The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

A telegram from the Qing court: It is absolutely undesirable for China and foreign countries to slander the horror of the bomb. Since the Meiji Restoration, the Japanese have been hard-pressed and their momentum has been overwhelming. Once the war begins, Lugang Town will be outnumbered in Changchuan, Hulutao, and Linjiang counties. The soldiers and people will move away and the Northeast will be corrupted. It will be difficult for the country to commit crimes and the people will be unable to do anything...

Liu Guogui pulled at the cotton coat he was wearing, puffed out a cigarette and replied: If the Japanese want to bomb me in Lugang Town, you should keep silent. If the Japanese bomb, you will have Lugang Town alone to take the blame. The imperial court is ignorant of the military and has no preparations. Do you think that I, Lugang Town, are like a useless snack like you? Let him be strong and let him be strong, and the bright moon will shine on the river. He lets him do whatever he wants, and the breeze blows on the hills. Although it has nothing to do with us, there is no reason for the Japanese to inflict crimes on us. They can just cross the Yalu River and fight!

After sending the telegram, Liu Guoguo felt his scalp numb and goosebumps.

Spicy next door, if you don't like it, do it.

When Zaifeng received the reply, his nose felt so hung up.

In the past, the two parties also communicated with each other. Although the frequency was very small, they were always polite.

This time it was different.

Just because Liu Huaqiang and Hu Er were almost killed in the bombing and reported to the Qing court, they didn't even pretend to condemn Japan.

Preciousness also has a temper.

…

Before dawn, the Nandao Japs piled wood and built obstacles in Yuanbo County.

This is equivalent to a different kind of trench. There is no other way, the frozen soil cannot be dug.

Everyone knew who they were guarding against in Sakhalin.

Songping Kunyang rode a carriage north, and there were more than a hundred people in front carrying wooden shovels to shovel snow to clear the way.

"Faster, faster."

A blizzard blew in from the Sea of ​​Okhotsk and fell all night.

The roads are covered.

The horse's nose was spraying thin white air, which was infected by its master, and it also became more anxious.

By noon, when we finally arrived, we saw a lot of logs piled up in front of us.

Songping Kunyang stuck his head out of the car: "Move the wood and let me go quickly."

"Sir, this is for the defense of the Peacekeeping Bureau."

"I'm just going to the Peacekeeping Bureau. Let me go quickly. None of you can afford to delay important matters."

As soon as the logs were moved, another group of Japanese people who looked like refugees came from the north.

They carried the old and the young, carrying large and small packages, and drove slowly on a few dilapidated carriages, saluting.

"Go back quickly, let me go first." Songping Kunyang was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead.

He went to negotiate with Zhao Chuanxin.

Some people's faces turned red: "Zhao Chuanxin drove us away. We finally got here, and you want to drive us back again? Although you are a noble, don't force me to say - Baga Ya Road! Otherwise, everyone will It’s too much!”

Songping Kunyang was so angry when he saw them messing around that he simply got out of the car and ordered the driver to drive the car away. He led the people on foot to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

"Get out of the way, my legs are on fire, why don't you get out of the way?" Songping Kunyang pushed the crowd: "If you take a step too slow and something explodes, you are all sinners."

"Zhao Chuanxin drove us away, and you said we were sinners. There is no way to survive, so why should I die now?"

"Get out of the way."

"No, unless you help us settle in and prepare settlement expenses for us."

"Baga, do you think I look like Mr. Qingtian?"

Songping Kunyang followed up with punches and kicks to open up a path and finally passed.

Arriving at the boundary of the Peacekeeping Bureau, a group of Peacekeeping Bureau soldiers were clearing snow from the road.

So the roads here are much easier to walk.

Songping Kunyang passed by Fuxiang Tavern and when Lubinfu Bank was temporarily stationed, he saw a long queue outside.

He said to his entourage: "Go and ask them what they are doing."

The entourage came back quickly: "Sir, they are handling the house purchase loan procedures."

There aren't many private houses in the surrounding area?

Songping Kunyang was confused: "Where is the house?"

The attendant said: "The house will be built next year."

"..."

He ignored it and hurried to the Peacekeeping Bureau Stone Tower.

The defenders in the stone tower told him that Zhao Chuanxin went to Fuxiang Tavern.

Songping Kunyang stamped his foot: "I just passed by there."

Inside the incense tavern.

Ken Nakamura asked Peter Grebin: "Have you also applied for a home loan?"

"yes."

Nakamura Ken ate a salted egg: "Are you crazy? The Peacekeeping Bureau has only been established for less than a year, and you dare to take on a thirty-year mortgage?"

"What do you know? Have you seen the model? The house is beautifully built and exquisite. I no longer have to sleep in the wind or be crowded in other people's homes."

"For the sake of you treating me to salted eggs." Nakamura Ken said: "My suggestion is - if you can refund it, refund the mortgage as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will suffer in the next few decades."

"You are still young. When you grow up, you will understand the importance of a house."

"Yeah, I'm so young, I'm not as stupid as you."

"You..." Peter Grebin wanted to offend him, but then he remembered that he was now the spokesperson: "My lord said that I will also make movies in the future, and every time I give a speech, the Peacekeeping Bureau will give me a weekly salary of 7 rubles, so I don't have to worry. repayment.”

Songping Kunyang entered the tavern with the church priest.

He asked the priest in surprise: "Can clergy also drink alcohol?"

The priest patted the snow on his hat, pointed to the piano in the corner of the tavern and said, "I am here to protect the piano. Every Sunday, we push it to the church to play hymns. This piano is the pride of the whole town. , I must pay attention, lest drunks and fools break it."

"Okay then." Songping Kunyang said, "You are a serious and good priest."

The priest nodded and without looking at the piano, he came to the bar and knocked on the table: "Bring me a glass of vodka."

Songping Kunyang: "..."

The tavern was noisy, smoky, and smelled of wine and perfume.

People were shouting and the tables were mostly full.

Only the small table in the corner was occupied by one person - Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin wore glasses, a cigar in his ear, and drew on the paper with a pencil in his hand.

There is also a dinner plate on the table, which contains dry, oily, and ruddy rabbit meat cubes, accompanied by crispy pepper segments and sesame seeds.

A highball glass contained red guava chunks and rosemary, clearly a cocktail.

Now that he was here and saw Zhao Chuanxin, Songping Kunyang breathed a sigh of relief and stopped being anxious. He went to the bar and pointed to Zhao Chuanxin and said to the bartender: "Bring me a cocktail that is exactly the same."

"Cocktails are OK, but cups are not. That is Mr. Zhao's special wine glass. He is worried that public wine glasses will spread diseases. His prudence is admirable."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about."

"Why are you worried about nothing? What on earth are you being pretentious about? There are only public wine glasses, don't use them if you like."

"Baga!"

Songping Kunyang came to sit opposite Zhao Chuanxin with a wine glass in hand.

He stretched out his head and took a look: "Mr. Zhao, is this a bullet? Why does it still have a tail? What are these words? Why have I never seen them before?"

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book and said dissatisfied: "What are you looking at? Is this what you can see?"

The text is the Rune City text, and the picture is the newly designed improved bomb.

It's just that the size of the bomb cannot be seen on the paper, so it is understandable to be mistaken for a bullet.

Songping Kunyang was very unhappy when he was scolded.

He sat up straight and said arrogantly: "Master Zhao, this time I am talking to you on behalf of the Empire of Japan."

"What do you want to tell me on behalf of the little devil?"

"It's not a little devil, it's the Japanese Empire." Songping Kunyang said angrily: "Mr. Zhao, please don't insult our Japanese Empire."

"Okay, what do the Devil Empire want to say?"

Matsudaira Kunyang took a deep breath: "Mr. Zhao, our police and military police are searching for explosive residue near the Hokkaido Provincial Office. I believe there will be results soon. Before that, Mr. Zhao, don't you want to explain anything?"

Zhao Chuanxin used a small steel fork to fork a piece of rabbit meat and took a sip of the cocktail. It was sour, sweet and delicious.

"Could it be that you discovered that I was spying on the widow Vodionova taking a bath? Okay, let me show it off. I coveted her body for a moment, but then I thought about it, she is not the rusty one. Chaste and martyrful woman.

It has been polished smooth by many people. "

The priest next to him brightened his eyes when he heard it: "Sir, this is wrong. Women are like pianos. The older they are used, the better the sound."

"..."

"Since you are pretending to be stupid, let me speak frankly. The bombing of the Hokkaido Prefectural Office in Sapporo has something to do with Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the table: "Zhao will say this today - the King of Heaven is here, and it was also the work of gangsters!"

Songping Kunyang said angrily: "Master Zhao, as I said, we are already looking for the remnants, and I believe we will find clues."

"Then go ahead and search. If you find out which gangster is responsible, Zhao will despise him. That's it, ah...tui!"

Did you say it was a coincidence or not?

Zhao Chuanxin's spit actually got on the edge of his cotton boots.

Songping Kunyang: "..."

priest:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin looked embarrassed: "This is purely a coincidence."

Songping Kunyang got up angrily and prepared to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Wait."

Songping Kunyang sarcastically said: "Why, Mr. Zhao also wants to blow me up too?"

"Songping, we are old friends. Whether we are going to blow up or not is a matter of course." Zhao Chuanxin took off the cigar from his ear and lit it: "I just want to give your country some advice. Of course, advice is hard to hear. If there is any offense, , that was purely intentional... ah no, please forgive me."

Although Songping Kunyang was angry and felt that Zhao Chuanxin could not spit out ivory, he knew that the more Zhao Chuanxin talked, the more likely he was to reveal his flaws.

So he sneered: "Master Zhao, please speak, I am all ears."

"When people do something wrong, they must be brave enough to take responsibility. For example, your anti-Zhao Society almost killed my colleagues, and you can tell from their names that they are very unfriendly to me. At least you should cut it 40,000 square kilometers The land means it, right? Otherwise it wouldn’t make sense, right?”

Matsudaira Kunyang sneered: "Master Zhao has such a big appetite. The whole of Japan only covers an area of ​​several tens of thousands of square kilometers? Furthermore, if the Huatai Office and the Hokkaido Provincial Office were bombed, how much land will Master Zhao have to cede to compensate us?"

"Why the hell can't you understand people? I told you, it was the work of gangsters."

Matsudaira Kunyang sneered: "Then I also said that the bombing of your people was also done by gangsters. Furthermore, who blew up the Huatai Hall and the Hokkaido Dao Hall may soon be concluded."

After saying that, he walked away.

…

The Sapporo County Police found a complete fragment.

This broken piece is long and has characters engraved on it, which are in Japanese.

It says: I am a gangster.

Police around: "..."

Several British, American and French journalists were on the ground following the police investigation.

Seeing that shrapnel was found, the "clicking" sound was endless, and they took pictures one after another.

After taking the photo, ask what is written on it.

After hearing what the police said, the reporters' minds were buzzing: It was really the crime of gangsters.

…

As night fell, when Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave the Fuxiang Tavern, Peter Grebin stopped him: "Sir, I want to make a movie."

He knows that his current fame is brought about by movies.

If he makes more movies, maybe his status in some people's hearts can surpass that of God.

"Peter, listen to me." Zhao Chuanxin said earnestly: "The entertainment industry is in trouble, and you will become dirty after being around for a long time. Ah, stay away from me, I think you are dirty."

"..." Peter Grabbin said with a pious face: "Sir, please, let me make two more movies."

"Oh? Well, since you don't mind being dirty. If you have nothing to do, practice the boxing I teach you and keep fit. I'll let you perform it twice more later."

Peter Grabbin got what he wanted and returned to the bar: "Bartender, give Ken Nakamura two more salted eggs for my treat. Really, sometimes I feel that praying to God is not as useful as praying to adults."

Nakamura Ken coughed: "Since you think that I am worthy of God, then give me a portion of the rabbit meat that I just ate, and treat it as the holy meal given to me."

"That's almost it. How can a beggar still be picky about food?"

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin walked out and was stopped by several Japanese female technicians.

They exaggeratedly said: "Sir, when the Russian women come, we will almost have no food to eat. You have to think of a way for us."

Stealing business is possible, but it definitely cannot be called losing jobs.

In fact, Japanese women are more popular than Russian women.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed and whispered: "I will teach you two mantras. Remember them. How much you can understand depends on you."

The eyes of the girls lit up: "Sir, please speak."

Zhao Chuanxin's tone was low: "My father died early, my mother was sick; my younger brother went to school, and our family was broken."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

A group of female technicians thought about it for a while: "Wow, your words are quite meaningful."

"How deep?"

"As deep as your stomach!"

"From above or from below?"

"Ah this..."

When Zhao Chuanxin left the tavern, he suddenly felt something and looked around.

Xingyue said: "There are a few Japanese peeking at you nearby, but they are not armed."

It turns out that this is the purpose of Songping Kunyang!

Zhao Chuanxin tightened his collar, put on his hat and walked back humming: "The plum blossoms in Sanjiu are red with the snow all over the mountain, and the shadows of the desolate branches and the crescent moon shine on people sleeping. The young man stepped on the snowy hat to keep his face warm from freezing. , it’s time to go home and go to bed again..."

The few Japanese who were nearly freezing in hiding wanted to die after listening to this song.

Xingyue said: "Songping Kunyang left, but left a lot of tail. There are also people near the stone tower."

"Is it possible that they want to blow me up?"

"No, they don't have bombs."

"That's pure surveillance."

After Zhao Chuanxin went upstairs, he lit the lamp first and then the fireplace.

Looking from below, the heavily frosted glass windows were dimly lit.

The chimney at the top of the tower began to smoke.

The Japanese on surveillance felt even colder when they saw it.

Suddenly, they were refreshed because Zhao Chuanxin came out again.

"Sure enough, these are all a cover-up, and he will go out to do evil again."

"Damn Butcher Zhao!"

However, Zhao Chuanxin unfastened his belt and started talking on the snow pile that had been piled up during the snow clearing outside the stone tower.

The Japanese sentry agent saw Zhao Chuanxin trembled and muttered: "Damn it, thank you my urine is not yellow, otherwise it would be too unsightly."

After urinating, he kicked the snow next to him with his boots and covered the resulting snow pit.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and returned to the stone tower.

Japanese:"……"

The lights on the third floor were always on, and the firelight flickered.

They waited and waited and waited. An hour later, several people's feet were numb from the cold, and stamping their feet did not help.

"Our hats can't keep out the cold wind, damn it!"

"The shoes are not as thick as Zhao Chuanxin's."

"The clothes are also thinner than his."

"The key is that he is inside the house and we are outside."

"Look, there is another figure moving around. It must be Zhao Chuanxin who robbed the girl and caused trouble at night."

Someone stamped his feet and felt unconscious.

He took off his shoes, pulled off his socks, leaned against the snowdrift, and prepared to rub his feet with his hands.

As a result, when I touched my little finger, it was broken.

"..."

He couldn't feel the pain anymore.

The remaining people looked panicked and said, "There are wooden shovels over there. Let's take turns shoveling the snow. It will keep us from getting cold while moving, and it can also cover up people's eyes and ears. They won't question the people who are diligent in clearing the snow, right?"

"Okay, let's do it."

In the stone tower, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue had just finished making three improved XY10 bombs.

The controllable part about fragmentation lies in the texture. When energy needs an outlet, the shallow parts will naturally break.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately left a long and thick place for engraving.

He came to the window on the other side of the stone tower and pressed his palms on the window. The frost on the glass gradually melted away, and Zhao Chuanxin peeked out of the window and flashed.

After flashing out of the sight of the monitor several times, Zhao Chuanxin took out the third-generation Dragon Rider and rode it into the sea.

He traveled a long way and it took him an hour and a half to arrive at Jintian Bay.

Objectively speaking, Tokyo with a subtropical monsoon climate is a good place in winter. It is on the leeward side, with less rain and snow. It is mostly sunny and dry in winter. The temperature was actually above zero tonight.

This city, which is the economic center of Japan in the past, present and future, has too many people, so Zhao Chuanxin does not intend to let the third generation of dragons fly into the sky.

The Meiji Constitution, promulgated on February 11, 1889, had little impact on the material aspects of the city, but it brought significant changes to the social and psychological aspects.

For the merchant class, this constitution relieved them of the shame of their merchant social status.

This brings unusual prosperity to Tokyo.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a slogan on the streets of Tokyo - Japanese soul and Western culture.

After he landed in the port area, he wandered around and looked at it curiously. After all, it was his first time here.

Most of the buildings are stone and red brick buildings, imitating Western styles.

The shops on the streets and alleys are remarkable.

But there are some quirks.

For example, Zhao Chuanxin saw a note posted on the mailbox: No peeing here.

Because in Japanese, mailbox and urinal are written similarly.

Maybe it confused some people...

Zhao Chuanxin knows that Japan has many habits that they take for granted but that are shocking to outsiders.

They would get naked in public.

They would light street fires.

They washed dishes in the river.

They peed in the gutter in front of the store.

But I never expected that they would not even let go of the mailbox.

From the architecture, you can tell that this is a mixed city.

It is said that in the last century, red brick and stone buildings were built in Tokyo, but after all, there are still many wooden houses.

Therefore, a fire would break out every once in a while, and each fire would be fierce. They built new buildings on the corpses, scorched earth and ruins.

There are not many wooden structures left today, and some are still dark with traces of fire.

Although prosperous, it is neither fish nor fowl.

The whole lacks majesty, the individuality lacks nobility and simplicity, and it is just a hodgepodge.

Zhao Chuanxin strolled around for a while, then jumped onto the roof in a dimly lit area.

Starting from Minato, he turned on the reaction shoulder straps and floated over Tokyo.

I drifted all the way to Chiyoda District and saw a beautiful Western-style building called Matsumoto Tower.

This is a French restaurant.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted the No. 25 copper eye on the roof of Matsumoto Building.

Detour toward the east.

Then he saw the Bank of Japan.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

He avoided the gaslights and cut through the glass on the third floor at the back of the bank.

Xingyue found out the location of the treasury for him, and Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the treasury.

He easily cut open the treasury door with a light blade. Xingyue said, "The Japanese are very knowledgeable. There is not much money here. I estimate it is only three to four million yen."

"Okay, we have no capital to trade, how much can we earn?"

Zhao Chuanxin put away the banknotes, gold and silver coins, and gold and silver ingots, transferred them to Qutsalan Underground Fortress for storage, and left in a hurry after returning.

He returned to Chiyoda District because this was the Imperial Palace—the residence of the Emperor.

There is an eighty- to ninety-meter-wide moat outside the Imperial Palace, and Zhao Chuanxin can jump across it.

But if you go low and low, you will inevitably be exposed by the guards.

He was in the small forest outside the moat, stroking his chin and looking up in thought.

The sky is clear in Tokyo and the night sky is full of stars.

Xingyue said: "You have even forgotten how much equipment you have. Take out the ladder and turn on the reaction shoulder straps. With the combination of the two, you can jump out of the atmosphere. No matter what happens, I can help you, although it is very tiring. "

"Zhuo, what you say makes sense."

Zhao Chuanxin does sometimes forget to use equipment that he doesn't use often.

He took out the ladder and activated the reaction shoulder straps.

It's just that the ladder is not stepped on, but pulled with his secondary limbs, because he has to put it away after each pull.

Just pull it up to about 20 meters once, and two times is enough.

After that, Zhao Chuanxin pulled horizontally and pulled himself above the Imperial Palace.

bomb.

boom……

boom……

Look up, sea of ​​stars.

Bow down, sea of ​​fire.

Xingyue shouted: "Light up the sea of ​​​​stars, light up the sea of ​​​​stars!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He did not throw the third one, but chose to pull the ladder horizontally and float toward the Bank of Japan.

Arriving above the bank, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the last bomb.

boom……

Tonight, Tokyo is sleepless.