The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

The next day, Japanese merchants on the coast discovered an extra tall tower.

"Peacekeeping Bureau?"

"The tower was raised overnight, and Zhao Chuanxin returned to the demonic arts as expected."

"What does he want to do? This is Shixiang County of our Empire of Japan!"

These people only dared to whisper from a distance and did not dare to get closer.

Zhao Chuanxin sat outside the tower and said to these merchants: "Pay the tax according to the goods list as usual, and pay by yourself."

A Japanese businessman was confused: "What is self-service tax payment?"

"You'll find out when you go in."

The Japanese businessman walked to the door, saw the couplets and the lintel, and "poofed" on the ground.

After entering the tower, there is only one counter. There is a board standing on the counter. On the board is written - fill in the goods documents, tax three for ten, spread the money on the table, and then put it into the cash box.

There is a pen on the table, an ink bottle, and paper with a form.

The businessman looked at the form with a sneer on his lips: "A vulgar martial artist, he is indeed an amateur."

He started writing quickly, finished it in a moment, and spread the money on the counter. He should have paid about 15 yen, but he deliberately paid 5 yen less.

Just as he was about to turn his head, suddenly a row of wood on the wall was opened, and the words on the wooden board were engraved - please make up the money.

The Japanese businessman sneered - deceived me?

hehe.

Just as he was about to turn around, the puppet arm stretched out, holding a horse poker, and pointed the gun at the Japanese businessman's head.

There was a hint of fear on the Japanese businessman's face, but he still didn't believe in evil and thought it was all Zhao Chuanxin's trick.

Just took a step.

Bang.

Japanese businessman shot in the head.

The other businessmen outside made a noise: "Zhao Jun, what do you mean?"

"Are you ambushing a swordsman in the tower? Are you blatantly killing people and taking wealth?"

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "That person filled out the form, but paid 5 yen less. He deserved his death. If you don't believe it, you might as well go in and give it a try."

The person at the front of the team had to enter the tower cautiously.

When he saw the corpse on the ground, his face was very ugly, but he still walked around to the counter, filled out the form according to the rules, and then took out 67 yen. He looked around and saw that there was no one here, so he thought a little bit more.

But then I thought about it, wouldn’t it be bad if someone was ambushing me here to spy on me?

So I could only spread the money on the table and put it into the cash box.

Nothing happened.

After coming out, he exchanged a few words in a low voice with the next tax payer in the line.

The man's eyes were chattering.

After entering the tower, the man filled out the form and put in the money in one go. He didn't do any tricks, but he had a sly smile on his face.

The amount of money he put in was what was on the table, but his goods were much more than that.

There is a corpse on the ground, and the remaining people dare not act rashly and pay their taxes honestly.

But in the afternoon, when several scheming businessmen were loading goods into the ship, they were stopped by Zhao Chuanxin: "Only half of the goods can be loaded."

"Why?"

"You paid the tax but were not allowed to ship?"

"Even if we don't dare mess with you, at least you should abide by the rules."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them: "Your goods are worth 895 yen, but you only paid 130 yen in tax. Your goods are worth 126 yen, but you only paid 14 yen. 伱... Do you have anything to say? Who? Talk to me and I will tear his mouth open."

These businessmen who evaded taxes were secretly shocked that what Zhao Chuanxin said was true.

How on earth did he know that when he was outside?

Don't tell me, there is actually one person who is holding his neck and saying: "You are talking nonsense..."

Zhao Chuanxin put on two leather gloves, flashed in front of the man, inserted his left and right middle fingers and index fingers into his mouth, and tore violently on both sides.

laugh……

"Well..."

Zhao Chuanxin tore off two leather gloves and threw them on the ground: "Damn it, you thought Zhao was joking with you, right?"

He, Zhao Chuanxin, always practices what he preaches!

The merchants and workers loading and unloading the goods around were stunned and shuddered as they looked at the merchant whose mouth was torn open.

The man became a veritable smiling face of pain and fear.

Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigarette, exhaled and asked, "Are there any more stubborn people?"

"No, no..."

"I'll pay the taxes..."

These people went in to pay taxes in despair.

Zhao Chuanxin lay back on the recliner.

At this time, Smiley Face suddenly took out a dagger and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

"Well, let's go to Ni Pin!"

Talking nonsense.

"Are you paralyzed? Are you trying?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a light blade.

Uh-huh.

The head fell to the ground with a smile on its face.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at a worker loading the goods and raised his fingers: "Come here and clean up the two corpses inside and outside the house. This is your reward."

Zhao Chuanxin threw a piece of ocean away.

The worker's face showed a look of salivation, but he had some scruples.

It wasn't until Zhao Chuanxin's eyes started to tremble that he started to work in a hurry.

At night, three Japanese sneaked up near the tower.

They walked into the gate and found it open.

The three of them looked at each other and saw joy on each other's faces.

Someone called softly: "Zhao Sang, Zhao Sang?"

No one answered.

Another person said happily: "I saw it clearly today. Zhao Chuanxin did not take the money away. It is said that it is all in the money box."

"You keep watch while we go in and get the money."

"good."

The two entered the stone tower.

Bang bang.

No more sound.

The sentry was confused and looked anxious. He called in a low voice, but there was no response after calling twice. He was anxious. The gunfire was too loud in the night and he had to retreat.

So he turned around and ran.

The next morning, Zhao Chuanxin sat on a lounge chair by the dock as usual.

The man who was on guard last night was a dock worker.

He lowered his head with a guilty conscience. When he passed by Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin said with a cigarette in his mouth: "Wait."

The worker staggered and almost fell down. He just felt his legs were a little weak.

He almost didn't sleep all night last night, but he had to go to work, and he had a wife and children to support.

"Zhao Sang, you, you, what do you want to talk to me about? I will do it."

"What's the matter? Are you guilty? You were on guard last night?"

"Zhao Sang, what are you talking about? I don't understand."

"Itagaki Kenkichi, Fukuzawa Takami, don't scare me, come out quickly..." Zhao Chuanxin spoke with his vocal organs. "Does this sound familiar?"

"You, you are nearby?" The worker's face changed drastically.

The Japanese who were watching around understood immediately: "So they wanted to evade taxes..."

"No wonder Itagaki Kenkichi's wife was crying early in the morning..."

But Zhao Chuanxin said: "Haha, don't be nervous. Our peacekeeping bureau only cares about results. You were on guard outside and didn't go in, so you are innocent. Go in now, take the two bodies away, and wipe the ground clean. If there is a drop of blood left, I will cut off your tongue and use it as a rag to wipe the ground."

The worker rushed into the house to collect the bodies as if he had been pardoned.

In order to clean the ground, he even took off all his clothes and pants and used them as rags to wipe the house spotlessly.

In the afternoon, the mayor Kuroda Toshiyoshi came again: "Zhao Chuanxin, you are building a peacekeeping bureau here. Are you here to maintain peace or to rob money?"

The Japanese on the dock cast respectful eyes on their mayor - we admire you as a man.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi is really smart. He probably knows Zhao Chuanxin's plan. It's useless to bring military police. Military police from all over the island will just send more heads.

So he went alone, didn't quarrel, and just talked about reason.

Zhao Chuanxin lazily basked in the sun: "Of course I'm here for peacekeeping. But peacekeeping needs money, otherwise how to pay wages, how to build, how to reconcile conflicts? Zhao makes a few dollars every minute, don't you want a salary?"

"Then why don't you go for peacekeeping? The Russians are provoking every day on the other side of the Polonai Valley, don't you go to take care of it?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood up suddenly: "What? Is there such a thing? I'll go and see. Really, you didn't say it earlier, people who didn't know would think I came here for sightseeing and robbing money."

"..."

Aren't you a stinky rogue who comes here to rob money and territory?

Zhao Chuanxin left as soon as he said he would. As soon as he left, the pressure on the dock workers, merchants and others suddenly decreased, and they all complimented him: "Great job, mayor."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi was very proud: "I just did my job, it's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning..."

But he said in his heart: I have already contacted the army in the Varona Valley and asked them to pretend to fire, so that Zhao Chuanxin and the Russians can fight each other.

Hmph, fight with me?

…

Zhao Chuanxin left the crowd's sight, flashed repeatedly, and arrived at the positions of both sides in the Varona Valley several times.

He stepped on a crooked tree, stepped on the trunk as light as a swallow, jumped hard, slid to a fir tree on the opposite side, hugged it and climbed up.

With the help of the reaction shoulder strap and Xingyue's help, Zhao Chuanxin's ability to climb trees and rocks is not even comparable to that of monkeys.

He took out the telescope, looked down from a high place, and looked around.

This telescope was specially made by the black puppet craftsman. Xingyue remotely controlled the focus, and the eyepiece was directly a display screen. Zhao Chuanxin could see wherever he wanted.

He saw several Japanese soldiers laughing and loading shells.

Then they turned one of the cannons and aimed it in the direction of the mountain.

Boom...

Zhao Chuanxin turned the telescope and found that the Russian soldiers on the other side of the valley were not panicked, as if the two sides had already greeted each other.

He immediately figured out the reason.

That Kuroda Toshiyoshi must have communicated with the Japanese soldiers in the Varona Valley in advance.

Pretending to have a conflict between the two sides, Zhao Chuanxin was attracted over.

But why did the Russian soldiers on the opposite side cooperate?

Immediately, Zhao Chuanxin knew the answer.

The Japanese soldiers tied Pirate and Pinhai cigarettes, Sanxing brandy, Dingsheng cakes that only vegetarians eat, and other things with stones, and found a narrow place on the water to throw them over.

The Russian soldiers got the things and smiled happily.

The harmonious scene made Lao Zhao very unhappy: "Damn it, the Japanese neglected their duties and didn't fight well. They deserved it. Kuroda Toshiyoshi, such a kind person, how could I disappoint him?"

Just then, after delivering the things, several artillerymen hid aside and smoked, talking about the benefits of Tokyo brothels with a beaming face.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed in front of a cannon, loaded the bullets, and calibrated.

Boom.

After a cannon shot, the Russian soldiers on the opposite side were stunned.

The temporary camp was bombed by the Japanese, and at least seven or eight people died.

The people in the Japanese artillery position were also stunned.

"Who is firing the cannon?"

Everyone rushed to the cannon.

Where is the figure?

Someone wondered: "Why does it seem like there is one less cannon?"

"No way?"

As he was talking, a few dozen meters away, boom...

The Russian soldiers on the opposite side were in a panic, running around to tell each other, and some people fired at this side.

Bang, bang, bang...

After one of the Japanese soldiers was killed, they also scattered to find cover to fight back.

Soon, the other side opened fire.

Both sides fired small-caliber mountain artillery at each other, and the barrage of bullets was like rain, and the fighting was extremely fierce.

The Russians were irritable and cursed: "The Japanese are going back on their words and pretending to be real!"

"Go to them!"

Although Maozi lost in the Russo-Japanese War, they should not be underestimated.

The Japanese were able to win in the first place only at the cost of blood, a miserable victory.

For a moment, Maozi soldiers suppressed the Japanese soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and said: "With my friendship with Kuroda Toshiro, I can't let them suffer. Let's take a look."

He flashed to the other side, flashed several times in a row, came to their artillery position, took out a Type 30 rifle and fired at the artillery.

Bang, bang, bang...

This person was hit in the chest, the next person was hit in the liver, and someone had a bloody hole in his cheek...

If you are careful, you will find that although the location of the hit is different, at least it will make the person lose combat effectiveness, and in serious cases, he will die.

Gradually, the Japanese army gained the upper hand.

"Beat him to death, beat him to death..."

Zhao Chuanxin put away the gun and slapped his thigh: "This is the right thing, kill the turtle grandson!"

Then he left, teleporting back to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

On the Peacekeeping Bureau side, Toriya Kuroda heard the sound of the cannon at first, with a smile of success on his lips.

But then, there was continuous artillery fire and gunshots, and his smile became a little stiff.

For a long time, the sound of gunfire did not stop, and he felt something was wrong.

When he sat back on the recliner leisurely, Kuroda Toshiro was stunned: "Zhao Sang, why are you back?"

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of disgrace: "Oh, don't mention it. I haven't even reached it yet. The two sides started fighting. The guns have no eyes. I dare not move forward for the time being. When they finish fighting, I will talk in the middle." and."

"..." Are you afraid of guns? Kuroda Toshiro said anxiously: "Perhaps, the matter is not as serious as you think?"

Zhao Chuanxin patted the armrest of the recliner: "I have been fighting for my whole life, how can I still get it wrong? People's brains are screwed up, and you still say it's not serious? In my opinion, you should evacuate quickly, maybe by night, This place has been taken over by Mao Zi.”

The Japanese around heard this and became commotion.

"The Russians are not really coming, are they?"

"It was agreed that half of Sakhalin Island would be per person, but they wouldn't dare, right?"

"But from what I heard, it sounded like the beating was very intense!"

Sakhalin Island, also called Sakhalin Island.

After the Russo-Japanese War, Japan originally wanted to occupy it all, but Tsarist Russia refused to comply.

Japan was strong on the outside and weak on the inside. The war destroyed its wealth, and it won miserably. It was unable to fight again, so it fought hard based on reason and only took half of it.

Taking the Polonais Valley as the boundary, Tsarist Russia is in the north and Japan is in the south.

Fuxiang County is almost the northernmost county of the Japanese in Sakhalin Island.

If Tsarist Russia attacks from the Polonai Valley, Fuxiang County will be the first to suffer.

Kuroda Liliang stomped his feet after hearing this: "Why did things get to such a point? No, I have to go back and report..."

Zhao Chuanxin was hospitable and said: "Kuroda-kun, why don't you leave in a hurry? Please stay for a while. Zhao has a good pot here. Let's cook two dishes."

"When is it?" Kuroda Toshiro said angrily: "No one can stop me!"

After that, he hurriedly left.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, walked around behind the tower, and teleported to Eye No. 13, the Ikeda Western Souvenir Shop where no one else could see him.

He looked down from the pavilion on the second floor.

Not long after, the gendarmes and police here began to gather, loaded with guns and ammunition, sharpening their knives, preparing for war.

The clerks and owners of Ikeda's Western Souvenir Shop came out to watch the excitement and inquire about what happened. Pedestrians did not bother to buy anything, and there was no one in the shop.

Zhao Chuanxin sneaked in and once again raided the goods in Ikeda's boutique.

When the clerk and the boss came back, they were confused: "Is our business so good today? Why are there so many things missing?"

The clerk shook his head blankly: "There aren't many customers?"

Zhao Chuanxin took to the streets and was surprised to find a group of women holding banners and shouting for reduced working hours and lower wages.

From the mid-1980s to the mid-1990s, Japan experienced an industrial revolution centered on light industry.

Its industrial economy developed rapidly. From 1884 to 1893, industrial capital increased 15.5 times.

At the same time as rapid industrialization, the ranks of the working class have grown, working hours have been extended, and labor intensity has increased. Female workers can work up to 15 hours a day, and they work in two shifts.

Women going on strike in protest and men directly rioting are common in Japan.

On Sakhalin, the situation is even more severe, simply because the living conditions here are harsher and colder, and women will suffer from occupational diseases such as chilblains and tuberculosis.

A police officer saw the incident and pushed a woman fiercely, almost knocking her down: "There's a fight in the north, and you're still on strike here? It's really unreasonable."

"It's not enough for soldiers to die in battle, but it's okay for us female workers to die from illness and exhaustion?"

"Yes, why?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately stood up: "That's right. I support you. If you ask me to kill these policemen, it would be better."

Japanese female workers were marching, and they couldn't help but be moved when they heard a man's passionate support for them.

When the police heard this, they were furious.

"Who, who said that? Come forward if you have the guts."

But there was no sound again.

The female worker shouted: "Why is it so bad? What they said is right."

"Yes, beat you policemen to death."

The policeman frowned: "I think I should beat you to death."

"How dare you!"

The policeman was provoked and pulled out his gun in an attempt to intimidate.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up when he saw him in the crowd. He extended his secondary limbs and stretched them out seven or eight meters away. He straightened the policeman's wrist and helped him trigger the Type 26 revolver.

Bang.

A female worker was shot in the arm.

"Ah? Murder!"

"The police shot and killed people, let's fight him..."

A group of women rushed forward timidly and bravely, ready to smash the policeman who shot to death with their little fists.

The policeman was also confused.

I was shocked.

I didn't want to shoot?

He looked around suspiciously, no one was around?

How did I shoot?

I just wanted to scare them!

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted: "You bastard, you are so despicable, you actually killed a woman? Die!"

Then a figure flew out of the crowd and pressed the policeman to the ground.

The policeman heard the person on him mutter: "Oh, it's not me, it's not me who shouted, why did I rush over, I'm so scared..."

Policeman: "..."

Then, he was kicked hard on the temple and died immediately.

The person who rushed on the policeman hurriedly got up and found that the policeman was motionless.

"Oh, what happened to you? Did you faint?" The man raised his hands halfway and pinched his fingers to make a fuss.

At this time, a tall man raised his hands: "Girls, look, this is your hero, he killed the policeman."

When the female worker heard this, she was a little scared and excited. She stepped forward to hold the man and said: "Brother, you are really great."

"You actually stood up for us women, you are a hero!"

The man was panicked and pale: "I, I, I..."

The tall figure next to him said again: "What do you mean by me? People say you are a hero, and you are. You are really amazing. In my opinion, you should lead these sisters to fight against him!"

Suddenly a female worker pointed to the front: "Oh, no, more police are coming."

The man almost peed his pants.

It was really yellow mud rolling up his crotch, it was shit if it wasn't shit.

At this time, he suddenly had a 26-style revolver in his hand.

The tall man next to him shouted, "Don't be afraid, sisters. Your heroes will take care of these policemen."