The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Hans von Plessen secretly said he was unlucky.

The emperor, prime minister and field marshal set a trap for Zhao Chuanxin.

In order for Zhao Chuanxin to step into the trap and be killed with peace of mind, the trainee officer Heinz Wilhelm Guderian cannot be sent to find Zhao Chuanxin today.

Those who come must have some weight.

Naturally, the Prime Minister would not come, and it would not be appropriate for Field Marshal Leopold Maximian to come. After much deliberation, it was just right for Hans von Plessen, the Emperor's aide-de-camp and teacher.

So he was pushed to the forefront.

Before coming, Kaiser Wilhelm II said to him earnestly and sincerely: "Teacher, this mission is important, and we must only succeed and not fail."

Field Marshal Leopold Maximian said: "There is no doubt that those railways must have been destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin. We must solve the disaster as soon as possible, otherwise we will suffer heavy losses like Tsarist Russia."

Prime Minister Bethmann Hollweg said: "Don't make Zhao Chuanxin suspicious."

Hans von Plessen, who had all his hopes in one body, knew that if anything went wrong, he would die without a burial place.

How could he not know who Zhao Chuanxin was?

Isn’t it possible that the total number of people who died at Zhao Chuanxin’s hands numbered thousands?

An executioner with blood on his hands.

Hans von Plessen bravely came to the ruins of the Berlin City Palace, raised his hands and shouted: "I am Hans von Plessen, Emperor of Germany and King of Prussia Friedrich Wilhelm Victor." Albert Hohenzollern's adjutant and his teacher, on behalf of the German Emperor, I would like to welcome Mr. Zhao as he moves outside the city..."

Among the ruins, Zhao Chuanxin's figure emerged among the broken walls.

He was wearing a wool coat, a Humboldt hat, and strolled in with a cigar under his leather gloves.

Hans von Plessen tensed.

After getting closer, Zhao Chuanxin asked: "Where are we going?"

Hans von Plessen took a serious look at the man known as the "Butcher of the Far East."

He has thin cheeks, a thick beard, and an electric gaze.

His figure is not as big and round as the rumors say, but he is very tall.

The fierceness that was used to fighting on the battlefield was not seen on his face, but instead he had a playful smile and a cynical look.

Hans von Plessen did not dare to underestimate this man.

The horrific corpses of the German soldiers that were transported away already demonstrated his danger.

Hans von Pleasant lowered his head slightly and said: "Please move to the south of the city, your Majesty will be waiting for you there."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Excuse me, is this a trap?"

"..." Hans von Plessen's head was buzzing.

He tried his best to cover up his panic, keep his eyes from evading, and his face from turning pale. He coughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, you misunderstood. This is not a trap."

"It's not a trap?" Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring: "If it's not a trap, what should I do?"

"Ah?" Hans von Plessen, who had white hair and beard, was confused: "Then, what if it's a trap?"

"If it's a trap, I'll admit it and go." Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile.

"Although there is no trap as you mentioned, in order to resolve this matter peacefully, you should just pretend that there is." Hans von Plessen said dryly.

However, Zhao Chuanxin did not budge.

Hans von Plessen cast a confused and nervous look.

Aren’t you partial to the trip to Hushan?

Are they all bragging?

The clinker Zhao Chuanxin said: "Since it is a trap, shouldn't there be a decapitation meal or something?"

"Huh?" Hans von Plessen was really shocked by Zhao Chuanxin's imagination. He sneered and said, "Don't be ridiculous. How can there be no such thing as a meal? However, if you ask to eat first before going, That’s okay too.”

After saying that, he felt something in his heart.

Haha, since you are looking for death, you can't blame others.

Why not add another layer of insurance to the Kaiser?

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and sat down on the broken wall. He didn't mind being dirty: "Well, let the cook prepare the food and bring it here. We'll serve you with good wine and good food."

"..."

Hans von Plessen really went to prepare.

First, the Prime Minister told him to try his best to meet Zhao's salary conditions and not to reveal his secrets.

Secondly, Hans von Plessen had some other thoughts.

Berlin residents saw horse-drawn carriages pulling stoves and cooking utensils starting from Orange Street and heading towards the Berlin City Palace.

They pointed curiously.

"What are you going for?"

"It seems to be going to the palace."

"Didn't you say that the palace is in ruins?"

There is always someone who can find out something.

"This is to deliver food to Zhao Chuanxin."

"Oh my God, is that a boar's head?"

"There are actually five carriages. It's really luxurious."

When the carriage arrived at the ruins, the chef, who was wearing a thin white robe on a cold day, with two kitchen knives on his waist, handed the menu to Zhao Chuanxin with a solemn expression, as if he was completing a sacred mission.

These days, the most powerful chefs are all good graphic designers.

Zhao Chuanxin took the menu and raised his eyebrows.

The menu features crowns, vines and flowers and the Brandenburg Gate.

Below is a row of German words.

The chef said calmly: "Sir, they say that a chef who cannot write French haiku is not a good chef. But His Majesty the Emperor despises such petty bourgeois sentiments, so the menu is all printed in German. I hope you can understand it."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Hans von Pleasant next to him and said cheerfully to the chef: "Although you are a chef, you are better than any German I have seen."

After he killed so many people, no one else would have dared to talk to Zhao Chuanxin so arrogantly.

Anyone who dares to do this must be a brave person with a high level of skill.

Zhao Chuanxin had seen people with their nostrils turned up in the sky because of their superb skills, but he just fell in love with this.

The chef smiled reservedly.

And Hans von Plessen's face didn't look good.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the menu and said: "Wild pheasant chicken with black truffle, salmon steak with hollandaise sauce, beef tenderloin, boar's head, woodcock pie, asparagus in white sauce, orange jelly custard..."

Hans von Plessen left with the chef, and the others began to set up tables and chairs outdoors in the cold weather.

The chef glanced at Hans von Plessen and said: "Sir, I must tell you, whatever you want to do, don't do it while I'm cooking."

Hans von Plessen was stunned.

If I blanch it, can even the cook see that he is up to no good?

Then Zhao Chuanxin...

He forced himself to calm down, quietly walked to the wine, pulled out the cork, took out a packet of powder, poured it in and shook it vigorously.

All of this was done behind the chef's back, and he was worried that the chef would be nervous and exposed if he saw it.

Everyone was as cold as a grandson, except Zhao Chuanxin and the chef who were content.

The chef is because he is by the stove, and Zhao Chuanxin is because he has the old sacred fire and the old god's crucible brand to keep him warm at any time.

"Sir, this is foie gras from the Principality of Mecklenburg."

"Sir, this is Berlin specialty chicken with braised chestnuts, pearl onions, mushrooms, bacon, Gibraltar spiced sausage slices, and Madeira sauce."

These two dishes were not ordered by Zhao Chuanxin, but the chef specially prepared them for Zhao Chuanxin.

Hans von Pleasant picked the right moment and brought the red wine to the table: "Mr. Zhao, this is red wine shipped from Chateau Lafite in France."

He was a little nervous, holding the red wine and trying not to tremble, but his eyelids kept beating uncontrollably.

Zhao Chuanxin held the knife and fork in his hand, waiting for him to pour the wine.

When the wine was full, Zhao Chuanxin picked up the goblet, shook it, and took a sip: "Ah, this wine tastes slightly bitter and spicy, and it is frosted. It seems a bit like arsenic. It tastes really good."

"..." Hans von Pleasant's hair almost stood up, his pupils were shaking, and he said with a trembling voice: "You, you really know how to joke, how could you do that?"

"What the hell? No arsenic?" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly raised his head and widened his eyes: "How do you want me to drink wine without arsenic? Zhuo, is this how you treat guests?"

The waiter next to him trembled and looked at Hans von Pleasant suspiciously.

My heart said, you are so numb, don’t trick us.

Damn it, if it hurts Chi Yu, you will die badly!

Hans von Plessen took a deep breath and smiled a bit ugly: "Mr. Zhao, this is good wine, just wine. I hope you won't joke."

"Tsk, tsk." Zhao Chuanxin smacked his lips: "Okay, okay, no matter what ingredients you mix in, take it out and mix it in more for me before serving it up. I like that frosted texture."

Hans von Pleasant didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to stay. Finally, he gritted his teeth, took the wine away, and went back to continue stacking materials.

Bring it back and pour wine for Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin shook the goblet, looked at Chaoyang, and said with satisfaction: "That's right. It's all sticky. This is the feeling I want. It's not bad."

After saying that, he drank the heavily hung glass of red wine in one gulp.

Hans von Plessen filled Zhao Chuanxin's third glass of wine with slightly trembling hands.

Zhao Chuanxin had food and drinks, and one dish and one CD.

After the food was served, Zhao Chuanxin also finished eating and drinking.

He stood up with his hands on the table, his body shaking violently.

Hans von Pleasant's eyes suddenly widened and he stared at Zhao Chuanxin.

"Oh, this wine makes me drunk." Zhao Chuanxin staggered and sat down again, lying on the table and making no movement.

The chef was about to say a few words, but hesitated when he saw this situation.

Hans von Plessen made a sharp gesture to them not to come.

Then he plucked up the courage, stretched out his trembling hand and patted Zhao Chuanxin on the shoulder.

No movement.

He gritted his teeth and pushed Zhao Chuanxin with all his strength.

Still not moving.

Hans von Pleasant was ecstatic.

Damn it, today's greedy work actually came true, thank God for the gift.

He grinned: "Hahaha..."

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin, who was lying on the table, also burst out laughing.

Hans von Pleasant's laughter stopped abruptly and he backed away in shock.

But Zhao Chuanxin raised his head while leaning on the table: "Hahaha... It's really good. I haven't had such a good wine in a long time. Is there any more? I'll take it away."

Hans von Pleasant: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were blurred and he looked straight at Hans von Plessen, so scared that he peed.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hands and said, "Is there anything else? What do you want to say?"

"This..." Hans von Plessen broke out in a cold sweat: "Sir, there are no good vintages of Chateau Lafite's red wine, and the rest are not so mellow and sticky."

Damn it, if the arsenic is gone, why is it still sticky?

"What a shame, you guys in Germany are really dog ​​coins. You are not even willing to take out the wine to drink." Zhao Chuanxin stood up, staggered to the wine cabinet, and packed up all the 1900 vintage Lafite: "Go back and drink slowly."

Hans von Plessen saw that Zhao Chuanxin had not died of poisonous poison after drinking such a dose of arsenic. He muttered: "Sir, can we go?"

Zhao Chuanxin tried to take a step, but his steps staggered. He said with difficulty: "No, I can't walk anymore. I drank too much. Let's go and get William's car. I want to take the emperor's car to the south of the city, otherwise I will Won't leave."

Hans von Plessen saw that Zhao Chuanxin's face was not as rosy as a drinker's, but a little pale. Apparently, although he had not died of poison, he was probably on his deathbed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go right away."

"Okay, Hans von Pleasant, you piece of shit, you actually plotted against me?" Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned his face.

Hans von Plessen couldn't help but touch his waist, where a Mauser C96 was hidden.

He took two steps back, trying to use distance to create a sense of security.

"Mr. Zhao, what did you say? I didn't plot against you?"

In Hans von Pleasant's opinion, as long as it doesn't reach the point of breaking out, he cannot use force because he is not sure.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him with an angry face: "I heard that when an emperor travels, he not only needs a car, but the car must also be filled with wealth. Tell me, do you want to keep this money for yourself?"

"..."

Hans von Plessen's head was buzzing.

Damn it, what the hell is this? After drinking arsenic that can poison a herd of cattle, you still think about money?

He sneered in his heart, but was extremely respectful on his face. He bowed slightly and said, "Sir, I will go to ask the emperor for instructions. Please wait for a moment."

With that said, he turned around and ran away.

Kaiser Wilhelm II never went to the south of the city at all. How could he stand in danger of the city?

When Hans von Plessen came to report that he had tricked Zhao Chuanxin into drinking poisoned wine, Zhao Chuanxin was poisoned but did not die. However, after he asked to ride in the emperor's car and fill it with gold marks, William II Prime Minister Bertmann Hollweg and Field Marshal Leopold Maximian were stunned.

What the hell kind of brain circuit is this?

The Hohenzollern family to which William II belonged was considered the most powerful royal family in Europe.

Money, he really has it.

He gritted his teeth and said: "This greedy Asian is thinking about wealth even before he dies. Okay, go get 20,000 gold marks and lay them in the carriage for him. I will pay for it."

This money goes out with the left hand and goes back with the right hand, no matter how you calculate it, you won't lose money.

Twenty thousand gold marks, equivalent to 47,643 U.S. dollars, was really not a small amount at this time.

It cost 20,000 gold marks and weighed more than 300 kilograms. With the cart and people included, it would probably have to be pulled by two horses.

So, Hans von Plessen took a carriage covered with golden gold marks and went to the ancient bridge outside the ruins.

On the way here, he kept praying silently. It would be best if he waited until Zhao Chuanxin had already died of the poison.

However, things went against expectations. When he arrived, Zhao Chuanxin supported the chef and was bragging unsteadily: "We will have to compare our cooking skills in the future. If nothing else, I just saw that your knife skills are far worse than mine." …”

The chef looked dissatisfied, shook his head and said, "Sir, you don't understand me."

Seeing him like this, Zhao Chuanxin took out a ham from the car, took out the cyclone kitchen knife, and cut it in the palm of his hand.

Swish, swish, swish...

The thin slices of ham were flicked to the other side.

The chef's eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw Zhao Chuanxin moving his knife like flying skills: "This..."

It’s okay not to accept it.

And Hans von Plessen looked very ugly.

Didn’t he die from poison immediately?

Why are you so good at playing with knives?

It's not scientific.

Do you have to add half a pound of arsenic to the wine to poison him?

Zhao Chuanxin held the chef's shoulders and walked towards the carriage with difficulty.

The chef was also a good-natured person. He opened the door for Zhao Chuanxin and helped him get into the car.

Zhao Chuanxin saw the gold marks on the car. Some of these gold coins were engraved with the portrait of William I, while others were engraved with the portraits of kings or grand dukes of various principalities and kingdoms, but the weights were almost the same.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "Okay, okay, this is the emperor's car."

Hans von Pleasant gritted his teeth and asked, "Sir, can we leave now?"

Zhao Chuanxin slumped backward: "Let's go!"

The driver spurred the horses forward.

After Zhao Chuanxin happily secretly pocketed 20,000 gold marks, he suddenly said to Hans von Plessen who was riding a horse outside the window: "The meal is eaten, the carriage is seated, and the money is collected, otherwise today That’s it.”

"What?" Hans von Plessen could hardly believe his ears: "Is His Majesty the Emperor still waiting for you in the south of the city?"

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his stomach, his face full of embarrassment: "Maybe your meat is not too fresh, and I feel a stomachache. Otherwise, just forget it."

The meat is not fresh?

How fresh.

They are all freshly slaughtered, how could they not be fresh? None of this is fresh, so you can only eat raw meat.

If you have a stomach ache, that's because the poison is taking effect, you idiot.

The most important thing is that next to the cemetery on the southern outskirts of the city, barbed wire fences, trenches and artillery positions are all in place. At this time, you don’t want to go?

Seeing the sweat on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead and pale face, he thought that the arsenic toxicity in Zhao Chuanxin's body had begun to take effect, so he said with a cold face: "No, the emperor's apology ceremony can be canceled just by saying it is cancelled."

His courage gradually grew, and he began to speak unscrupulously.

There were more and more drops of water on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead.

But his smile was particularly bright in the morning sunshine in Berlin.

He suddenly stopped talking loudly and spoke clearly: "Hans von Pleasant, listen carefully, people will die if this continues."

Hans von Pleasant is a bastard who is determined to kill Zhao Chuanxin today.

Moreover, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was at the end of his fight, so he spoke forcefully and sneered: "When the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will be laid down, and blood will flow everywhere. People will indeed die. We'd better not make the emperor angry, and go to the south of the city as agreed. "

After saying that, he snorted again.

Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao Chuanxin, I guess you feel that the end is approaching, you feel that you are poisoned, and you want to hold back? There are no doors.

At this time, all the water drops on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead suddenly evaporated.

His voice became clearer: "Hans von Pleasant, it's not just the emperor who can kill millions of people and leave them with blood."

Hans von Plessen was already immersed in daydreaming about the post-war glory stage, so how could he listen?

He said disdainfully: "The German Empire will surely attract the attention of the world."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed and said no more.

The carriage swayed for a long time before reaching the southern outskirts of the city.

Hans von Plessen said in a stronger tone: "You wait here."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Okay."

"..."

Hans von Plessen noticed with sharp eyes that all the gold marks in the car disappeared.

The cold sweat on Zhao Chuanxin's forehead was dried by the cold wind or something, but it was gone.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his back and his eyes were no longer blurry.

He suddenly felt something was wrong.

But the arrow is on the string, and it has to be fired... There is no way out!