The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After dinner, Liu Huaqiang made a phone call to the sky.

Liu Huaqiang said: "Principal, Smith, a diplomat from the British Consulate, brought 30,000 yuan, saying that 20,000 yuan was compensated by Hanguan Road. He specifically emphasized that the original money had been allocated to the smashed shops. Now these two Ten thousand yuan is paid by the consulate out of its own pocket, and the other ten thousand yuan is for pension and compensation. You see..."

"Collect the money and tell him that he still owes us 1.99 million yuan, and the deadline is two days."

"..." Liu Huaqiang said: "Principal, Commander Li has arrived in Hankou."

Captain Li is Dagang Tao, the head of the adjudication panel.

Zhao Chuanxin told Liu Huaqiang: "Let Captain Li recruit people to conduct patrol training. The number of people will be equivalent to the current patrol room in the British Concession."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Peace Academy deep in the Badain Jaran Desert.

At this time, the Heping Academy was already quite large. Zhao Chuanxin went to the fused quartz glass sun shed, which was lush and green with countless medicinal herbs.

Ginseng, which is highly valued and sought after by dignitaries and nobles, can be found everywhere here.

When Zhao Chuanxin went to water the smelly liquid, he pulled out a ginseng root. The ginseng was as thick as a carrot, and the beard was roughly cut off by him.

If an expert saw it, they would definitely call it a waste of natural resources, and if it is in bad condition, it will be worth a lot of money.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care, he peeled it and put it in his mouth to chew like a radish.

It tastes bitter and may cause retching for ordinary people chewing this.

Zhao Chuanxin ate all the ginseng, threw the leaves aside, and continued to pour the smelly liquid.

Damn stuff, worthless here.

He had neither a nosebleed nor a fever.

It's not that ginseng has no medicinal effect, it's just that his body is too strong and there will never be a lack of supplementation.

…

Stanley Wyatt Smith went back to report to Fales.

Fales gritted his teeth: "Apart from this, do they have any other actions?"

Stanley Wyatt Smith thought for a while and said: "There is news from the dock that Li Zhitao, the head of the Hong Kong Island Adjudication Team, has brought people to Hankou."

Fales' heart tightened: "It's not Zhao's purpose to ask for money. He wants to occupy the French Concession just like he occupied our British Concession."

Stanley Wyatt Smith wasn't surprised at all.

If we had known today, why bother in the beginning?

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhao Chuanxin returned to Hankou.

Liu Huaqiang said to him: "Principal, Fareis did not send the money. But they released the rickshaw workers. The lathe workers Wang Laosi and others are waiting for the principal to come back outside the door and want to thank you in person. Captain Li is busy , haven’t come back yet.”

Zhao Chuanxin went to see Wang Laosi and other sixteen rickshaw workers. They were detained for picking quarrels and provoking trouble.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Wang Laosi and other sixteen people all knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Mr. Zhao, for saving your life."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the chair and sat down, took out a cigarette and lit it: "Everyone, get up. They didn't sentence you to death. What kind of life-saving grace is this?"

Everyone got up from the ground, and Wang Laosi said with tears: "They tortured us in the prison, and we have to skin them even if we don't die."

Zhao Chuanxin took a closer look and found that everyone was injured.

He asked: "Did you really see the Indian patrol kicking Wu Yigou to death?"

Wang Laosi and others all agreed at first that they had witnessed it with their own eyes.

Even if he was thrown into prison, he would still be bitten to death.

But facing Zhao Chuanxin, Wang Laosi and the others hesitated and did not dare to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I know it even if you don't tell me. If you have nothing to do, you can go back. I will go to the British Concession later."

Wang Laosi gritted his teeth after hearing this: "We dare not delay Mr. Zhao's important matter. We didn't see the policeman kicking Wu Yigou to death. But the British army shot and killed civilian lathes during the parade. There was an injured lathe named Bai Qile, and he was sent to Killed by British soldiers on the way to the hospital. They went too far.”

"I know, let's go back." Zhao Chuanxin's face was expressionless.

Zhao Chuanxian has many uniforms.

There are Gray Ax Army uniforms, Insurance Corps uniforms, Chili Corps uniforms, and Adjudication Corps uniforms.

Today he put on the uniform of the adjudication team, a tactical hat and tactical gloves, and asked Liu Huaqiang to greet Li Zhitao.

Li Zhitao led the ten members of the adjudication team, followed by more than twenty newly recruited patrolmen in the past two days, and the group went to the British Concession in a mighty manner.

On the way, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the Hankou Pier, where a British warship, the Shessel, was docked.

Li Zhitao explained: "I have inquired, and all the British naval forces on this battleship have landed and gathered in the British Concession."

Arriving at the entrance of the British Concession, Li Zhitao stepped forward to negotiate: "We are looking for the British Consul General in Hankou, Fales."

The soldier at the gate of the concession was tense and his face was stiff: "Consul Fales is not here."

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said to the nervous British soldier: "Delaying time is useless. I gave Fareis two days, and the two days are up."

The soldier's body began to tremble: "The consul told me that he has something to go out today, and I hope that you will withdraw temporarily and avoid conflicts. You can come back tomorrow."

Zhao Chuanxin made a gesture to Li Zhitao.

Li Zhitao suddenly retreated with his men.

The British soldiers blocking the entrance to the British Concession didn't know why - they were leaving now?

But Stanley Wyatt Smith, who was hiding not far away and peeking, changed his expression drastically.

He hurriedly ran over, shouting as he ran: "Master Zhao Chuanxin, don't do anything, we can discuss it easily."

Only then did the British soldiers guarding the area realize, and their bodies were shaking even more.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his pocket watch and looked at it. He said to the panting Stanley Wyatt Smith: "It's five twenty now. I'll give you another forty minutes. After forty minutes, if I don't see a One hundred and ninety-nine thousand yuan was spent on the British Concession."

He didn't leave either, just stood there and waited.

Stanley Wyatt Smith turned and ran.

A Marine soldier guarding the commanding heights said to his companions: "I'm good at shooting, and I'm sure I can hit him here."

"What if we call in a few more good marksmen and shoot at the same time from a distance?"

Several people looked at the officer. The officer looked at Zhao Chuanxin standing at the gate of the British Concession with a binoculars, and was quite moved for a moment.

Through the fence, Zhao Chuanxin saw many British people gathering spontaneously in the British Concession.

They held rifles and carefully looked for a suitable location to use as a bunker. Their intention was obvious - if bloodshed was inevitable, they would work together in the same boat.

Just like how they dealt with the people protesting in Hankou, they showed great unity.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and clapped his fingers, making a rattling sound.

At five forty, a carriage drove up.

Stanley Wyatt Smith jumped off the carriage and hurried over to Zhao Chuanxin and said: "Sir Zhao Chuanxin, there is 50,000 yuan in the carriage. Please accept it. This money is enough to give to the dead and injured people. Make a pension.”

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, there is still 1.94 million yuan left."

Stanley Wyatt Smith: "..."

What if the oil and salt don’t come in?

He said sincerely: "Sir Zhao Chuanxin, our British Concession is not to blame for this matter. Our patrol house was besieged, and it was just to protect ourselves..."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and asked him with a smile: "At the beginning, did you ask the person involved to stand up and explain?"

"This? No, it's not necessary, right?"

In fact, it is because the British are arrogant.

Why should I explain it to you?

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "After the incident, it became a big fuss and people demonstrated. Did you come out to explain?"

"This? We are only thinking about protecting ourselves."

Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "After the killing, did you issue a notice explaining that you were protecting yourself? Did you provide pensions to the families of the dead and injured?"

"No."

"Later, that good-for-nothing Ruicheng asked you for compensation, why didn't you come forward?"

"Like I said, we are protecting ourselves, Mr. Zhao Chuanxin, the fault is not ours."

"Have you asked Ruicheng for compensation for your losses?"

"This...is necessary."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "You have made a clear choice at every intersection in this incident. You are proud that the sun never sets, and you refuse to bow your head. In this case, I am here, and you still have What’s there to complain about?”

Stanley Wyatt Smith said hurriedly: "You can't say that..."

"There are still fifteen minutes." Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him.

Stanley Wyatt Smith turned and ran.

One minute to six o'clock, Fareis finally showed up.

He galloped over on a tall horse: "Mr. Zhao, what exactly do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin watched the second hand of his pocket watch pass the peak and asked Fareis: "Did you bring the money?"

Fales opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand without any warning.

Chug tug tug…

A row of British soldiers at the door began to spurt blood.

Fales turned his horse's head and ran away.

Several Marines who had previously planned to snipe Zhao Chuanxin opened fire at the same time.

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared on the spot.

These people were shocked. Before they could recover, Zhao Chuanxin was already approaching.

Chug tug tug…

The God of War M1907 submachine gun fired a barrage of bullets, bloodbathing the commanding heights.

A British volunteer hiding behind the door quickly stretched his head with a rifle.

He saw a black dot running towards him.

It was a round iron lump, and it looked pretty good-looking, but the apple-shaped iron lump was smoking.

boom……

The Xingyue M1908 grenade exploded.

The fragments dispersed instantly, like a dense cloud.

The man's body was bloody and he fell motionless in a pool of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on the roof, took out his bow, and shot explosive arrows towards both sides of the street.

Boom boom boom...

He took the lead in selecting these volunteers.

In a moment, more than a dozen volunteers were completely dead. Zhao Chuanxin galloped on the roof and threw grenades at the densely populated area of ​​soldiers below.

It's a pity that the smooth road was filled with potholes.

Tata Tata...

Machine gunfire rang out.

Debris from the walls and tiles was scattered everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin took his time and hid behind the roof of Fangshantou, putting the loitering missile launcher on his shoulder.

Whoosh...

boom!

The machine gun misfired.

The British soldiers below looked up and saw Zhao Chuanxin jumping back and forth between the houses on both sides of the street.

Not to mention using guns, even if they use cannons to focus the fire, they probably won't be able to touch the corners of Zhao Chuanxin's clothes.

"Farke! We have no chance of winning."

"Damn bureaucrats, they're all to blame."

"That's not what you said when you shot the civilians."

The words just fell.

Tata Tata...

One person's mouth was torn apart by a machine gun bullet, one had a hole in his shoulder blade, and another had his abdomen torn open by a bullet.

Zhao Chuanxin did not drop the XY10 bomb. After all, buildings are considered property.

But with low-cost and high-yield grenades, there is nothing to worry about.

When British civilians saw grenades exploding in their homes from time to time, they were so frightened that they jumped out of the window and fled towards Taiping Street.

There are also smart people who will not open the door no matter how hard the British soldiers knock.

It is inevitable that the fleeing people will be affected by the Xingyue M1908 Apple thunder wave. The enemy within its killing range of 21 meters will lose combat effectiveness, and the effective killing range is 33 meters, and a large area will be exploded.

There were broken pieces of glass everywhere.

Another machine gun was set up on the Han stage in the British Concession.

European countries did not equip machine guns on a large scale. Instead, Japan and Russia produced many heavy machine guns because of the existence of Zhao Chuanxin.

One battalion of the British army was equipped with only two potato diggers designed by Browning.

Ta ta ta...

Zhao Chuanxin cut the lock on the house, walked in, and used the stone wall as a cover.

The couple who owned the house screamed when they saw him.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated to the back window of the living room and looked out, saying in a calm tone: "Shut up, or you'll die."

The woman continued to scream, her little tongue trembling wildly.

Zhao Chuanxin did not turn his head, but raised his hand and fired.

Bang.

The woman fell to the ground with a bloody hole in her forehead.

When the man saw her, he knelt down next to his wife and burst into tears. His body language was particularly rich.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed out of the window, jumped onto the roof again, bent his bow and arrow, and shot out an explosive arrow.

boom.

Potato digger misfires.

Among his equipment, ordinary ammunition is the cheapest, followed by explosive arrows, then apple grenades, and loitering bombs are the most expensive.

As for the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, it needs to be used in a specific environment to exert its maximum power.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't know how to use it easily.

He walked leisurely on the roof, shooting arrows as he walked.

Zhao Chuanxin's current weapons and ammunition are all manufactured by human hands. They are all made by black puppet craftsmen controlled by Xingyue.

Performance is impeccable and glitches are rare.

The ammunition is even better.

From Han Stage to Yiyuan, Zhao Chuanxin fought his way through the entire street, with broken limbs, bullet casings and blood everywhere.

Fireworks during festivals may not be as thick as the smoke at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his work clothes, rolled up the cuffs of his heavy-weight T-shirt, swept away the ridge tiles, added Maxim, installed the ammunition supply plate and loaded it, then aimed downwards and fired.

Tata Tata...

At this time in Hankou, it is a good season for birds to sing and flowers to smell.

The streets of the British Concession were ablaze.

Many British people witnessed soldiers being torn apart by heavy machine gun bullets.

A British soldier was shot in the waist. Some British people saw through the gap in the curtain that the soldier's body was quickly broken into two pieces.

This cruel scene may be unforgettable for many people in their lifetime.

When Li Hongzhang saw Maxim cutting a big tree in half, he was so shocked that he lost his dentures.

It was even more shocking to see the big tree replaced by human flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin only emptied one bullet supply plate, and there was no one alive on the street.

He emptied the water tank and put away the gun.

He jumped off the roof and walked down the street.

An implicated British civilian was seriously injured but was not dead. He raised his blood-stained hand and tried to grab Zhao Chuanxin's trouser leg: "Sir, help me..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his feet and pumped his tactical boots fiercely.

Bang.

He kicked his cervical vertebrae and said, "Damn, that shit is so dirty in my brand new overalls."

"ah……"

A woman's scream came from the house nearby. Zhao Chuanxin pointed at her, and the woman immediately covered her mouth.

A brave British businessman heard the gunshots stopped and walked out of the house to see the blood everywhere.

He pursed his lips, raised his hands to hold his head, and collapsed: "Look at you, what have you done? You butcher, executioner..."

Bang.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot: "Get some rest."

The man will never have the chance to speak again in his life.

Zhao Chuanxin put his work clothes on his shoulders with one hand and put his other hand in his pocket. He walked out whistling to the melodious tune of the Hanging Divine Comedy.

The big commotion in the British Concession attracted the people of Hankou and foreigners from the concessions of the great powers to watch outside.

Even if the perpetrator was Zhao Chuanxin, to be honest, they were still shocked.

After all, the sun never sets, it is a long-established European empire and was once the world's hegemon.

But Zhao Chuanxin was not used to it at all.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin come out, the onlookers outside had two completely different reactions.

The people of the country rushed forward.

The foreigners stepped back.

What Zhao Chuanxin did undoubtedly gave a bad breath to the people of Hankou.

In addition to the common people, Qi Yaoshan of Hanguan Road and his soldiers were nearby.

Qi Yaoshan's body was trembling and she came fifteen steps away from Zhao Chuanxin: "Master Zhao, you have caused a huge disaster..."

Zhao Chuanxin took a step. Just one step was worth fifteen steps of others.

He came to Qi Yaoshan and slapped her with a big-eared melon seed: "What a fucking waste, you still have the nerve to speak?"