The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After Zhao Chuanxin built a pile of stone bricks and columns, he began to flash northward.

Xingyue controlled the puppet servant to install a bunch of new clips for the Lugang M1907 pistol for him.

Zhao Chuanxin wore a black tactical suit, the upper body was a fire-transmitting tactical suit, the upper body was made of sea cordyceps fiber, cotton, and velvet three-wire blended fabric, copper zipper, elbows and shoulders were reinforced with Oxford cloth wear-resistant reinforcement, and there were ventilation mesh under the armpits.

The lower body was black fire-transmitting tactical jeans, which was different from the factory in Lubinfu in that it lacked 9 practical pockets, but all stress points such as the trouser line were reinforced with multiple stitches, and the proportion of the three-wire blend was adjusted to enhance elasticity and tear resistance.

The shoes were fire-transmitting tactical boots, with a serrated outsole, a foot support system, a quick-drying upper, and a cushioning sole.

Zhao Chuanxin put on sunglasses and a black tactical hat, plus a thick black beard, and immediately disappeared into the night when he went out.

At the Russian sentry post on the north bank of the Bolonai Valley, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up and went up to the sentry tower to open fire.

Whoosh...

"Ah..." The screams were particularly harsh in the dark night.

The people below immediately noticed: "What happened?"

Whoosh.

He was shot in the thigh.

This shot was very clever, not affecting the artery, hurting the tendons but not the bones.

Immediately, screams rang out.

There was a faint flicker of gunfire in the dark night, flickering in the wild cherry and willow bushes.

"Damn it, I said I would cut down these trees, but I didn't listen. Now it's good..."

The Lugang M1907 equipped with a sound-absorbing cold iron silencer still couldn't completely eliminate the flames. The sound was very small at night, but it was still obvious.

All the Russian soldiers at this sentry post were quickly shot.

They couldn't fight back because they couldn't see where the enemy was.

Whether it was the rich night or the bushes of willow, wild cherry, mountain red and rose, they could easily block people's sight.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and left for the next sentry post without any lingering desire to fight.

Zhao Chuanxin swept all the way from south to north.

Sentry posts, artillery positions, guard posts, wooden barracks... the whole Polonaise Valley was in turmoil.

There were shouts of enemy attacks everywhere, causing the free people and exiles everywhere to run wild, but they could not catch the enemy at all.

Someone dragged his leg injury and rode north on horseback, trying to tip off the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin hid behind a burdock that was nearly half a person's height and covered with a layer of frost, and shot him halfway.

Whoosh.

In addition to the leg injury, the man also had a shoulder injury. He was extremely unlucky and finally fell off his horse with a wail, cursing: "Fuck your mother..."

The commotion in the north of the valley was so loud that it alarmed the Japanese soldiers on the south bank.

They were on high alert and thought it was another round of unrest.

But it was not.

Under the detection of the stars and the moon, Zhao Chuanxin did not let anyone go and fired from east to west.

He discovered one thing. When he arrived at the sixth garrison point, the enemy was on high alert.

He noticed the telegraph pole erected next to the blacksmith's workshop.

In recent years, the Russians have also built on the island, laying telegraphs and some railway tracks.

Someone must have notified the Russian soldiers here.

He looked thoughtful, but it did not stop him from continuing to shoot at the thigh.

Swish, swish, swish...

Being on high alert was useless. The enemy seemed to be shooting next to them. Whenever this sound was heard, their bodies would tremble violently, which was definitely a torture.

Bang, bang, bang...

Some Russian soldiers collapsed and fired randomly.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen many times on the battlefield when soldiers broke down and fired, and it was basically their own people who suffered.

The number of troops in modern barracks and outposts, especially in Sakhalin, is generally not enough to cause camp roars.

They were on full alert, and Zhao Chuanxin's rhythm was like this: one, two, three, three, three, four, five...

Whether they shot at an empty place or randomly shot at their own people, they couldn't hit Zhao Chuanxin.

The further they went, the worse it was.

But it just delayed Zhao Chuanxin a little more, which was not a big problem.

Every shot he shot hit the target, and those who were hit would not lose their combat effectiveness, but at least it would be a delusion to chase them.

But the telegraph line played a crucial role.

Zhao Chuanxin traveled 120 kilometers and fought all the way to Kirovskoye. It was already the second half of the night.

Even Zhao Chuanxin was sleepy, let alone the Russian soldiers who were nervous for half a night.

The further north you go, the colder it is, and the temperature may be only about five or six degrees.

The drainage ditch on the street here is smelly, the water is black, and it is soaked with domestic garbage.

There was a "dung field" not far away. Zhao Chuanxin had to avoid it carefully. This was much more serious than stepping on a landmine and would make people unable to sleep.

When the "swoosh" sounded, the Russian soldiers shuddered and someone screamed.

"Enemy attack, alert..."

"He's coming, he's coming, pay attention to your back..."

"Watch your side..."

"Fuck your mother, I've been bitten by bedbugs all night, and now I have to suffer this again..."

The Russian soldiers spread the word from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred.

Swish, swoosh, swoosh...

"Ahhhhh..."

Zhao Chuanxin attacked from the outermost periphery, first using one side to attract firepower, and then flashing to the other side to rush forward.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed to three meters behind the last person, shot him in the thigh, and then teleported to the Peacekeeping Bureau tower on the spot.

He took off his tactical uniform, carefully controlled the water flow to wash the hot sweat all over his body, and added sheep oil soap with fragrant violet perfume that did not exist in this world, which made him smell very good.

Zhao Chuanxin was steaming, and then he changed into white silk pajamas and went out.

He came to the door of Kuroda Toshiyoshi's house and banged on it.

Kuroda Toriyama was sleepy, yawning, and opened the door while cursing: "Baga, it's so late at night..."

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he was completely sleepless.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh... listen, are there gunshots in the north?"

Kuroda Liliang concentrated, and sure enough, he faintly heard the sporadic gunshots.

His expression changed: "What's wrong?"

Are you going to let others live?

Zhao Chuanxin said cheerfully: "I'm very worried, something must have happened. Since the gun was fired, there will inevitably be casualties. I am the kindest person, and I found that there are not many medicines on the island, so when I came back from this trip, I brought We’ve got a batch of medical supplies for treating trauma. Why don’t you send someone to send them to the north?”

Kuroda Toshiro frowned: "You don't want money?"

Would you be so kind?

Zhao Chuanxin smiled shyly: "I'm just kidding, Zhao's family has only a few walls, few taels of silver in his pocket, and no sound in his clothes. These medical supplies also have a cost, and they cost a small profit, but I think of the injured, so I will keep them." Just the cost price, here’s the quotation.”

Kuroda Toshiro: "..."

hiss……

Damn it, it’s at least 20% higher than the normal price. It’s so evil!

Unless the Russians are stupid, how can they buy your medicine?

But he was very doubtful: "Mr. Zhao stayed up most of the night, just waiting for someone to get hurt?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at his pajamas: "I've already fallen asleep, but you know, I'm a timid person and I can't sleep well at night. I wake up at the slightest movement."

At this time, a woman's voice came from Kuroda Toriya's home: "Who is it? It's so late?"

Zhao Chuanxin looked stern and scolded: "When men talk, women should stop interrupting. How is it decent?"

Kuroda Toshiro: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: "Xiao Liangzi, I leave this matter to you. I can rest assured that you will handle the matter."

Then he shouted into the room: "Hey, Liangzi's mother-in-law, don't worry, there's nothing wrong. When Liangzi goes out to do errands, I will take care of you. Without a man in the family, there is no sense of security. I understand this."

Kuroda Toshiro's old face darkened...

…

The next day, F. O. Kononovich listened to his reports.

"Sir, five of our soldiers were shot to death by themselves, and three were wounded by others. The rest were all shot on the outside of the thigh, and none of them died. The murderer's marksmanship was accurate and he could see at night. He was so elusive that it was impossible to catch him. Stay. We don’t know whether the murderer was one person or multiple people. In short, not a single outpost, barracks, or position along the 100-mile journey was spared!"

F. O. Kononovich was furious: "It's Zhao Chuanxin, it's definitely Zhao Chuanxin!"

Every shot was fired at the tensor fascia lata or vastus lateralis muscle of the Russian soldier. It was frighteningly accurate. It would never hit the artery, and even completely bypassed the femoral nerve.

With this kind of marksmanship, this elusiveness, and this ability to fight at night, there is no one else in the world except Zhao Chuanxin.

The subordinate said in his heart: I told you a long time ago not to cheat on Zhao Chuanxin, but you just don’t listen. Who is to blame?

After venting his temper, F. O. Kononovich could only say helplessly: "Tell Zhao Chuanxin that I want to meet and talk with him. If a third party is needed to be present, let the Japanese go too."

It only took him three days to reach the Peacekeeping Bureau.

At this time, the weather had turned cold. Along the way, F. O. Kononovich saw the harvests in the fields on both sides of the road, and he sneered in his heart.

Any pity for the living conditions of the exiles or free people on the island is just a verbal wording of feedback from superiors, and it is just brushed off.

However, life on the island is really not optimistic.

After arriving at the Peacekeeping Bureau, the Japanese representative was still Kunyang Matsudaira and Toriya Kuroda.

F. O. Kononovich's family was rather large, bringing with him two clerks, two servants, a cook, a messenger, a maid, and several soldiers.

He was surprised when he saw the running male and female soldiers in the Peacekeeping Bureau and the enthusiastic craftsmen on the construction site.

"The male soldiers are all Russian and the female soldiers are Japanese. They are better dressed than our soldiers. They are really energetic."

Take the barracks in the coastal area of ​​​​North Island as an example. They are no better than the life of the exiled prisoners. More than fifty people can sleep on the bunk with 100 square meters of wood carvings. Among these people are not only Russian soldiers, but also Russian soldiers. During the day, the wife's complaints and cries of scolding and scolding children were brought by the soldier's family. At night, the wife's pity and painful moans were heard. When the weather got cold, ice skates were hung in the barracks...

But look at the peacekeeping bureau composed of these exiled prisoners. Their bodies have not become strong in a short period of time, but their faces are excellent. There is no numbness of "no way out" on their faces. They hold their heads high and chest out, panting but gritting their teeth and persisting.

When F. O. Kononovich climbed up the tower and saw the person standing behind Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't help but be startled.

It turned out that Boyarkov was standing behind Zhao Chuanxin. Although his position was far back, he definitely didn't look like a prisoner. Instead, he looked like a spring breeze.

Damn it!

This made F. O. Kononovich resentful of being stabbed in the back.

The three parties sat down, with Zhao Chuanxin in the main seat, flanked by Songping Kunyang and F. O. Kononovich.

F. O. Kononovich was the first to speak: "Mr. Zhao, why did you hurt my people?"

Zhao Chuanxin immediately said: "I didn't, it's not me, you misunderstood."

Then he leaned into F. O. Kononovich's ear and muttered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Yes, it's me."

F. O. Kononovich: "..."

His face turned red with anger: "Look, you admitted it."

Zhao Chuanxin spread his hands: "What did I admit? I said, it's not me, you misunderstood, did you hear it?"

Matsudaira Kunyang nodded: "Mr. Zhao said so."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi also nodded, and even V.O. Kononovich's clerk nodded.

This made him angry: "Zhao Chuanxin, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin tapped the table with his fingers: "You need to pay a fine of 500,000 rubles, and withdraw from the Polonai Valley to be taken over by the Peacekeeping Bureau."

"Give it to you, all to you, since you want the land that only grows burdock and ferns, haha, there is clay under the gravel, when it rains, you just wait for the roots of the crops to rot. Since you want it, I will fulfill it for you, anyway, my soldiers have had enough of that place..."

V.O. Kononovich spitted almost venting.

Matsudaira Kunyang and Kuroda Toshiyoshi looked at each other: It seems that the old guy has surrendered.

Then they had nothing to say, so they had to withdraw their troops.

But Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved, lit a cigarette and said: "Don't forget, there are still 500,000 rubles."

F.O. Kononovich pointed at Boyarkov: "It's him, he absconded with the money, he hid the money, go to him for everything, anyway, we have given up the valley."

Boyarkov behind Zhao Chuanxin said with disgust and impatience: "For God's sake, stop lying. The two men you sent to kill me have already confessed. Maybe you are used to playing tricks on others, and you have succeeded a few times, but Zhao Da People can't do it here."

F.O. Kononovich: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said: "Well, if you don't want to pay this money, I have another suggestion. The telegraph poles you erected will also be used by me in the future. I will pull new telegraph lines on them. In addition, bring me 1.6 million poods of the best quality coal. I have inquired that the best coal in your Duer Coal Mine is worth 30 kopecks per pood."

F.O. Kononovich looked at Boyarkov fiercely, thinking that this traitor leaked the secret.

Boyarkov has broken the jar and broken the jar: "This is not my credit, it was found by this little friend."

He was talking about Sato Masayoshi.

"No, Duer Coal Mine is the property of Sakhalin Company."

Sakhalin Company has a total of five representatives.

But the Tsarist Russian authorities in the North Island have to station nearly 400 troops there for a long time at a cost of 150,000 rubles per year, which is equivalent to providing 30,000 rubles of service to each representative.

It is hard to say that this company has no inextricable relationship with the upper echelons of Tsarist Russia.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the corner of his mouth: "Let me be frank. If you don't agree, don't blame me for going to get it myself. Well, you have finished talking about your business, and now it's your turn."

He was referring to the Japanese side represented by Matsudaira Kunyang.

Matsudaira Kunyang pondered and said: "Mr. Zhao, we are willing to withdraw from the Varona Valley."

"Not enough, you still have to pay a fine of 50,000 yen. No matter what the reason is, you fired the first shot."

Matsudaira Kunyang bowed his head and admitted defeat.

"Zizhi Tongjian" said that the Japanese: know small etiquette but no great righteousness, and are particular about small details but no great virtue. They value the minor details but have no integrity, and fear power but do not cherish virtue. The strong must be robbers, and the weak must be humble.

I don't know what channels the predecessors relied on to understand these, but generally speaking, they are very accurate.

To put it in a more vivid way, they bow to you while harming you, do bad things but become saints verbally, invade when they are hard, and pretend to be Sun thieves when they are soft.

Zhao Chuanxin said again: "I'll give you two choices. One, pay the fine. Two, use the bricks and tiles from your brick kiln to pay."

Matsudaira Kunyang glanced at Kuroda Toshiyoshi, who quickly said: "We choose brick and tile exchange."

Fines, especially those from the Peacekeeping Bureau, are not easy to explain to the superiors.

But if they don't pay, Zhao Chuanxin won't let them go.

Look at the fate of the Russians.

But if you can exchange something, there will be a lot of room for maneuver.

This has been the case in the officialdom since ancient times, and there has never been an exception.

Before the meeting ended, Zhao Chuanxin remembered something: "By the way, your Beidao's medical level is said to be two hundred years behind the times? Look, Kuroda Toshiyoshi has trauma medicines and equipment on hand, and he can sell them to you at a low price. Otherwise, if the soldiers die of injuries, I'm afraid you won't be able to explain to the superiors."

V. O. Kononovich trembled: OK, OK, so that's it, right?

Matsuda Kunyang stared at Kuroda Toshiyoshi and Zhao Chuanxin in amazement, thinking that there might be a traitor in his family.

After they left, Neng Chengwen asked curiously: "Sir, what is that batch of medicine..."

"Oh, I asked Xuantian Sect to buy it on Ao Island when I went out this time. The final payment has not been made yet, and I am waiting for the Russians to bleed."

Neng Chengwen was convinced: "Sir, you are really, really, really good at making money, planning and strategizing, everything is under control..."

He was not just flattering, but also spoke from the heart.

After all, according to Zhao Chuanxin's planning and construction, it is not an exaggeration to spend money like water.

Building barracks, mansions, and government offices, as well as building roads and dredging projects...but he was able to magically earn back the money invested in construction.

In addition, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to build a stone building, and thought it would take a long time to transport the stones. As a result, stone bricks and stone pillars piled up like mountains overnight, and the stone pillars were still hollow. I really don't know how they were built.

Sir, everything is like an antelope hanging horns, which has become a metaphysics.

After Matsudaira Kunyang and Kuroda Toshiyoshi went out, they asked him what was going on.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi told everything, there was nothing to hide.

Matsudaira Kunyang sighed, "No wonder Zhao Chuanxin can fool the American elites on Wall Street. He did the same in Sakhalin. What do you think he wants this land for?"

"Farming? Grazing?"

"Haha, no." Matsudaira Kunyang said seriously, "There are only two points. First, it connects the roads between the north and south islands to allow the north and south to communicate with each other. Second, the Russians have been trying to Russify the Ainu and Kiryaks for many years, and Zhao Chuanxin is more ambitious. He wants to Sinicize the indigenous people and the free people of Japan and Russia."

"Ah?" Kuroda Toshiyoshi was shocked: "Zhao Chuanxin is so scheming? His ambition is so huge? Then why should we agree to him?"

"Unless our Great Japanese Empire attaches more importance to this island than South Korea, it is impossible to send troops in large numbers, so we have no chance of winning against Zhao Chuanxin. Hasegawa Yoshimichi's faction has already revealed its ambitions for South Korea and cannot spare the energy to plan Sakhalin. So, you know Zhao Chuanxin's insidiousness, but you can't do anything about it."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi was silent.

Suddenly, a feeling of powerlessness came over me.

After that, Songping Kunyang told him insidiously: "Since Zhao Chuanxin has given it to you, it means that he is short of manpower. Well, you won't work for nothing, sell it to the Russians at a higher price."

"..."

On the other side, Zhao Chuanxin sent a telegram to Lubin Prefecture, asking Cui Fenghua to contact Zhan Tianyou, asking Zhan Tianyou to send some engineers to the island, survey the terrain, and prepare to build a railway, whether he sent his apprentices or others.

...

Seeing that winter is coming.

In Mexico, the executioner general Victoriano Huerta's anti-bandit war is not going well.

He angrily questioned his subordinates: "Why does Emiliano Zapata have more and more guns and ammunition?"

The subordinates brought a Roll King M1908 lever rifle and a Japanese Type 30 rifle: "General, this lever rifle, I have asked someone to find out that it is a patent registered by a man named Benjamin Goldberg, and I don't know where it is produced. The other one is a Japanese Type 30 rifle. There are also some captured guns, which seem to be the guns of our rural cavalry patrol. They should be captured by them during the battle, but the quantity does not match."

Victoriano Huerta said: "Send someone to investigate secretly to see the source of his weapons and ammunition and whether he secretly contacted the Japanese."

When they had this conversation, Emiliano Zapata himself went to Quetzalan.

Aguire Ida took him to the arsenal to see some big guys-Maxim heavy machine guns, Type 31 mountain cannons, Hotchkiss heavy machine guns...

Although these guns and cannons were very old, Emiliano Zapata was still ecstatic.

A heavy weapon!

Aguirre Ida said: "Don John Constantine knows that you don't have money for the time being, so he agreed to sell it on credit first, but next year he wants you to occupy the Veracruz coastline first and drive out the Americans there. If you can do it, this batch of guns will be a gift."