The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When the "field gray" below crossed the bridge and the forwards were already hiding behind the temporary bunkers, the remaining ones ran and charged within 80 meters.

Thousands of people poured into the Berlin City Palace from all entrances.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigar in his mouth and lazily threw all the Xingyue M1908 grenades down from the top of the palace.

Boom boom boom...

Tata Tata...

No one backed down.

More than thirty Maxim positions below simultaneously opened fire on the roof of the building to suppress it.

The palace glass shattered, and the people below held their heads to avoid the broken glass.

Zhao Chuanxin set up the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle at the north corner 50 meters away behind the dome, and ran to the east to set up Maxim.

Finally, we came to the entrance of Guangmingding and waited.

…

In the Bavarian office in Berlin, 500 meters away from St. Hedwig's Cathedral and one kilometer away from the Berlin City Palace, August Victoria was persuading Wilhelm II.

"My dear, apologize to him, just one word can prevent bloodshed. We can't fight a monster that lives for three thousand years."

"What nonsense!" William II didn't believe it at all, thinking that August Victoria was talking nonsense: "What kind of three thousand-year-old monster? He is just an ordinary person, with flesh and blood, and he will die. If you don't believe it, just watch. No one can survive the strength of one of our German divisions, not even Zhao Chuanxin."

August Victoria said earnestly: "Even if you can achieve final victory, how many deaths will it take to be willing to do it?"

William II said arrogantly: "It will be worth it for the residents of Berlin to see how powerful our army is, no matter how many people die."

August Victoria thought about what happened last night, and she said: "I saw with my own eyes that he could roast beef without using a flame, that he could photograph objects from a distance, and that he only had to stretch out his hand to have endless weapons. These are all I saw it with my own eyes.”

William II smiled: "If this can win the war, then the circus clown has already taken over the world. He can only fool you women. And this, this is a man's war, he will be here His true form was revealed in the First World War. It’s so ridiculous that Leopold didn’t even dare to call himself the God of War. Who is he?”

Seeing that William II was unable to make any progress, August Victoria could not continue to persuade him and could only wait anxiously for the results of the battle.

At this time, intensive gunshots were heard from a distance.

…

Zhao Chuanxian was waiting outside the dome.

The German troops walked through the Berlin City Palace, inspecting every room, and finally encountered difficulties at the top of the stairs to the upper glazed dome.

Obviously, if there was no Zhao Chuanxin in the castle, Zhao Chuanxin must have gone to the roof.

Sure enough, when the first German army showed up.

boom.

fall!

The remaining people retreated in an uproar.

"Use the steel plate to hold it up and rush forward."

A steel plate with a thickness of 3 mm weighs 25 kilograms, and one person is carrying it forward.

boom.

The .280 pointed bullet of the M1908 failed to penetrate the steel plate and got stuck on it.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the throwing knife and threw it away without even thinking about it.

laugh!

The 3mm steel plate could not withstand the flying knife's bright blade. The flying knife cut through the steel plate, scratching off one of the German soldier's fingers and opening a gash on his cheek.

"ah……"

Zhao Chuanxin threw another flying knife upwards, hitting the wall and ejecting to open the light blade rune fragments.

laugh!

When the shield fell, Zhao Chuanxin fired with his God of War M1907.

Chug tug tug…

The vanguard suffered heavy casualties.

Their response strategy was to drop bombs.

In view of Zhao Chuanxin's previous experience of kicking the grenade back, this time they learned the lesson and the grenade exploded as soon as it hit the ground.

As Zhao Chuanxin was retreating, he was pushed by a wave of air, which broke the glass and fell to the rooftop.

The variety of weapons made it impossible for Zhao Chuanxin to go back to his unscrupulous days. He could really get hurt if he didn't wear armor.

The grenadiers with extraordinary physical strength threw grenades one after another.

The bright roof windows were cracked by shrapnel and air waves.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Winchester M1897 and pulled the trigger to death. He just kept swiping the module to produce the automatic effect.

Boom boom boom...

The German soldiers who had just climbed up were beaten into sieves by shotguns. Their beautiful field gray military uniforms were full of small holes made by projectiles. Oval-shaped blood stains spread out and connected into a patch. Death was death, and life was worse than death.

The German soldiers got angry and threw grenades blindly.

Boom boom boom...

As long as you are still an individual, you have to scatter and escape.

However, Zhao Chuanxin is an exception.

He hid behind the wall of the dome window and crouched. When the explosion stopped, the light spots on the devil's foresight goggles began to move. He took out the Mosin-Nagant wheel, and the six bullets were gone in the blink of an eye.

Where have the German soldiers who thought they could bravely storm the Bright Summit with the cover of grenadiers seen such American-style Iai?

After defeating Mosin Nagant, Xingyue recalled the flying knife and turned on the light blade mode.

Under the influence of the order rune fragments, the two flying knives circled upward from the stairs with blood flowers all the way, causing damage to the soldiers along the way, and finally flew back to the scabbard.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was sitting on the window edge, holding the Xingyue M1909 light machine and aiming it at the stairs and firing.

The bullet hitting the human body is like a stone hitting the water, and blood splashes everywhere.

"ah……"

In the first round of charge, the German army was defeated.

The retreating German commander counted his men: "We have 36 dead and 14 wounded."

One round of attacks was fruitless and fifty people were killed or injured. Is this okay?

"Maxin, we need Maxim."

Outside, Heinz Wilhelm Guderian, the midshipman of the 10th Hanoverian Light Infantry Battalion, said to Hans von Plessen: "Sir, Zhao Chuanxin is blocking the dome. We can't attack it. We need to bring in hot troops." Balloons must be attacked up and down, otherwise they must be fired.”

It was impossible to fire a cannon, and Hans von Plessen, Wilhelm II's chief hawk, knew that firing a cannon at this time would be no less than a slap in the emperor's face.

He now attaches great importance to Heinz Wilhelm Guderian's opinion: "Go and bring a hot-air balloon, bring grenadiers and sharpshooters with you."

Hot air balloons had been used before the Franco-Prussian War.

There is a problem with the hot air balloon. Its round and thick body can easily be distorted by the wind.

Germany took the lead in solving this problem and developed kite balloons - long strip balloons - at the end of the last century.

German troops await air support inside the Berlin City Palace.

On the roof of St. Hedwig's Cathedral, Leopold Maximian saw the hot-air balloon rising into the sky. He said to Bertmann Hollweg: "There are still two red men in front of the emperor." He is a smart man who uses brushes to adapt to local conditions and attack from above and below. "

There was no need to report such details to him, a field marshal.

Bateman Hollweg unbuttoned his coat and felt a little hot.

He swallowed his saliva, said nothing, and continued to watch the battle.

In fact, I couldn't see the details clearly. I could only see the smoky dome of the Berlin City Palace flashing with figures and explosions happening from time to time.

He was thinking, how should he fight in such an environment?

I really won over these warriors.

Suddenly, he screamed: "What is that?"

When the hot air balloon floated over the Berlin City Palace, an unknown weapon took off in an arc with fire.

That was Zhao Chuanxin's cruise missile. It was the only one in the world, and there was no other semicolon.

boom……

Flammable gas exploded in the hot air balloon.

There were no bones left of the people above, only the broken limbs and broken arms were left, and there was a faint rain of blood falling from the sky.

Leopold Maximian was stunned: "What kind of weapon is that? Why can it turn?"

If he hadn't turned around in the air, he would have missed the blown hot air balloon.

I've never heard of a cannonball that can be deflected.

Bateman Hollweg thought to himself, “Who are you asking?”

He re-buttoned his shirt and said dryly: "I'm going down first, I'm not needed here."

Why the hell do you have a bad feeling?

Hans von Plessen took credit when it was due, but when things went wrong he blamed Heinz Wilhelm Guderian: "You idiot, look at your good ideas!"

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian was only twenty years old, and he also had a temper.

Yesterday's insights gained nothing.

If I came up with an idea today, I would be reprimanded again.

He pursed his lips tightly, leaving no blood in his lips and surrounding areas.

He took a deep breath and said, "Sir, I'll leave first."

Hans von Pleasant snorted.

Hot air balloons were a great tool to boost morale at this time. When the hot air balloon exploded, it became a morale-boosting tool.

The German soldiers inside the Berlin City Palace were confused and angry.

They launched a second attack.

This time there was no grenade to clear the way, and they carried Maxim up step by step.

It was set up just as we were approaching the stairwell.

Each living life passed by Maxim and moved upward.

Bang bang bang...

Tata Tata...

Without seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Maxim fired first to suppress him to prevent him from appearing at any time.

The soldiers who climbed up always let the muzzle of the Type 98 rifle probe first.

Needless to say, Zhao Chuanxin really found it a bit tricky.

He jumped back, bent his bow and nocked an arrow in the air, shot an explosive arrow and landed on the ground, running eastward along the ridge of the roof.

Several soldiers at the top of the stairs were injured and wailed.

The machine gunner's face below was cut open by fragments and he was bleeding, but he didn't care. Adrenaline made him ignore the minor injuries and pain.

The flames from the Maxim gun's muzzle were not extinguished, and the metal storm caused by the spitting flames would never end unless the bullet belt was empty.

More German soldiers rushed up from the exit like ants that had been stabbed in their nest.

"Coming up, coming up, we're coming up."

All the soldiers were overjoyed.

too difficult.

People who didn’t know better thought they were fighting a battalion of enemies.

God knows how difficult it is to attack these few meters and how much it costs.

After coming up, some people couldn't control their excitement and fear and fired randomly.

No one was hit except for the wall which was cracked by bullets.

"Where have they gone? Where are the others?"

"I don't know. Be careful and don't give him a chance to make a cold shot."

Two people, three people, five people... Soon, there were people crowding around the top of the Bright Summit.

Tata Tata...

The sound of Maxim's gunshot sounded suddenly. The sound came from the east corner of the roof. It was fired horizontally and the straight-line distance was less than 100 meters.

Maxim is a magical firearm that can be thrown like a bow and arrow, and is especially useful against dense infantry and cavalry. Because at this time, the armies of various countries generally regarded 500 meters as the effective firepower range of the rifle, and the Maxim could be ejected after its range exceeded this range.

Of course, the power of a horizontal shot less than 100 meters is even more amazing.

The remaining glass fragments of the Bright Dome were splashed with sticky blood, steaming in the Berlin winter.

There were mostly pieces of meat on the walls.

Guangmingding became a flesh and blood mill.

The follow-up people, let alone rushing up, would bend down and vomit out all the bile just by looking at the stairs.

He retreated and fled while shooting vomit.

Damn it, I can attack whoever likes this bright spot, I have to go down.

The Maxim in Zhao Chuanxin's hand is the MG08 Maxim made in Germany. It has excellent performance. There is no jamming in the middle and no bullet chain jamming, allowing him to finish the shot smoothly.

Zhao Chuanxin took the battle bow, and the distance of nearly 100 meters was a test for him.

The war bow was almost fully drawn, and the exploding arrow shot out, drawing a weak arc and heading straight for the Bright Summit.

There was no one alive among the broken walls at the entrance of the stairs. After the explosive arrow exploded, the entrance was completely blocked by masonry and concrete.

Hans von Plessen was shocked and angry: "How could it be?"

His subordinate came to report that he had failed to reach the summit. He still did not believe that this was a victory that could be achieved by one person.

This is something beyond his knowledge.

He looked around blankly, and everyone lowered their heads in unison, resting their chins on their collarbones.

Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice. He wanted to seize military glory, but fell short.

Hans von Plessen shouted: "Where is the midshipman? Where did he die?"

Soon, someone grabbed Heinz Wilhelm Guderian.

Hans von Plessen asked sinisterly: "Do you think we should use a different group of people to continue the attack?"

"Sorry, sir, there is nothing I can do now." Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said expressionlessly.

"Asshole, you'd better not play tricks on me."

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said calmly but politely: "I don't dare."

After he left, Hans von Plessen said to the junior officer: "This bastard obviously has reservations, but he won't tell them."

The junior officer's eyelids twitched: "Do you want to deal with him? He is just a trainee officer, there are many ways."

Hans von Plessen took out his cigarette and lit it: "Anyway, if I hear that he has been promoted, it means that you don't take me to heart today. Do you understand?"

"understood."

…

Soon, reports of the battle reached Leopold Maximian's ears.

For this veteran, victory and defeat are commonplace in military affairs.

The result was unexpected, but not unacceptable.

He said calmly: "Back off first and guard the main road."

He went to meet the emperor.

After hearing the field marshal's battle report, William II's face was so gloomy that he could shed tears.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Is this the result you showed me?"

Leopold Maximian nodded slightly to show respect, and said in a neither humble nor condescending manner: "Your Majesty, the war has gone beyond common sense. We can no longer treat Zhao Chuanxin in the same way as ordinary war."

Auguste Victoria was also there, and she interrupted while the iron was hot: "I shouldn't have spoken at this time, but God is so pitiful. If we continue, our homes will be almost completely demolished, and our soldiers have fallen one hundred and sixty-six." More than ten people. Friedrich, have mercy and don’t let any more children die.”

"A woman's opinion!" Wilhelm II denounced: "I have received military training since childhood. Do I really not understand war? Do you know what it means to stop now? European countries will laugh at my incompetence and underestimate Germany. , this is a very serious matter. Leopold, I give you the right to fire, and there is only one requirement - kill Zhao Chuanxin and let him disappear!"

This was what Leopold Maximian was waiting for.

He twitched the corners of his mouth and bowed to say goodbye.

He was not willing to use Erlang's life to consume Zhao Chuanxin's ammunition.

Although I don’t know how Zhao Chuanxuan managed to carry so many guns and ammunition with him.

But Leopold Maximian understood that Zhao Chuanxin's ammunition was limited after all. The weapons he used yesterday were useless today. This is the evidence.

There is no need to collect sufficient and comprehensive evidence to support a certain argument on the battlefield. Sometimes idealism is more needed on the battlefield.

…

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

He hasn't had breakfast yet.

Taking advantage of this time, I collected scones, bread, ham, French mustard, lime cheese, and a cooked chicken from the kitchen.

This chicken is cooked in water, so it is definitely not eaten directly.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the horse spoon, heated the oil, poured in the prepared salty and sweet sauce, light soy sauce, red wine, bay leaves, sea salt, pepper, and some lemon juice.

Chefs who know how to cook always stir-fry the sauce first.

Stock is essential. After the sauce is fragrant, pour a little, add the cooked and dismantled chicken and stir-fry over high heat. Spread and pull apart. When the pot is steamed, stir the spoon and use high heat to reduce the juice.

Add the mayonnaise and apricot jam to the inside, continue stirring the spoon until evenly coated, and remove from the pan.

A sandwich filled with ham and French mustard, followed by a savory and sweet chicken sandwich, and finally a sip of earl gray tea. This is definitely the pinnacle of the morning in Berlin.

The only drawback is that the morning sun cannot be seen, and Berlin, an industrial city, is gray and unpleasant.

Looking at the German army's formation below, Zhao Chuanxin knew that William II was not convinced.

If you don't accept it, just do it, and it's over.

William II refused to accept it, so who had Zhao Chuanxin ever accepted it?

Xingyue suggested: "Your goal has been achieved. The German soldiers below are panicking. I have detected countless chemical information related to fear. I think we can evacuate."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "No, if you don't completely conquer some people, they will always make trouble for you. A toad crawls on the instep, but it doesn't bite people."

Soon, the following news verified Zhao Chuanxin's idea.

They began to adjust the muzzle angle of the Krupp light howitzer.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately became energetic.

He stumbled to the front of the Berlin City Palace, stood dangerously on the edge of the roof and shouted with his vocal organ: "Come on, shoot at me if you dare."

Hans von Plessen also heard it. He was frightened and shouted: "Suppress him!"

Tata Tata...

Zhao Chuanxin felt great malice.

The howitzer shells flew towards Guangmingding in an arc.

boom……

The Germans still had reservations and used howitzers instead of field artillery.

The Krupp field guns literally leveled the palace, but the howitzers only bombarded the roofs.

Hans von Plessen was satisfied to see the superb skills of the artillerymen, who could hit wherever they wanted at such a close distance.

At this time, the Berlin City Palace had its roof blown off, but it was still possible to repair it.

As long as it is not completely destroyed, the emperor's face will not be lost.

Boom, boom, boom...

Grenades plowed through the roof.

With flesh and blood, no matter how powerful you are, you will never survive.

Hans von Plessen proudly pointed to the roof of the building and said to the people around him: "Zhao Chuanxin must die!"

After looking at the Bright Dome and the rest of the roof, which were devastated by the bombing, Hans von Plessen called a halt to the bombardment.

Hans von Plessen looks through a telescope.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian looks through a telescope.

Leopold Maximian looking through a telescope on the roof of St. Hedwig's Cathedral.

They saw that a gust of wind blew away the smoke from the roof of the building. Zhao Chuanxin, wearing black and white soft gold armor, stood unscathed on the roof of the building and pointed at them: "Come on, keep going!"