to the woods on both sides to pretend to find cover, but in fact they didn't want to be the first to stand out.

After all, it was a joint law enforcement by the rural cavalry patrol teams in many places, and they were a mob, and now they had begun to show signs.

Sabino Canovas hid in the crowd. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in front, he turned his horse's head and went into the woods next to him.

The leader hid in the bushes, let alone others?

So, Aguirre Ida and others behind the low wall saw a strange sight - the joint law enforcement team was dispersed by Zhao Chuanxin alone...

"Zhao..."

"This is impossible..."

"I must be dazzled..."

"Is it luck?"

Soon there were only 30 or 40 people left on the road, like headless flies, watching their accomplices go into the woods in a daze.

Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Chuanxin changed the magazine.

10-round detachable magazine, Zhao Chuanxin was low-key and deliberately did it.

Otherwise, the 30-round magazine would be even more deadly.

Bang, bang, bang...

One shot kills a kid.

The rest of the people understood, howling and running into the woods.

The weather was very hot, and everyone looked greasy.

Although Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of the cold or heat, he felt uncomfortable. He took off his clothes, bare his strong upper body, carried the Mondragon rifle behind his neck, and walked slowly towards the woods with his hands on his shoulders.

Aguirre Ida and the other four looked at each other.

Even more confused was the big landowner Camilo Toric who was hiding behind and watching the battle with a telescope.

"What happened? Shouldn't John Constantine be beaten into pieces? Why did the joint law enforcement team hide in the woods first?"

His newly recruited thugs who dared not to act arrogantly in the town were also puzzled when they heard this: "It seems that John Constantine dodged all the bullets, and the other side suffered heavy casualties."

"But how is this possible?"

Nothing is impossible. Zhao Chuanxin walked forward with a gun on his shoulder. Suddenly, his lower body did not move, his upper body twisted, and his shoulders sank slightly.

Bang.

It turned out that there was a sharpshooter in the woods aiming at him and shooting.

Maybe there was something wrong with this person's gun, the trajectory was off, or this person's hand was not steady when he fired the gun. In short, the trajectory given by Xingyue after calculation was wrong. If there was no Golden Bell Cover, the bullet would hit Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

There was an arc-shaped area in front of Zhao Chuanxin, as if white smoke was emanating. There was a flash for a moment, and the rifle bullet fell to the ground.

The sharpshooter over there had excellent eyesight and saw this scene. He rubbed his eyes and thought he saw it wrong.

The hand that was rubbing his eyes just dropped.

Bang.

The sharpshooter fell headfirst, his skull blown off by Mondragon's bullet.

The joint law enforcement team was in an uproar, dismounted and hid in the woods to fight back.

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin slowly bent down and walked to the bushes on the other side. He turned back and fired a shot before his figure disappeared.

Another person was shot and died in the northwest.

A policeman from the joint law enforcement team hid behind a tree and looked around. Suddenly, his neck felt cold. He just lowered his head and saw the cold light of the bayonet in his peripheral vision.

Swish...

The artery was cut.

The man felt pain in his neck and wanted to turn around in panic. Zhao Chuanxin held his shoulder, forced him to move his body, pulled his wrist and pulled the trigger.

Bang.

The man's gun hit his companion's chest.

Bang, bang, bang...

Bullets flew in the forest.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against a bald cypress, put out his cigar, picked a piece of rush and put it in his mouth to change the magazine, and listened to the gunshots with a smile.

Seeing no sound, the police from the joint law enforcement team over there thought John Constantine was injured or shot dead, and they cautiously surrounded this side.

When they got closer, someone found that there were rush leaves swaying at a height of one person behind the tree trunk.

The rush obviously couldn't grow there, so someone must be biting it.

So he made a gesture, and more than 30 people surrounded him.

The man suddenly dodged and went around the trunk of the bald cypress tree. He saw a small hole in the trunk, and the slender leaves of rush were inserted in the hole, swaying in the wind.

"..."

His heart skipped a beat, and he heard the leaves above his head rustling lightly. When he looked up, it was too late.

He felt a pain in his head, and the bayonet had pierced his skull.

More than 30 people stood closely together.

The others saw it and instinctively shot.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the nearest person and pulled him over, and at the same time turned his back to this person, holding his gun and shooting back.

Bang. The person behind was shot dead.

Afterwards, the person who took the blame suffered, his back was covered in blood from being shot by his companions.

Zhao Chuanxin resisted the man and moved backward, bumping into someone's arms.

The man felt a pain in his abdomen. It turned out that Izumi Mamoru Kanesada was holding the body upside down and stabbing it into the belly of the man behind him.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Zhao Chuanxin drew the knife and quickly stretched his head to the left.

The people behind him aimed at the back of his head and eagerly shot him. As soon as the gunshot rang out, Zhao Chuanxin's head had already retracted and poked out from the right side.

The rest fired to the right.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his head again.

When they pulled the bolt, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, slashed horizontally with a horizontal stroke, slashed down to chop off the abdomen, reversed with a horizontal stroke, slashed with cassock, and chopped one person on each side of the parallel wheel.

The more panicked, the harder it was to pull the bolt.

These people had neglected their training and were not considered regular soldiers. But now they lost their temper. They saw John Constantine holding a knife and killing six people in a crowd of gunmen. They were both arrogant and angry at the opponent, but also very frightened. .

Zhao Chuanxin used the Xingyi dragon-shaped sword to challenge two people in a row.

Finally, the bolt was pulled, and the muzzle of the gun was raised. Zhao Chuanxin turned around and kicked sideways. As the man flew out, he was thinking - why didn't he continue to use the knife according to the routine?

Then he hit a tree, his internal organs were displaced, and his mouth and nose were bleeding.

Some people simply threw away their guns, fearing that their guns would hinder their escape in the woods.

Someone ran for a distance, then turned around and prepared to shoot. He thought to himself - let's see how you use the knife now?

But he saw Zhao Chuanxin swinging the knife downwards and stabbing into the vest of the surviving man, the knife handle shaking wildly from side to side.

And Zhao Chuanxin has six Colt single-action shots in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

When the smoke cleared, six people fell to the ground.

Regardless of whether it is a rifle versus a single sword or a rifle versus a runner, when there is no match, the reaction is the same - turn around and run.

Camilo Toric, the thugs, Agure Ida and other four people were watching from a distance. They saw more than ten horses suddenly emerging from the woods on the right, and more people abandoned their horses and galloped on two legs.

Sabino Canovas was in disbelief: "Were they kicked out by John Constantine?"

"Um...it seems so."

Sabino Canovas made a decisive decision: "Retreat, retreat first, and then deal with him later..."

But my subordinates knew that this guy was scared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though it’s three hundred against one, no one wants to die.

What kind of honor can a rural mounted patrol team, which is basically made up of bandits and bullies, have?

When there are benefits, people rush forward in a rush, but when life is in danger, they disperse in a rush.

They got on their horses and emerged from the woods. Sabino Canovas and his teammates offered sacrifices to the sky and left with boundless magic power.

The remaining people cried for their fathers and mothers and fled for their lives.

Camilo Torric looked carefully and saw a man emerging from the forest. This man was tall and strong. He went bare-chested and got into the forest full of thorns and tangles of vines. He came out unscathed.

Isn't that John Constantine?

Who is this person?

Such arrogance is unheard of.

Only then did Camilo Toric realize that his meager soldiers and generals were destined to be no match for this person.

Thoughts were running around, and he realized that he had no other way to do anything to John Constantine except to take advantage of the situation.

Is he going to gather a team of thousands of people?

He doesn't have the capital to feed so many people. Even if he did, thousands of people would probably turn against him, the landlord.

After Zhao Chuanxin came out, his murderous intent was not contained. He wanted to pursue him, but he felt that now was not the time to reveal his identity.

He mounted a horse and returned to the courtyard of the White House tavern.

The four people of Agure and Ida shocked him: "Don John Constantine..."

I really can't say too many words to describe my mood at this moment.

However, Zhao Chuanxin said to the four of them: "Immediately go to the forest to lead the horses, catch up with them, and see where these people are staying. Aju Lei, you are wearing this."

As he spoke, he handed a bronze eye to Ajure Ida.

Agure Ida was very familiar with this: "Ah, it's this amulet again. Don't worry, Don John Constantine, I will definitely hang it outside my clothes. I know the rules."

He obviously misunderstood something.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain, and after the four of them left together, Zhao Chuanxin walked towards Camilo Toric.

Camilo Toric and his new thugs were so scared that their hands and feet were numb and they didn't dare to say anything. They just prayed that Zhao Chuanxin was not coming for them.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was familiar with it, stood still in front of the stone and said calmly: "Get out."

Camilo Tolic and the thug stood up stiffly: "I..."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids twitched, and murderous intent was bound to appear.

At this moment, a little fat man came flying over with a hatchet: "Don John Constantine, let me help you beat up the bad guys..."

It was Juvencio Toric, the foolish son of the big landowner Camilo Toric.

Seeing that the little fat man was running out of breath and his fat face turned pale, Zhao Chuanxin's anger finally dissipated, and he bared his teeth and said happily: "Come on, let's go, I'll treat you to a soda produced in Tsarist Russia, in the well water Chilled, Shakou.”

Wait for him to walk back to the white house with Juvencio Torric, who ignores his father.

Camilo Tolic sat exhausted on the stone, wiping cold sweat from his forehead, and said to the thug: "I'm sure he just wanted to kill me, yes, he wanted to kill me... Phew... if it weren't for Hu Wenxi If O appears, I will die. Do you know that I will die?"

At this moment, Quitshalan was sitting on the ground tiger Camilo Torik, and he could no longer think of a showdown with the newly-rising John Constantine.

Isn’t it good to be alive?

The thugs thought so.

…

Torreon City.

Tan Yingzong of the Royalist Association led a group of Royalist Association members to where Liu Shenqi stayed.

When Liu Shenqi saw Tan Yingzong, he was so frightened that he backed away and knocked down the tea cup on the table: "I have already given Kang Nanhai the money, what else do you want to do?"

Tan Ying smiled but said: "Master Kang once said before leaving that the crisis in the clan has not been resolved, and Mr. Liu is a loyal man and will definitely hand over the property to us. As the property of the Royal Loyalist Association, what do you think of Mr. Liu? "

Liu Shenqi was annoyed and afraid: "Does Kang Nanhai think that he can cover up the sky with one hand? When Liu returns to China, his ugly face will be publicized to the world. Kang Nanhai is a hypocrite, a clown, and an insatiable villain! You and I We are all Chinese, and we should work together to help each other in a foreign land, and we are fellow villagers..."

Tan Yingzong sneered and interrupted: "Mr. Liu, do you still naively think that you can return to China safe and sound? Come on, give Mr. Liu some tricks and let him have a taste of the skills of fellow countrymen."

Liu Shenqi was desperate - in a foreign country, especially overseas, the most untrustworthy people are his own people...

He shouted in his heart - who can come and save me...