The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin was missing, and Li Guangzong made arrangements in advance.

Among Zhao Chuanxin's civil servants, only Li Guangzong had an overall view and could always consider everything.

Yao Jia urgently asked the Americans for three-fifths of the other half of the railway construction money. The Americans declined the remaining money on the excuse that they could not afford that much money temporarily.

Yao Jia also posted a message on the Internet in the name of the president of Lubinfu Bank - Our bank can withdraw cash at any time, is not afraid of runs, and will refuse to lend to various railway companies in the customs in the future...

This is the order given by Li Guangzong.

Outsiders don't know what kind of medicine Yao Jia sells in his gourd, so he suddenly made such a statement.

Liu Huaqiang followed Li Guangzong's order and urgently dispatched students who were proficient in mechanical maintenance to go north.

There are second-in-commands in each territory under Zhao Chuanxin. Without Zhao Chuanxin, the second-in-command is in charge.

If no one can contact Zhao Chuanxin, all regions must follow Li Guangzong's dispatch.

At this time, Yao Jia, Liu Huaqiang and others must obey Li Guangzong's orders.

Yao Jia was not convinced by this.

It wasn't until the news of the Torreon massacre spread back to China, Yao Jia sent a telegram to The Hague and finally contacted Zhao Chuanxin that he realized Li Guangzong's far-sightedness.

Zhao Chuanxin sent him a telegram: The Mexican rebels will pay him a hundredfold.

Yao Jia knew something big was going to happen.

…

Zhao Lingjun, who didn't even cry after being thrown and burned, saw Zhao Chuanxin about to leave, pulled his neck and cried: "I don't want you to leave..."

"Daddy has to go out and collect toys for you. Next time, daddy will come and bring you cartoons."

Zhao Lingjun stopped crying after hearing this: "Then come quickly."

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin escape.

…

Zhao Chuanxin was really pissed off.

Mexico, a small, poor and backward country, now dares to target the Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin learned that it was not just killing people and setting fires, but also whipping the corpses after that. His anger arose like the scorching sun and gasoline poured on it.

The amount of U.S. investment and the amount of exposure that was not exposed were all forgotten for a while.

…

After the Qing court learned of the Torreon tragedy, it immediately dispatched the Haiqi ship docked in the United States to Mexico.

The U.S. Consulate in Mexico also immediately established a relief committee to provide relief to local Chinese refugees.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted Eye No. 22 in Torreon and teleported directly from The Hague.

The door of Chen Bangshu's laundry was pried open and the inside was ransacked.

He didn't see Chen Bangshu, his wife and children, and immediately had an ominous premonition.

Coming to the street, he saw the rebel team passing by.

When the rebels saw Zhao Chuanxin, they immediately cast a malicious look.

Two rebels came towards Zhao Chuanxin and asked in Spanish: "Who are you and what are you doing here? I suspect that you have colluded with the federal army..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Chuanxin took out his ax and chopped his Tianling Gai into pieces.

puff……

The man's head was split open from the middle.

The other person was startled and wanted to hold a gun, but Zhao Chuanxin raised the ax and dropped it.

laugh……

The man's arm was cut off at the root, and blood spurted out a meter and a half away.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and inserted two fingers into the man's eyes.

puff……

He forcefully plucked out this man's eyes.

"ah……"

The rebel patrol was stunned by this sudden change.

Everyone turned their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed and rushed into the team, holding a God of War M1907 submachine gun in each hand, spinning and shooting on the spot.

Chug tug tug…

With him as the center, the rebel soldiers on both sides fell to the ground in pieces.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a blade of light, and six rebel soldiers were skewered with candied haws.

They looked down at the smoking bloody holes in their chests, not even knowing how they were infected.

Zhao Chuanxin had a stern look on his face, threw the person to the ground, raised his fist, and punched downward with his secondary limb.

puff……

This man's brain is a mess.

Those who survived were so frightened that they peed like urine.

I have never seen or heard of anyone being able to crush someone's head with one punch.

The mob gathered in a square to hear Jesus François speak.

There were about two hundred people present.

Jesus Francis said with excitement: "There are more than 30,000 Chinese in northern Mexico. Not only Torreon, we must kill them all and drive these sinners who rob our wealth completely out of Mexico..."

Just as he was talking, a Chinese suddenly appeared on the stage.

Jesús François recognized the man.

The last time Zhao Chuanxin came to Torreon, he almost killed him.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't know that this person was one of the culprits of the Torreon tragedy, otherwise he would have been cut into pieces last time.

Just when Jesus Francis was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding a hammer, hit him in the mouth.

Jesus Franchis had all his upper and lower teeth knocked out in the front row!

"Well..."

"Zhao Nima!" Zhao Chuanxin was furious.

He tugged Jesus Franz's hair and gave him another blow on the chin.

Click.

Jesus Franz's jaw shattered.

"Zhuo Nima, aren't you a damn sharp talker?"

Zhao Chuanxin hammered on the left and then on the right, trying to avoid the vital points.

Jesus Franz's facial muscles were twisted in pain, but his injured mouth could only make a "wow" sound.

The Mexican mob in the audience was stunned.

"He is Chinese."

"Go and save Francis!"

A group of people rushed onto the stage and surrounded Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer out of the afterimage, smashing the bones of Jesus Francis into pieces inch by inch.

"stop!"

The first mob rushes over.

Zhao Chuanxin struck back with a hammer.

This person's forehead is sunken and his head is upside down.

Zhao Chuanxin continues to knock Jesus Franz.

A mob came towards Zhao Chuanxin with a Mexican scythe.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer with his backhand, and the sickle was knocked away. Zhao Chuanxin stood up and stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and strangled the man's throat to exert force.

puff……

This man's throat was cut out by him.

Carrying a hammer, Zhao Chuanxin ran rampant among the mob, hitting everyone he met.

Only in this way can the hatred in the heart be vented.

At first, the mob wanted to attack in groups, but later Zhao Chuanxin either smashed the Tianling Cap or cut through the temples, killing more than 20 people in a row. The others finally got scared and turned around and ran away.

"Run? The one next door to Mala, there is no one in Torreon City, no one can even think of running away."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the third-generation dragon, rode on it and let Xingyue control the black puppet craftsman to shoot with Maxim.

As expected, not one of the more than 200 mob members who listened to the speech escaped, and they were all shot to death by Zhao Chuanxin.

More than a thousand rebels hurried over and surrounded the place.

Zhao Chuanxin took off and dropped five petrol bombs on the rebel ranks.

Boom boom boom boom!

There was a sea of ​​fire below, and the smell of barbecue was overflowing.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the east of the city and found a large group of rebels. He put on soft gold armor and breathed out dragon breath.

A big mouthful of sticky phlegm passed away, and dozens of people scratched at their ulcerated skin, looking extremely miserable and screaming heart-breakingly.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Dragon Breath Launcher to spit out twenty mouthfuls of sticky phlegm, and then stopped after spraying out a black dragon core.

The black dragon's breath is so violent that it will corrode if it touches it, and the skin and flesh will melt and fester.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin saved the black dragon core and planned to leave it to the little devil in the future.

But he was intercepted by the Mexican mob.

A group of six to seven hundred rebels and mobs were rolling on the ground and wailing, feeling worse than death.

But you have to die eventually, and you will suffer the old sins before you die.

Zhao Chuanxin took off with a running start, his body jumped up diagonally, and he threw apple thunder into the residents' houses while floating down.

Boom boom boom...

Explosive arrows are shot everywhere for free.

After clearing the inventory, he teleported Quite Shalan to the underground fortress to replenish ammunition. After returning, he guarded the city wall and used Maxim to shoot down.

Shooting every fifty meters, he drove back the mob and rebels who were trying to flee outside the city.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigar in his mouth, wearing sunglasses, and had an expressionless face. Veins popped out in his forearms, and his muscles were shaking with the machine gun. The bullet casings were thrown to the ground and piled up like a hill.

The water in the water-cooling warehouse has been drained.

The rebels and the mob in Torreon finally panicked.

This rebel force was affiliated with Francisco Madero.

According to the original history, this person would immediately oust Diaz, and then he would become president.

An officer in the rebel army named Treviño asked his men: "Which army is coming?"

The scout said confusedly: "It's not an army, just one person."

"What the hell are you talking about? One person can cause us more than a thousand casualties?"

"Really, really alone."

There is no news in Mexico, and Treviño has never heard of Zhao Xinxin.

He frowned: "Impossible, bring people to surround him!"

He personally led the team to the south of the city.

Before he could order the deployment, Zhao Chuanxin had already flashed into the team and started the random killing mode.

First, he threw five apple mines in a row, and then he fired in circles with a Xingyue M1909 light machine gun with a 100-round ammunition box.

Treviño was stunned.

He just led the team to the front line, why did the enemy rush into his troops?

This is not scientific.

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied the ammunition box, he took out his Winchester M1897 and fired.

Boom boom boom...

The rebels focus fire on him, and he flashes and keeps spraying.

Spray one handful after the next.

No specific weapon, just to empty the magazine.

In less than five minutes, the number of rebel casualties exceeded 300.

Treviño led his men to retreat and sent someone to hold up a white flag in an attempt to negotiate: "Our chief, Treviño, requests negotiation."

"Talking about your paralysis, don't talk about it!"

Zhao Chuanxin shot an explosive arrow.

boom.

The man is torn apart and the white flag falls to the ground.

He saw the rebels looking for cover in the alley, so he took out the Black Widow puppet.

The Black Widow puppet crawled quickly on the ground, gunshots blaring loudly.

Killing at close range, one bullet kills a life, the black widow puppet came back in a circle, and exactly one hundred and fifty rebels were killed.

In a moment, the rebels' first line of defense was dismantled.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his soft gold armor and jumped up to the roof and rushed over, clearing out the rebels behind several bunkers. He saw more than fifty rebels gathered in a private house and resisting.

He shouldered the loitering bomb launcher and fired two loitering bombs.

Boom boom.

Houses were destroyed.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped thirty meters into the air, stepped on the ladder and looked down. Xingyue gave a map of the distribution of life forms, and Zhao Chuanxin threw bombs downwards.

Boom boom boom...

Five bombs dropped, and countless Mexican mobs and rebels were killed.

When he saw the Mexican residents in the city fleeing toward the west, he chased them and waited in the open area of ​​the west city.

When hundreds of people fled here, Maxim's tongue spewed fire.

Tata Tata...

There are mobs here as well as ordinary residents.

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them all and shot them all.

According to the memories of those who survived later, they said that the scene was as tragic as hell. The broken corpses were piled higher and higher. A person's legs could not escape the bullets. When he stepped on the ground, his footsteps would slip due to the sticky blood. Those who survived by luck. People are bound to be shot and maimed.

There were cries and howls everywhere, begging for mercy and whining everywhere.

Not a single bird dared to stop in the city of Torreon.

Treviño breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was a ceasefire on his side, but the gunfire of popping beans was heard from the west side of the city.

"Evacuate, let's evacuate the city from the south and send a telegram to Madero for help."

He had a good idea, and just as he was about to run away, Zhao Chuanxin flashed back.

Tata Tata...

"Surrender, send someone to surrender."

This time more than twenty death squads appeared holding white flags.

Yes, raising the white flag and surrendering means sending out death squads.

"Our chief wants to talk to you."

Finally turned off.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up on the wall: "Call your commander over."

Treviño bit the bullet and came.

He looked up at the man in black and white armor standing on the wall and shouted: "We are Francisco Madero's troops, who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled back his visor: "Who do you think I am?"

Treviño's heart skipped a beat: He's Chinese.

He hesitated: "There must be some misunderstanding..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said: "I gave you the opportunity to meet me so that you can understand that I am also Chinese."

Treviño was furious: "Think clearly, we are Francisco Madero's troops. If you kill us, Madero will not let you go, and Pancho Villa will not let you go. Miliano Zapata will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled off his mask, flashed in front of Treviño, and chopped off his head with a knife.

Treviño's head flew into the air, landed on the ground, and rolled three times.

"You really scared me to death!"

Zhao Chuanxin slashed the body open with another knife.

Wow.

Splattered all over the floor.

Many of the remaining rebels were so frightened that the two groups fought.

A rebel team with a commander is vulnerable, let alone a leaderless team.

Zhao Chuanxin fought from day to night.

Gunfire rang out from time to time in the city.

Humans are a very strange animal. The more scared they are, the more they like to hug each other.

The more united they are, the easier it will be for Zhao Chuanxin to kill.

Under the command of Xingyue, he walked through the streets and killed everyone he met. The city of Torreon was covered in blood and the flames of war lit up the city.

In a Chinese home, more than a dozen Mexicans knelt on the ground: "Please, that man only kills Mexicans. Please take us in and save us..."

The Chinese in Torreon were also frightened to death by the Mexicans.

Their faces were ashen and they neither refused nor accepted.

What a joke, it was a blood feud, how could you retaliate with kindness?

But they didn't dare to refuse, for fear that these people would do evil.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Chuanxin, who had already taken off his soft gold armor, appeared.

The Mexicans in the house were pale: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Without saying a word, Zhao Chuanxin rushed over with his ax and struck.

Hee hee hee…

For a moment, blood dripped on the floor and walls of the house...

This Chinese family is also very scared.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He took out a box of chocolates, handed it to the little girl in the room and said, "Don't be afraid, Mexicans will never bully you again."

The little girl timidly took the chocolate and held it in her arms.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hands, which were blackened by gunpowder smoke, and wiped away the little girl's tears, but left a few black lines on her face.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Excuse me, you can move the body out later. I will kill or bury it."

Just as he was about to go out, the man at home asked: "May I ask the strong man Gao's name?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

The family's health was greatly shaken.

Although there is not much news in Mexico, as Chinese, they have heard the legend of Zhao, the god of war.

But if there is injustice, there will be a dragon and the dragon will be killed!

God of War Zhao Chuanxin has never been shy in front of foreigners.

Sure enough, the Chinese were bullied and wronged, and had to rely on Zhao Chuan's salary.

Even if they are overseas.

The overseas Chinese at this time were different from those of later generations.

When the country is in trouble, help comes from all directions.

This is one of the reasons why Kang Youwei was able to deceive and deceive overseas.

All because of hope.

The man asked again: "Mr. Zhao, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said without turning his head: "Massacre the city!"

"..."

One day and one night.

Zhao Chuanxin could not kill all the people in Torreon City, but the number of people who died in his hands exceeded at least five thousand at this time.

This matter is not over yet, he needs to rest, Xingyue needs to prepare new guns and ammunition for him, and they will continue tomorrow...