The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In the final analysis of this case, the Qing court was too weak, Huguang Governor Ruicheng was too weak, and Qi Yaoshan and others were too weak.

From the House of Hairpins to the Lower Riba People, everyone in Hankou tried their best to create a tragic atmosphere for themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin was tongue-tied: "Get out."

When the people saw it, Qi Yaoshan turned around and ran away in fright. The scene was slightly funny, causing a burst of low laughter.

"Mr. Zhao, please say a few words to redress the grievances of the people."

The people clamored.

Zhao Chuanxin dismantled the fence of the British Concession and formed a nest in a circle so that it could stand on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up and stepped on the top of the fence as steady as a rock.

He took off his hat, pulled up his hair and said: "Wu Yigou has been buried. I don't want to dig him out for autopsy. From the information I got, Wu Yigou died of a heart attack on his own, not because he was kicked to death." of.

But after the incident, you immediately thought that Wu Yigou was bullied and died by foreigners.

You are just indignant, just scolding, just helpless, just tragic.

You moved yourself, but you never thought about the logic behind it. "

Zhao Chuanxin's words caused an uproar among the crowd.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't bloodbathed the British Concession first, I'm afraid some people wouldn't be able to help but curse.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the sky, stopped the noise, and continued: "The reason why you have such a disgraceful reaction is because you are accustomed to putting yourself in the position of the master of suffering.

Have you ever thought about it?

The victim can be a foreigner.

The Boxers made foreigners fear our common people, the common people feared the government, and the government feared foreigners.

The Boxer Rebellion led to the Gengzi Incident.

From then on, Cixi was completely frightened.

Today, ten years later, the people are also scared. "

These words silenced the people present again.

In the past, foreigners were indeed afraid of angry people.

Today, ten years later, although they are on guard, their fear has gradually disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin spoke in a high-pitched voice: "You continue to do this, the reputation of the ancient Heavenly Kingdom will be completely ruined in less than ten years.

When the time comes, when you stand in front of foreigners, you will feel that you are inferior to your core.

For a period of time, we learned from the foreigners and learned skills to control them.

After a while, we will completely worship foreign things.

What you sow now will bear fruit a hundred years from now.

I build cars, guns, and own shares in coal and iron factories in many places, so that we people can have our own pride deep in our hearts and prevent the ground from being filled with foreign goods.

I make movies so that we, the common people, can see our own stories, not the stories of foreigners, so that foreigners can instill ideas in you.

Many people advised me to rebel.

At this moment, I don't need to be secretive anymore.

Because I see your numb faces and humble bodies, I know that it is useless to succeed in rebellion.

If I don't rebel, the Qing government will still be unable to survive.

You always feel that the country is weak because of the despicable meat-eaters.

But look at yourselves, take a good look at yourselves. Are you worthy of living in a huge country like you are now?

If you were placed in any dynasty of the Qin, Han, and Tang dynasties, you would all be cowards among cowards. Don’t you deserve to know?

When Wu Yigou fell ill and died, you immediately began to be tragic, saying that he died of abuse by foreigners.

Where is Wu Ergou?

Where is Wu Sangou?

Only when you don't believe in your bones that you deserve to be bullied by foreigners will you deserve to live in a powerful country.

When you hear someone say that a certain foreign product is good, you don’t sacrifice your ancestors—that’s it? Our ancestors would have done it long ago.

Instead, come up with something tangible that is irrefutable.

I, Zhao Chuanxin, would rather see the troubled times of unyielding people than the peace of humble and cowardly people.

Don't step into the quiet night, your old age should also burn in the dusk.

Resist, resist in this passing time.

Wise men on their deathbed know that night is coming and their wise words will no longer illuminate the road.

Don't go into the stillness of the night.

Good people, when the last wave roars past, cry as much as you like.

Small actions can also bring out the glory in youth.

Resist, resist in this passing time.

The warriors who chased the sun and sang loudly woke up, but it was too late. They were immersed in grief and could not extricate themselves.

Don't step into the quiet night. The dying person has a confused look in his eyes, but the blind person can shine like a shooting star.

Resist, resist in this passing time.

Resist, resist in this passing time..."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the fence and waved to Li Zhitao who was not far away: "Go and drive away all the foreigners in the British Concession. From now on, the British Concession in Hankou belongs to Juanwang Technical College."

There were reporters on site.

Newspapers reported on Zhao Chuanxin's bloodbath in the British Concession, and reported on Zhao Chuanxin's postwar speeches and his poetry.

Hu Shi said in the "National Vernacular Daily": Zhao Chuanxin's work is China's first modern poem. I was shocked after reading it. I read "Qinyuanchun" he wrote in Hankou, and I was astonished for a while. Unexpectedly, he could still write modern poetry, which is still extraordinary...

"Hankou Chinese and Western News" said: This newspaper has heard that Zhao Chuanxin's bloodbath in the British concession, the British leader's escape, the British leader's urgent dispatch of the Xueseer warship to dock at the dock, and Zhao Chuanxin's capture, and the adjudication team captured forty-three British soldiers. British diplomat Stanley said that Zhao Chuanxin was unyielding in his hardline doctrine. The Wang Institute of Technology issued notices time and time again that all the private houses and shops in the British Concession would be owned by the institute in order to repay the RMB 1.96 million owed by the British Concession. Payment...

Journalist Zhan Dabei said in the "Dajiang Vernacular Newspaper": I was present when Zhao Chuanxin gave his speech, and in one sentence he made clear the corruption and incompetence of the authorities and the cowardice and inferiority of the people. And Zhao Chuanxin will never compromise...

The British hurriedly sent a note to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Qing court to question the British Concession in Hankou.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs told the British Foreign Office: Zhao Chuanxin dared to openly discuss rebellion. What can I do?

For a time, the United States, Britain, Germany, France, Italy, Austria-Hungary, Japan, and Tsarist Russia were furious, and they simultaneously condemned Zhao Chuanxin for indiscriminate killing of innocent people and banditry.

Reporters from various countries stationed in China flocked to Hankou to interview British people who had been kicked out of the rental industry, and went to Juanwang Technical College to interview Zhao Chuanxin.

Liu Huaqiang told them: "Our principal is gone."

The British Concession is now under the jurisdiction of Juanwang Technical College. Li Zhitao recruited manpower and trained a patrol bureau composed entirely of Chinese.

Liu Huaqiang, the student union president of a mere school, is now in charge of the military and political power of Hankou's "College Concession".

Liu Huaqiang often wakes up laughing from his dreams at night recently.

The reporter followed him to Ao Island.

In the outer harbor of Ao Island, the reporter finally found Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was leading a group of students from Juanwang Technical College to dismantle the Xussel warship.

Zhao Chuanxin's daughter, Zhao Songzhen, was born. He commuted back and forth between Macao Island and Hong Kong Island, basically relying on teleportation.

The power of faith has exploded and cannot be used up at all.

When Wu Yangyang, a reporter from various countries, arrived, Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a black short T-shirt and sleeves, covered in oil stains, and was discussing steam turbines with students.

"Principal, I asked about it. The propellers of merchant ships rotate slowly, and the propellers of warships rotate two to three times slower than merchant ships. If you want to build a gear reducer, precision is the key. Forging is difficult, and the precision of the welded rotor is another problem. It is a very big problem for us. challenge.”

Zhao Chuanxin took a look at a design drawing full of oil stains: "The British devils have something, and they are worthy of being the maritime overlords. I will build these for the time being. You can discuss the feasibility of this drawing. If there are no mistakes, I will start. ”

At this time, Li Zining, holding a parasol and wearing sunglasses, hurried over: "Master, the reporter is here."

"Bring it here."

The American reporter extended his hand to Zhao Chuanxin, ready to shake hands.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hand and rubbed it: "Hello, hello."

The American reporter felt his palms were sticky. When he picked them up, he saw that they were full of engine oil.

I'm afraid I won't be able to wash it off for a while.

He took out a pen and paper, and the notebook was stained black.

The other reporters saw this and quickly retracted their hands.

However, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and took their hands one by one. After holding more than twenty people in a row, the oil stain on his hands was much less.

Everyone's faces don't look very good.

There are reporters with cameras.

Click.

I took a picture of Zhao Chuanxin.

This time Zhao Chuanxian rarely stopped him.

He hadn't washed his face and his beard was messy.

Secondly, he didn't wash his hair and was wearing a sun hat, covering half of his face.

Thirdly, his face is also covered in oil and stains, and I'm afraid it will look dark even in photos.

The British reporter pointed with indignation at the dismantled battleship Shersel: "Mr. Zhao, is this our British battleship?"

"It used to be." Zhao Chuanxin corrected: "Fareisi used it to pay off his debt, and now it belongs to our Xuantian Sect."

The British reporter started to make things difficult: "Mr. Zhao, how do you feel about your banditry?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigar and lit it: "Haha, aren't you British guys all bandits five generations up from now? You are in the first grade and I am in the fifteenth grade. This is what I feel."

The other reporters didn't mind watching the excitement and hurriedly recorded it.

The British reporter was speechless for three seconds and asked: "You indiscriminately killed British residents in the British Concession. What do you mean?"

"Didn't your British Marines also indiscriminately kill our Hankou people? What do you say?"

"..." the British reporter argued: "We are protecting ourselves."

"I am also protecting myself. Among the people who killed our people, there were volunteers composed of you British civilians. If I don't kill them, can you be responsible if they kill our people again?"

The British reporter was furious: "You are using strong words to make sense!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly became excited and danced: "Huh? Listen, everyone, this is the logic of British bandits. They can kill our people, but we cannot kill them."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the American reporter and said, "One look at your thick eyebrows and big eyes, and I know that you are a gentleman with general knowledge. Tell me, do we people deserve to be shot by them?"

How dare an American reporter offend Zhao Chuanxin? He shook his head hastily: "No one deserves to die."

"Yes, I am the one who suffers." Zhao Chuanxin looked at the sky at 45 degrees and blew out smoke: "In the final analysis, it is you, the UK, who took advantage, and now you are blaming me? It makes no sense."

"you……"

The Tsarist Russian reporter said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, as far as I know, the British commander Fales handed over the Shessel to you not voluntarily. In essence, did you steal the warship?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said: "Nicholas II built the Dongqing Railway outside the customs without my consent. I think in essence, it was you who robbed us of our territory!"

The Tsarist Russian reporter frowned: "Those are two different things, and no one in the world had heard of your name at that time."

The implication is - who do you think I was telling you at that time?

"Go away, you are paralyzed." Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully: "You guys killed a lot of people when you took over our territory. When it comes to banditry, we are half-hearted at best."

The German reporter said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao used force unreasonably in our Berlin, and now he is using violent means to expel the British. Isn't Mr. Zhao afraid that the whole world will unite to start a war?"

"Look, I am just defending the safety of our citizens, but you want to join forces to deal with me? Isn't this robbery? Is there still the law of the king, is there still justice?"

The French reporter asked: "As far as I know, Britain is discussing and may send more warships and troop transport ships to the Far East. Isn't Mr. Zhao afraid?"

Zhao Chuanxin widened his eyes: "Fortunately you reminded me, I will go to chisel the British warships deployed in Hong Kong Island and Myanmar. Then I will go to Britain and sink their warships one by one in their military ports, so that they will not come here. Thank you for reminding me, how can I thank you? Give you a natural treasure - ginseng."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a long wooden box with a "卍" pattern carved on it and handed it to the French reporter.

The French reporter opened it in bewilderment and saw a whole ginseng inside, the size of a carrot, which had been dried but was still plump and white.

Someone who knew about it exclaimed: "Isn't this old ginseng probably thousands of years old?"

In fact, it was only a few months.

The French reporter knew that ginseng was precious, and his face changed: "That's not what I meant! I didn't remind you! What did I say? I didn't say anything..."

The reporters looked at him strangely.

The British reporter pointed at the French reporter: "Fuck... If he really did that, you are a sinner of our Great Britain. Come on, tell me, what's your name?"

The French reporter turned around and ran, holding the ginseng box tightly while running: "I didn't say anything..."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Even in this era of robbers, there are still good people."

"..."

The reporters couldn't continue the interview.

In the early 20th century, as long as they were abroad, everyone could be a spy.

They were anxious to go back and make a report - Zhao Chuanxin wanted to drill a warship.

In an era when airplanes could not sail across the ocean and it took a month or so for ships to connect China and the West, scuttling ships was really a huge threat.

Zhao Chuanxin hated being threatened by the whole world to attack him.

So he did what he said, racing against the telegraph, and took four hours to reach Yangon from the sea, and sank four British warships docked at the port.

At this time, it took several hours to transmit telegrams across the ocean.

When Zhao Chuanxin sank the warship, the reporters who interviewed him had just sent out the news.

Two days later, when Zhao Chuanxin was teasing Zhao Songzhen, the news spread to all countries.

The spines of European and American countries were chilled.

They relied on strong ships and powerful guns to open the doors of countries one by one for colonization.

Zhao Chuanxin now proved that he had enough ability to close the key to their door.

He could fight an army by himself, and destroy a fleet by himself. The most important thing is that his reaction speed is faster than the telegraph...

Could it be that countries would come to China from land through Tsarist Russia?

…

Zhao Chuanxin’s four children all have fair skin, none of them are dark-skinned.

Zhao Nianzhen often frowns and looks angry, but Zhao Songzhen is very quiet and rarely cries. She likes to smack her lips, as if she is savoring the taste of breast milk.

Gulizar suffered a lot when she gave birth to this child.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn’t given her the vitality spring water, the midwife would have worried that Gulizar would not have survived.

Gulizar is also the only woman among Zhao Chuanxin’s women who has not practiced the art of balance.

"Brother Xin, my chest hurts."

"Let me rub it for you, it hurts."

"Ah... don't touch it, it hurts." Gulizar hugged her chest defensively: "By the way, will the British retaliate?"

"The British have withdrawn their troops from the Pianma area." Zhao Chuanxin touched her head: "This time they did not consult the Qing court, but directly consulted Li Guangzong and gave up the British Concession in Hankou. The condition was that I could not go to Britain to sink their warships."

Zhao Chuanxin sank the British warships in Burma and cut some parts back for school students to study.

Let alone revenge, the British did not piss their pants, which was already considered brave.

Gulizar said stupidly: "Then you sink the warships of Germany, Japan, Tsarist Russia and the United States."

Most men at this time did not like to talk about family and national affairs with women.

Thinking that it was not the woman's concern.

Zhao Chuanxin did not think so.

Each of his women could hold up half the sky.

"You just touched your upper and lower lips and solved the century-old problem."

"What do you mean?"

"The current world situation is that big, rich, and powerful countries bully, oppress, dominate, interfere with, and subvert small, weak, and poor countries. Since modern times, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Britain, France, Germany, Tsarist Russia, Japan, and the United States have all had this intention."

Gulizar thought for a while: "We are big, but we are weak and poor?"

"That's right." Zhao Chuanxin patiently explained: "Big, strong, and rich countries, relying on military, economic, and political strength, attempt to transcend international law and the status quo of the world political structure, expand their own sphere of influence, manipulate international affairs, interfere in the internal affairs of other countries, and even armed invasion and occupation."

Gulizar thought: "You mean, we only have an advantage in military strength?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head after listening: "I'm afraid this is not an advantage. You don't know, if a world-scale war breaks out, my personal bravery may not be worth mentioning. As long as the military, economic, and political standards are not up to standard, we will never get rid of their ambitions. If we force it, the powers will ally against me."

The total number of deaths in World War I was at least 16 million.

If the nations were determined to unite to deal with Zhao Chuanxin alone, the flesh and blood of 16 million people would drown him.

Will they form an alliance when they are pushed to the edge?

One Aoki Nobuzumi cannot take down Zhao Chuanxin, but with the strategies of thousands of Aoki Nobuzumi, will Zhao Chuanxin have a chance to survive?

Zhao Chuanxin recalled World War I and World War II and felt that it was very likely.

For the sake of interests, they can fight with their brains.

Now Zhao Chuanxin has seriously violated their interests.

"What should we do?"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Always deter, often seize, always make progress."

Talking with Gulizar, Zhao Chuanxin straightened out his own thinking.

...

During this period, Zhao Chuanxin was teleporting back and forth between Hong Kong Island, Lugang Town, and Lubin Prefecture, each holding a baby.

That day, he received a telegram sent by Zhao Lingjun himself: Dad, if you don't come to see me again, the consequences will be serious.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

Even five fingers have different lengths, and it is inevitable for parents to be partial.

Among these children, the one that Lao Zhao cherishes the most is his eldest daughter Zhao Lingjun.

When he was hesitating whether to spend a lot of faith power to teleport directly to The Hague, or to go to Quetzalan to cross the Atlantic Ocean to The Hague, something happened in Mexico.

On Friday, May 12, 1,400 rebels fought fiercely with 200 federal troops in La Libertad.

The battle lasted until Saturday afternoon, and the federal army retreated outnumbered.

The rebels occupied the unguarded city. They and the mob composed of local poor people burned, killed and looted in the city, and then marched non-stop to the mountains.

The territory of Quetzalan was originally relatively peaceful and tranquil.

When the Chili Patrol saw the rebels and the mob coming aggressively, the mature and steady Miguel Esteban went to negotiate and asked them to change their route to another place.

Miguel Esteban said: "This is Don John Constantine's territory, you'd better go around it from somewhere else."

"What Don John Constantine? I've never heard of him. Surrender immediately, or we'll kill you all!"

Miguel Esteban respected Zhao Chuanxin and immediately replied: "Be more respectful, Don John Constantine is not someone you can insult."

The two sides broke down in the talks, and the rebels opened fire without saying a word, and Miguel Esteban was shot in the thigh.

Zhao Chuanxin decided to take a detour from Quetzalan to see his daughter, and when he came, he happened to catch up with the fierce battle between the two sides.