The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Although Li Shutong was not on the front line of the battlefield, he had to carry a gun.

His gun was a Romanian 1893 version of the Manlicher model 6.5mm caliber rifle.

It was a small-caliber rifle specially prepared by the Backwater Army for a weak scholar like him.

He wasted his efforts and didn't fire a single shot.

Benjamin Goldberg dragged him away: "Let's go and see."

Li Shutong was about to refuse, but Liu Ai and Yao Bing followed him, and opening his mouth would only make him look timid.

A Japanese soldier with a pierced cheek by a poverty arrow was struggling slightly on the ground before he died.

Benjamin Goldberg asked Yao Bing: "Junior brother, do you dare to kill people?"

Yao Bing took off the half-meter-long 30-year-old bayonet on the ground. There were blood grooves on both sides of the knife. He held the knife upside down with both hands and squatted suddenly.

Li Shutong stretched out his hand: "Don't..."

Puff...

Li Shutong widened his eyes and watched the cruel students kill people.

It was too cruel.

This is not killing chickens and pigs.

He didn't know that Zhao Chuanxin had let Yao Bing kill people under his supervision a long time ago.

In this era, one must accept the fact that he is in a chaotic world early, and Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice must have such blood.

After repairing the knife, Yao Bing carefully pinched the Japanese soldier's clothes to wrap the bayonet, skillfully pulled it out, wiped the blood stains, took out a box of oil from a pocket to wipe the blade to prevent rust, and then put the bayonet into his pocket.

Li Shutong widened his eyes: "Yao Bing, your small pocket, how can you fit such a long bayonet? Where is the bayonet? Is it a magic trick?"

Yao Bing and his senior brother looked at each other, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Teacher, yes, this is a magic trick."

Liu Ai smiled but said nothing.

He had known for a long time that the young master had a magic weapon given by the shopkeeper, which seemed to have the ability to contain the Sumeru in a mustard seed. Only the direct disciples were qualified to have it, and others could only envy it. It seems that Yao Bing also had it.

No wonder he dared to go out and venture into the world at a young age.

Going further ahead, there was a bombed blockhouse. Li Shutong saw the machine gunner buried in the ruins, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his neck half broken and hanging down.

This scene seemed like hell.

But the trench in front was purgatory.

The gasoline bombs burned the fat of some people.

"Ugh..." Li Shutong could no longer hold back and bent over to vomit.

Liu Ai took out a wine bag from his arms and handed it to Li Shutong: "Don't drink from your mouth."

Li Shutong took a sip.

Yao Bing asked excitedly: "Teacher, how is it, do you feel like writing a poem or composing a piece of music?"

Li Shutong: "..."

He almost tripped over the half-pulled corpse, and when he looked down, he saw the regiment commander who was split in half by Zhao Chuanxin.

"Ugh..."

Liu Ai drew out the Guanshan knife, made a knife flower, and beheaded a dying Japanese soldier who was propped up on the ground by a rifle and a bayonet.

Li Shutong felt his face was sticky, and it was all bloody.

He sat down on the ground, but felt hot and wet under his buttocks. He looked down and felt his scalp tingling.

Those are human organs.

Zhao Chuanxin had taken off his armor, took a few steps to run, stepped on the broken wall and landed with his hands behind his back: "Great talent, have you returned to the world?"

Li Shutong remained silent.

Ge Yunpeng asked the accompanying military doctor to treat the wounded and search the battlefield. He followed Zhao Chuanxin's order to gather the team back to pull the artillery and prepare to attack Luojin to sweep the remaining forces of the devils.

As long as Luojin was captured, the southeastern area of ​​Yanbian would become the pocket of the Backwater Army, bordering the Russian coastal area in the north and overlooking Vladivostok.

Amid the iron, blood, and broken limbs, Zhao Chuanxin took out the bread without changing his expression, sandwiched sausage, eggs, lettuce leaves, and ate it with Mexican hot sauce and French mustard.

On the other side, Li Shutong was vomiting.

At this moment, even the two apprentices had no appetite.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Yao Bing: "You witnessed the whole battle. Think about it, if I wasn't there, what would the outcome be?"

Everyone was attracted by his words.

Benjamin Goldberg wanted to speak, but was glared back by Zhao Chuanxin.

Yao Bing thought for half a minute: "Master, if you weren't there, the dense bombardment of Brigadier General Ge and his men could also disintegrate the Japanese defense line."

"What else?"

"The Japanese are not afraid of death. They still have well-preserved bunkers and a complete trench. I'm afraid Brigadier General Ge will lose hundreds of people to capture the fortress."

Hundreds of people are just flattering Ge Yunpeng.

Zhao Chuanxin ate and drank water at the same time: "Master, I have seen the German defense structure. Their trenches are clean and tidy. If it were them, it would be more difficult to deal with them."

In addition to personally facing William II's army, Zhao Chuanxin also saw the German positions during World War I in photos.

To be honest, the trenches were neater than the wooden doors of many families in Sakhalin.

If they put up a roof, there will be plenty of exiles in North Sakhalin who will be happy to live there.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Yao Bing: "In the future, when communications are perfect and developed, the generals who command the army group operations need to understand all aspects, have a strong body and a strong will, otherwise you will be dragged down by not sleeping for several days and nights."

This is not an exaggeration.

Generals who are capable of commanding large armies are rare.

Zhao Chuanxin does not think he has that ability.

Liu Ai looked at Benjamin Goldberg and then at Yao Bing, and said: "Is the shopkeeper going to divide the civil and military?"

Zhao Chuanxin finished eating, wiped his hands, and stood up and said: "Tell Ge Yunpeng later that I'm going to Incheon."

He rode on the third generation of Youlong, went down to the sea from Chongjin Port and galloped south.

On the way, he encountered a warship coming to help from Japan.

“Love is around the corner.”

Zhao Chuanxin immediately fired two cruise missiles.

Boom, boom.

When the fire and gunpowder smoke started, Zhao Chuanxin collected his vehicle and dived, using his light blade to cut several holes in the bottom of the battleship.

The crew was horrified but helpless, watching the battleship sink.

As soon as they boarded the lifeboat, a cruise missile flew.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin just did it by the way. He galloped around the peninsula and arrived at Incheon Port in an hour and a half.

…

Tachibana Koichiro frowned.

He was terrible.

Two regiments of the 19th Division have been destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin, and one regiment was severely beaten by the Lugang Town Insurance Team in the west.

At this time, there was no need for Hasegawa to put pressure on the military headquarters. The military headquarters itself began to consider sending more troops to South Korea.

However, on the one hand, Tachibana Koichiro needs to be responsible for the defeat, on the other hand, he is also worried about Zhao Chuanxin's extravagance.

If Zhao Chuanxin is determined to fight and gathers insurance teams and back-up troops, Zhao Chuanxin himself can be as strong as a division, and the entire Ronan area will be in danger.

The sea attack was ineffective against Zhao Chuanxin, and it was a total loss of life.

The only way to fight is to bypass the peninsula and send more troops to Incheon and Brigade-Shun, but we must also be prepared for Zhao Chuanxin to intercept at sea.

It was originally thought that the Yanbian area was their main export route to China, but at this time, that area had become a thick protective cover for the Backwater Army and Lugang Town.

Two words - uncomfortable.

But Tachibana Koichiro has accepted this fact.

The staff officer lowered his head and said: "The problem now is how to maintain our rule over South Korea before the Ministry of Interior and the Military Ministry formulate countermeasures."

Tachibana Koichiro pursed his lips: "I don't think Zhao Chuanxin would dare to use all his strength. After all, Tsarist Russia is still watching. Even if he is really a god, he will not be able to fight on two fronts for a long time. Now that Siberia has completely thawed, the muddy roads have also changed. Good to go. If the Tsar really wants revenge, the Lubin Mansion alone may not be able to stop them."

The staff officer nodded: "That's right."

At this time, there was a sound of falling to the ground outside the door, and Zhao Chuanxin's voice came in: "You are right."

"who?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

Tachibana Koichiro's expression changed drastically: "Someone is coming, someone is coming..."

The staff officer took out his pistol and pointed it nervously at the door.

Two red lights flashed, and the staff officer fell to the ground with his gun in hand. At the same time, his vocal cords were cut and he couldn't speak. He couldn't die or cry out. Koichiro Tachibana felt uncomfortable just watching.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed open the door and entered the headquarters.

Tachibana Koichiro pulled out the samurai sword hanging on the wall: "Zhao Chuanxin, if you dare to kill me, we will start an all-out war with you."

Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigar and said with a smile: "You just said the opposite. Killing you will end the war."

"Our reinforcements are coming soon!"

"Oh, your troop transport has been scuttled by me, and your reinforcements have already been fed to the bastard."

Tachibana Koichiro was undoubtedly scared.

But at nearly fifty years old, he had climbed step by step to the position of commander of the Military Police in South Korea, and there was no room for him to back down.

He held up his samurai sword to negotiate: "Zhao Chuanxin, if you withdraw your troops at this time, I can guarantee that you will convince the military to let bygones be bygones..."

"Look at what I can do to you. Let's forget the damn thing?" Zhao Chuanxin said happily: "I came here to take your life tonight. If I say a few more words, I will just make you afraid for a while longer."

He pulled out Izumi Mamoru Kansada, unsheathed his sword, and the light of the lamp flowed on the blade: "Come on, come on, don't let anyone say that Zhao is not victorious, I will give you a chance to strike first."

Tachibana Koichiro could see that it would be difficult to be kind today.

He gritted his teeth and raised his knife and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged and struck back with his hands.

laugh……

Tachibana Koichiro had a blood line on his neck.

The staff officer was horrified to see Zhao Chuanxin suddenly kicked him out. Tachibana Koichiro's body flew backwards, but his head stayed in place due to inertia. Zhao Chuanxin reached out and just caught the hair on the fallen head.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over and burned the staff member's broken wrist to stop the bleeding, and dropped a letter: "I know that you have controlled the Korean court, so I want you, Japan and South Korea, to sign an agreement. All the lands mentioned in the letter belong to me. All. There is no need for southern Sakhalin, that belongs to us China!”

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin carried his head and floated away.

…

Aries was buried, and Tachibana Koichiro's head was sacrificed.

At the funeral, Zhao Chuanxin was dressed in black.

Aries was buried on Liu Yonghe's tomb land, along with the soldiers who died in the battle.

All the people who had taken the mourning note came, so there was a big battle.

Some of the people who came brought silver ingots made of tin foil, or a few long strings of ingots, and burned them together with paper money and so on.

Various elegiac couplets made of white bamboo cloth flutter in the wind.

Aries has no relatives, but most of the other buried soldiers have family members.

Zhao Chuanxin followed the trend and gave gifts to each family. Regardless of their position, each family was given ten yuan.

Don't think it's too much. Rich people in the south often give gifts of less than this amount.

He gave it last and left immediately after giving it. He didn't want to hear the relatives' thanks or anything.

But there were many reporters outside waiting for a long time.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing black pants, black leather shoes, a black shirt and black sunglasses, he looked solemn and frightening, and no one dared to make a mistake.

Before coming, my friends who were traveling with me had told Zhao Chuanxin that he didn’t like taking photos.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Talking as we walk, don't show your eyes in the cemetery."

The reporter asked: "Mr. Zhao, did you really kill Tachibana Koichiro, the commander-in-chief of Japan in South Korea?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him: "I suggest you buy a telescope. The head is on the plate at the tomb."

The reporter was divided between curiosity and difficulty: "Mr. Zhao, aren't you worried that Japan will launch a large-scale counterattack?"

"The Qing court has been worried for many years. Do you think what a coward has become?"

"..."

Another reporter asked: "Mr. Zhao, will Japan agree to cede land?"

"I heard that Minji was bombed." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "I'm sorry to hear this news."

"What are you sorry about? Are you sorry that he was bombed?"

"It's a pity he wasn't killed."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and asked, "If you publish an article, will the Japanese see it?"

"meeting."

"I ask Japan and South Korea to jointly sign an agreement. Of course, it is mainly led by Japan. If he does not agree, maybe Zhao will seek justice for South Korea, haha. If Japan increases its troops, it can only send troops to Incheon and Lushun. , I will intercept their warships at sea."

"Mr. Zhao, do you want the Japanese to know this news?"

"Yes, just let them know."

"Aren't you worried that Tsarist Russia in the north will take the opportunity to cause chaos?"

"Nicholas II had better not act rashly. He built a bomber to assassinate me, and I haven't settled the accounts with him yet. If he dares to act, I will behead him."

"What is a beheading operation?"

"Go to Moscow and chop off his head. Don't say you didn't predict what you said!"

The reporters gasped.

Zhao Chuanxin really dares to say anything!

But didn't Tachibana Koichiro say that if he was beheaded, he would be beheaded?

There is often a saying in scripts that "taking the head of an admiral among thousands of troops is like picking out a treasure from a bag." In reality, Zhao Chuanxin did it completely, and it was impossible to prevent it.

Suddenly a reporter from Shenbao asked: "Mr. Zhao, I wonder if you have heard that there are recent poems and poems by people from Laiyang, Shandong, who killed their wives and vowed to lead a rebellion, demanding that the local county magistrate abolish exorbitant taxes..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stopped, took off his sunglasses and asked, "You said he killed his wife and daughter? His own wife and daughter?"

"Uh..." The "Declaration" reporter nodded: "Exactly, he used this to show his determination..."

"He had to kill his wife and daughter to make up his mind?"

"this……"

Everyone clearly felt that Zhao Chuanxin was in a wrong mood.

"Shen Shen" reporters have not dealt with Zhao Chuanxin once or twice.

Although he was a little scared, he still asked boldly: "Mr. Zhao, what do you think about this?"

Another reporter had admiration on his face: "The excessive taxes and miscellaneous taxes are as fierce as a tiger, and the local people can no longer survive. This poem kills the wife and daughter to make an oath, and leads the people to petition. It is very tragic."

"Next door to Mala, I think you have a bubble on your head!" Zhao Chuanxin threw half of the cigarette on the ground and stamped it out: "Spread the word, I will give him a reward of 10,000 yuan for whoever kills this Qu Shiwen. Bleach the fuck out. , Rebellion is rebellion, why should the wife and daughter deserve death for those who depend on the lives of their families for their courage?”

Everyone was in an uproar.

Not to mention at this time, even later generations have a positive attitude towards this song and poetry.

The reporters present felt that this poem was very tragic.

But Zhao Chuanxin's reaction was different from ordinary people.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished scolding, he couldn't help but feel angry: "The guy next door to Spicy, I..."

If he hadn't been unwilling to go to Shandong, he would have killed this guy himself.

What a bunch of stuff!

He turned back angrily, looked at the two disciples, and said fiercely: "Remember, our master, from now on, whenever we encounter such cowards and scum, I will chop him directly!"

"Yes!" the two apprentices said loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the reporter again: "In that poem, he vowed to kill his wife and daughter. Does he have a son?"

"This...does have a few sons."

"Still alive?"

"That's...yes."

"Damn it, why didn't he kill his son to make an oath? Love, wife and daughter are not important, are they? Publish my words in the newspaper, instead of killing Qu Shiwen, kill a few of his sons. One son will be rewarded with ten thousand oceans, kill a few The reward is tens of thousands. Doesn’t he like to swear an oath for him? You are welcome to seek revenge from me, Zhao Chuanxin!”

The reporters present were buzzing, hesitating whether to report the matter.