The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After beating Benjamin Agumedo to death, Zhao Chuanxin's anger subsided slightly.

Zhao Chuanxin guessed that since the incidents against Chinese people occurred in Torreon, there must be more or less incidents in other cities in northern Mexico, but they are not so serious.

He didn't choose to save anyone because he couldn't.

He chose another method - indiscriminate killing.

Barrels of gasoline were doused in the city by Zhao Chuanxian, and after being ignited, Santa Clara fell into flames.

Some Americans took photos of the bodies of children burned to ashes, burning people running on the streets, and photos of hideous Mexican faces in severe pain.

They even captured a picture of Zhao Chuanxin standing in front of the stone monument.

The stone tablet was erected by Zhao Chuanxin, with several lines of words engraved on it in Spanish and English: Any land that brings suffering to the Chinese will be cursed and will be repaid tenfold. Only iron and fire, only blood can wash away sins. Zhao Chuanxin stayed on May 21, 1911.

Zhao Chuanxin embedded Benjamin Agumedo's head in the stone tablet.

In order to prevent it from falling off after decay, he left only the front part of Benjamin Agumedo's head, so that the skull could still be embedded after the flesh rotted, and people who knew him could identify the owner of the head.

This rebel army was wiped out by Zhao Xinxin Regiment.

Francisco Madero didn't have many troops in total. After Zhao Chuanxin's massacre, his combatable men were reduced to the point where his position was in jeopardy.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished erecting the monument, he found a horse and rode the skinny horse around the city.

Tucheng, thin horse, cigar, white cowboy hat.

Some people in the city took advantage of the chaos to smash and loot, but Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye and just rode through them.

Until someone went to a local Chinese vegetable store to rob him, Zhao Chuanxin rode his horse and rushed towards him. When he approached the person, he turned the horse's head, held the saddle with his left hand and placed his body across the horse's back, and hooked the horse's buttocks with his toes.

Ma Yi got up and kicked off his feet.

Bang.

One of them's chest was dented and he flew backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted and hit the other man's knee with a hammer, which shattered, and then hammered his lower jaw with his backhand.

The man's jaw suddenly shattered.

There was one person left holding a scythe, ready to fight Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, the shop owner took a shovel and took a picture of the back of the man's head.

When the man fell forward, Zhao Chuanxin flashed forward, grabbed his hand, and turned the scythe's blade so that the tip of the scythe penetrated the man's heart after he fell to the ground.

The message was delivered too slowly.

These mobs did not even know why the rebels were destroyed or why the city was on fire.

The news of the massacre of Torreon City has not yet been delivered because the time was too short.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled over a chair and sat down, and said to the shopkeeper in Chinese: "Fry me two vegetables and make a pot of rice."

When the shop owner heard Zhao Chuanxin's accent, he was immediately overjoyed: "Is my benefactor a green forest hero from the north of China?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

"Zhao...God of War?" The shop owner was ecstatic: "Mr. Zhao came here to save our family?"

"From a professional perspective, I'm here to help Mexico understand its status." Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette and said, "To put it simply, I was just passing by and killing a few people."

"..." The shop owner said: "Old man Wang Qinghai, Mr. Zhao was just passing by, but he saved our lives."

"Enough chatter, let's serve the food."

While Zhao Chuanxin was sitting and waiting for the food, another group of people came sneakingly to the door, holding a murder weapon and preparing to commit robbery.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up with the hammer and walked towards the door.

The two sides collided.

The leader, a Mexican with a scar on his face, raised his sickle fiercely and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "You should understand the consequences of not handing over the money..."

Zhao Chuanxin was talking nonsense to him. He kicked his back foot and the man rushed forward. With a hammer blow, the scarred Mexican man's Tianling Gai was dented.

His accomplice's eyes widened.

I'm sorry, we haven't committed any murder yet, and the leader is gone?

They held up their sickles, ready to chop off the man's head to show the rich people in the city.

The scarred man's sickle fell to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin kicked the handle of the sickle. The sickle flew out and nailed the thigh of the person in front of him.

The man screamed subconsciously and bent down to pull out the sickle. Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and swung the hammer.

Duang.

There was a bloody hole in the man's forehead bone.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the sickle away with his backhand and smashed it horizontally.

Duang!

The third person suffered a shattered temporal bone.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged the three seriously injured people who were still shaking out, threw them on the street, and smashed them with a hammer until they were sticky.

The people around looked frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the onlookers with bared teeth and raised his fingers: "Who else wants to rob the Chinese? Come quickly."

Someone came forward with a Mauser M1902 owned by Mexico: "Chinese, you are dead..."

Bang.

This man is in trouble.

The smoke from the muzzle of the Colt's single-action revolver was blown away by Zhao Chuanxin, and the gun spun around between his fingers and disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, picked up the Mauser M1902, pulled the bolt, and shot at random people.

Bang.

People fell in pools of blood.

The onlookers were in an uproar: "Why do you kill people so randomly?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them: "Haha, when I finish eating, none of you can run away, you will all die."

These people came with the mob that smashed, smashed, and robbed people, and they basically lived on this street.

They look innocent, but they are actually following others to embolden them. Once they see the money stolen from them, they will immediately transform.

The faces of these people were green and red, some turned around and ran away, and Zhao Chuanxin did not chase them.

Some also went to bring in reinforcements. They thought the Chinese was too arrogant.

After Zhao Chuanxin had eaten and drank the meal cooked by Wang Qinghai's wife, the stone tablet in the city with the head of Benjamin Agumedo was discovered by many people.

Some people in the city began to know that a Chinese named Zhao Chuanxin had wiped out the rebels who had just entered the city.

The warning on the stone tablet made them dare not attack the Chinese again.

But the news did not spread throughout the city, and many people were still confused.

For example, when Zhao Chuanxin went out after dinner, he saw a group of Mexicans gathered outside Wang Qinghai's vegetable shop, including men, women, and children, with sinister expressions on their faces, and all of them carrying murderous weapons.

Some were agave shovels, some were Mexican scythes, and there were also ordinary knives and hoes, just waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to show up.

"You murderer, don't even think about escaping!"

"I will make you die miserably!"

"You killed my husband, you have to pay with his life..."

Wang Qinghai and his mother-in-law saw and heard through the window, and their faces turned pale with fright: "We've caused trouble, we've caused trouble. Once Mr. Zhao leaves, won't these people eat us alive?"

Then he saw Zhao Chuanxin moving a wooden table out of the house.

The Mexicans who besieged him didn't know what was going on, so they just stepped forward ferociously.

Until Zhao Chuanxin placed a Maxim on the wooden table, they panicked.

What is a mob?

When Zhao Chuanxin revealed Maxim, they relied on the large number of people, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to shoot and offend the public.

They were still stunned in place, but they did not dare to come forward with the murder weapon.

When Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt, some people began to prepare to escape.

When Zhao Chuanxin lit the cigar and pulled the trigger, they had not run out more than twenty steps.

Tata Tata...

"ah……"

"Killed..."

"The Chinese killed people..."

Night has fallen.

Maxim's tongue of fire illuminated the earthen wall of Wang Qinghai's vegetable shop.

Wang Qinghai and his mother-in-law stared dumbfoundedly at the streets. One after another, vicious Mexicans fell in a pool of blood. Among them were old men with white beards and hair, ten-year-old children, and women with big shoulders and round waists...

The old couple were so frightened that they were like chaff.

When there were no more living people on the street, Zhao Chuanxin collected the Maxim bracket and put the gun into the secret realm.

He took two steps, floated up to the roof in the dusk, and disappeared from the sight of the old couple.

"What should we do? Mr. Zhao is gone and what if the Mexicans come back to seek revenge?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a violent explosion was heard.

The old couple hurried to the door, cautiously poked their heads in, and saw Zhao Chuanxin massacring people on the street.

There were screams, blood, and explosions of fire everywhere.

Now they don't have to worry. Let alone revenge, there is no one breathing in this street. It seems that they are the only ones alive.

…

Obregon made inquiries in many places and sent telegrams to the Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, New York, the Xuantian Sect headquarters on Hong Kong Island, and Lubin Mansion.

The line was long and the delay was severe. I don’t know whether it was not transmitted or for other reasons. All the telegrams were like nothing.

He became a doctor and contacted Pancho Villa and Emiliano Zapata.

To his surprise, Emiliano Zapata actually said that he might be able to contact Zhao Chuanxin.

Emiliano Zapata had long suspected Don John Constantine's identity.

Invincible in every battle, as long as you give money, there are countless arms for sale, Asians...

With the superposition of various elements, the identity of Don John Constantine is about to emerge.

Zapata sent the telegram to Quit-Salan.

Agure Ida took the telegram and asked Pablo Rojas with a puzzled face: "What does Zapata mean? He asked if Mr. Zhao is here? Who is Mr. Zhao?"

Pablo Rojas scratched his head: "Maybe he sent it to the wrong place."

"It's possible, then forget it. Don't reply to him. You're talking nonsense."

The next day, Emiliano Zapata, who had not received the news, went directly to Quite Shallan.

When they reached the outer defense line of Qutsalam, the Chili Team blocked them from entering.

Within two years, Emiliano Zapata led the peasant army to victory after repeated battles. Even the executioner general Victoriano Huerta was no match for him. Now the army is approaching Mexico City.

Whether it is among the people or the government, military and government, Zapata's reputation is at the height of his popularity. Who dares to deny him face like this?

His men were furious, pointed at the nose of Justino, one of the four great Vajras of Qutshalan, and said, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

The four great kings of Quit Shalan: Pablo Rojas, Agure Ida, Miguel Esteban, and Justino.

Justino is kind and cowardly. Even after many wars, he still has a good temper.

He smiled and clapped his hands away: "Of course I know, I'm talking to Mr. Zapata. The question is, do you know how to show respect for our Quitsalan Chili Peppers?"

He looked at Emiliano Zapata.

Emiliano Zapata pulled his men away and said politely: "Justino, we are old friends. I would like to see Don John Constantine."

Justino nodded: "Yes, but your song must stay outside Quite Shallan."

The men were about to show off again, but Emiliano Zapata stopped him in advance: "Okay, I'll go in by myself."

His men hurriedly stopped him.

At this time, the name Emiliano Zapata represented the peasant army and hope, and no one wanted to see him risk his life.

But Zapata had decided to leave.

Justino admired his courage.

When Pablo Rojas saw Zapata coming alone, he asked him angrily: "Why did you let your men attack Quit Shalan?"

He was still haunted by what happened last time.

Emiliano Zapata smiled bitterly: "Do you know the San Luis Potosi Plan?"

Pablo Rojas really didn’t understand much, so he frowned and asked: “Objection

Re-elected? "

Zapata shook his head: "Not only that, Madero completed the "San Luis Potosi Platform" in Texas, which opposed electoral fraud, deprived land, devalued citizens, bankrupted them, and launched an uprising with force. Now. There were wars everywhere, and we were beyond our reach in remote areas. Many peasant soldiers took matters into their own hands. I only learned about what happened in Qutsalam after the fact."

Agure Ida was sitting on a lounge chair, his legs crossed on the bench, and he held a cigar in his hand, but he didn't smoke it because he would cough when he smoked it.

He was just imitating Zhao Chuanxin.

After listening to Zapata's words, he said nonchalantly: "Mr. Zapata, what happened has happened, you are at fault after all."

Emiliano Zapata glanced at him and said nothing.

It is really beneath your status to argue with a young man.

He told Pablo Rojas: "You know, Don John Constantine was sometimes too cruel and cold-blooded."

He wanted to test Pablo's attitude.

Pablo Rojas nodded indifferently: "I know."

They had all seen Don John Constantine kill people like a demon.

"..." Zapata was speechless: "He may be killing innocent people indiscriminately at this time, killing our Mexican citizens indiscriminately."

Agure Ida sneered: "The person who is killed must be the one who deserves to die."

"..."

Zapata thought these people were crazy.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door in from the courtyard.

Everyone immediately smelled a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, fireworks and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin had a tired look on his face. He was slightly startled when he saw Emiliano Zapata: "Why are you here?"

Zapata saw the real owner and stepped forward quickly: "Don John Constantine, if I guess correctly, I should call you Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up Ajure Ida from the recliner and sat down for him.

He bared his teeth and smiled: "Buying weapons?"

He has collected a lot of the weapons he sold over the past few days. Wouldn't it be nice to resell them to Zapata?

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin neither admitted nor denied, Zapata said with a serious face: "Mr. Zhao, I beg you to stop and stop killing innocent people indiscriminately."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "Okay, that'll be enough once Madero dies."

"No." Zapata said anxiously: "Madero cannot die. He is the most powerful executor of the San Luis Potosi plan."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "He must die."

"Mr. Zhao, we can resolve this matter through negotiation."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that Diaz had defeated the United States and that Mexico was going to be overturned.

Madero is about to take office, and Zapata will probably be the founding hero by then.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, give me 30 million pesos as a pension, and I will spare his life."

Zapata was startled.

Thirty million pesos, one-third of Mexico’s annual treasury revenue.

He can't be the master.

He hurriedly said: "Please also ask Mr. Zhao to go to Puebla with me. Madero wants to speak to you personally."

Zhao Chuanxin said without hesitation: "Okay."

Like Zapata, he went out alone.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin walking in front, Zapata's men began to give orders.

With an angry look on his face, he pretended to be cool with Zhao Chuanxin like he was with Justino: "Do you know who you are talking to? You..."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the dagger from the man's waist as fast as lightning and stabbed it through the man's cheek: "You fucking like to talk so much, I will make it impossible for you to speak again."

It not only seals the mouth, but also hurts the tongue.

This person is accustomed to pretending to be powerful, but he never expected that the cost of pretending this time would be so high.

The other man was so close that he became frightened and hurriedly wanted to draw his gun.

Zhao Chuanxin's Winchester M1897 was pressed against his head and sprayed three times.

This man's brain is a mess.

Emiliano Zapata was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhao Chuanxin's casual and hurtful tone.

But he immediately panicked and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't do anything, put away your guns..."

Although he didn't know much about Zhao Chuanxin, he at least heard that Zhao Chuanxin killed thousands of people on the way from Torreon City to Santa Clara City.

Zapata had just brought over sixty people, and he did not dare to confront Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the wolves and saw that many people had not put down their guns: "I'll count to three! Three!"

Zapata: "..."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin counted to three directly without giving anyone a chance to react.

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin released the Black Widow puppet and took out the God of War M1907 while flashing and firing.

Zapata had just hid behind a tree, and when he poked his head out, he was shocked to find that only eleven of his men were still standing without their guns in hand, and the rest were all lying in a pool of blood.

"Zhao Chuanxin, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "You must believe the rumors in the future."

Emiliano Zapata remembered the rumor: Zhao Chuan’s salary was ten thousand.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and he raised his hands and said, "It's all a misunderstanding..."

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the peasant soldier who was still alive on the ground and broke his cervical vertebra: "There is no misunderstanding here."

Emiliano Zapata was shocked, angry and helpless.

He had no choice but to swallow his breath and take Zhao Chuanxin to Puebla to talk to Madero.

Arriving at the Puebla post office, which had been occupied by the Zapatas.

The call was transferred successfully, Zapata personally tried the line, and then handed the microphone to Zhao Chuanxin with a livid face.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the microphone and said calmly: "I am Zhao Chuanxin."

There was silence for three seconds on the other end of the phone, and a muffled voice rang out: "I am Francisco Madero. Mr. Zhao, I want to tell you that everything that happened recently is a misunderstanding. Please listen to my explanation."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Say, I'm listening."

Francisco Madero on the other end of the phone thought that Zhao Chuanxin would use harsh words and curse, but he didn't expect him to be so calm.

For a moment, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was not as fierce as he was in appearance, and perhaps not as scary as the rumors.

He coughed and said: "Mr. Zhao, it's like this. When the federal army evacuated Torreon City, they provided ammunition to the local Chinese. When our peasant army entered the city, we encountered fire resistance from the Chinese. You massacred us The rebel army's massacre of our citizens is unwarranted, but I don't want to worry about it anymore..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Zhao Chuanxin: "Madero, I haven't even slept, I'm going to get your dog's head now!"