The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Hans von Pleasant is gone.

Hans von Plessen, who was walking away, still looked back from his horseback and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the cold wind, his coat fluttering and cigar smoke spiraling into the sky.

His uneasy feeling became stronger and he began to gallop on his horse.

He did not forget to tell the coachman: "Go back and report to the emperor that the gold marks on the carriage are gone, completely gone."

After walking to a safe distance, Hans von Pleasant took out his telescope and watched. The figure became blurred on the lens, and adjusting the focus did not help. This showed that it was appropriate to order the gunfire at this time, so he did so.

Boom, boom, boom...

Hans von Pleasant never put down his telescope, and he vaguely saw a blurry figure suddenly disappearing.

He thought that he was dazzled by looking at it for too long. After all, he had not blinked for a long time, which had caused his eyes to become tired and shed tears.

He fell into a huge self-movement: Look, after so many twists and turns and hardships, the butcher of the Far East, who was so powerful and exuberant, finally paid the price with his life.

"Blow it up, blow it up to death." Hans von Plessen wiped his tearful eyes, roared loudly, mounted his horse and ran towards the artillery position.

He eagerly wanted to operate the artillery himself. It was fun to shoot two 150mm howitzers, and it was not worth the worry.

His wish came true.

He pushed away a veteran and fired the gun at the angle he had already adjusted.

In the wild bombardment, he could no longer hear whether the shells he fired exploded.

Hans von Pleasant actually only fired one shot before he lost interest, became anxious again, and asked the veteran next to him unconfidently: "Do you think he was killed?"

"Sir, I'm not sure about this." The veteran was ambiguous: "After all, we have tried many times but failed."

Hansen von Pleasant was somewhat annoyed after hearing the inaccurate answer: "Why doesn't he die?"

At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder and said in a more anxious voice than him: "Blank, blow up someone, it's such a waste of time, are you accurate?"

Hans von Plessen was just about to get angry, but he was shocked, turned his head in disbelief, and saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing soft gold armor, with his mask pulled open, holding a cigar in his mouth and looking at him with a smile.

The artillery veteran also turned his head, trembling all over, gave up the artillery, and ran away on errands.

While running, he shouted: "The Butcher of the Far East is coming..."

"Sir, I..." Hans von Pleasant was no longer as arrogant as before.

There was only fear left in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "You can't even shoot accurately, so you must be punished."

After saying that, he kicked Hans von Plessen in the knee.

The power of the soft gold armor, the power of the violent armor, and Zhao Chuanxin's own power were superimposed, and he easily kicked the Kaiser's adjutant's leg off.

Click!

"Ouch..."

If Zhao Chuanxin doesn't kill him, he must keep a group of people to remember the fear brought by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held the cigar and stuck the cigarette butt in Hans von Plessen's mouth. The only thing left in his scream was "woo woo woo", and green smoke came out until the cigar was extinguished.

Zhao Chuanxin closed his visor, stretched, moved his neck, clapped his hands and said, "Come on, let's bleed like a river!"

He said and started running quickly, running along the artillery position, the modified Lugang M1907 in his hand kept clicking.

In the past two days, Xingyue made him enough magazines, which were filled with bullets equipped with alloy warheads and filled with oil root gunpowder.

Hans von Pleasant, whose voice cords became hoarse, saw that each artilleryman was shot in the head accurately by Zhao Chuanxin. Even while running at high speed, he would never hit the neck if he said he hit the head. His marksmanship was excellent. Horrible.

After running fifty meters and killing more than thirty artillerymen, Zhao Chuanxin held a gun to the head of the last one.

boom.

Then he loaded the howitzer, quickly adjusted its elevation, and fired a shot in a certain direction.

boom……

Seven or eight of the German soldiers who were ambushing behind the barbed wire were blown away by the air wave, and their flesh and blood were torn apart by the splinters, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Hans von Pleasant was in pain, but he completely forgot about the pain at this time. His body was like chaff, and a chill rose uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.

"He knows it all, he knows it all..."

This was the only thought lingering in his mind.

After Zhao Chuanxin fired two cannons, he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at the trench.

The trench broom held the Winchester M1897 in his hand, loaded the gun, Zhao Chuanxin waved the gun twice like a baton, and happily pulled the trigger.

Boom, boom, boom...

The trench broom lived up to its reputation. Blood surged in the trench, and the blood mist rose from the rows of Maxim machine gunners. People died one by one.

"Ah...the butcher from the Far East is coming..."

The machine gunner in the trench at the corner ducked to avoid being swept by the Winchester M1897.

Xingyue re-made a batch of Xingyue M1908 grenades for Zhao Chuanxin.

He pulled out the safety bolt, waited for a moment and threw it towards the trench.

Suddenly, the Xingyue M1908 fell into the trench accurately.

boom……

The two of them were blown away to both sides by the air waves.

The machine gunner further away reacted and turned his gun to prepare for the attack.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees slightly, jumped lightly, and jumped into the trench to move forward in a leisurely manner.

Tata Tata...

Zhao Chuanxin bent down to avoid the hail of bullets, walked to the T-junction ahead, held a Xingyue M1908 in each hand and threw it towards both sides.

Boom, boom.

Then he lay down at the T-junction, set up the Xingyue M1909 light aircraft, and fired single-handedly towards the north.

Tata Tata...

Gun smoke and flying dust can block people's sight, but they cannot stop the detection of stars and moon.

Zhao Chuanxin relied on the devil's foresight to provide a personnel distribution map and be able to strike accurately.

The man fell over his back, and the blood flowed into a river.

Field Marshal Leopold Maximian deployed four lines of defense for Zhao Chuanxin, one was an artillery position, one was barbed wire, one was trenches, and the last one was the army one mile behind the trenches.

At this time, the artillery positions, barbed wire fences and trenches were all destroyed, leaving only the last line of defense.

Zhao Chuanxin's operation was like this, using the trenches they dug to hide, and using the Maxim they had set up long ago to counterattack.

Tata Tata...

When the belt of a Maxim was empty, Zhao Chuanxin only had to jump up and immediately jump to the next Maxim to continue firing.

All the trenches dug by the German army were used as wedding dresses for Zhao Chuanxin.

Stealing the chicken will lose the rice.

…

Among Auguste Victoria's children, the most beautiful was undoubtedly Victoria Louise Hohenzollern, who was seventeen years old and in the prime of her youth.

In the south of the city, cannons rumbled and gunfire burst, but Victoria Louis was extremely confident.

She said to her mother: "Father will definitely make that Zhao Chuanxin look good, right mother?"

The warlike Wilhelm II only seemed relaxed and casual when spending time with his family. However, he still can't help but dominate his children's lives.

This has a particularly serious impact on the characters of several children.

Just like Victoria Louise, she feels that Germany is the most awesome in the world, and the rest are trash.

There is no way, her father William II has this attitude.

August Victoria was less optimistic than her daughter.

She said with a serious face: "Qian Qian, you have to know that Zhao Chuanxin may be the only true god left walking in the world, and mortals cannot harm him."

Prince Joachim loudly refuted his mother: "What kind of god is Zhao Chuanxin? He is just a swindler. Look, my father will kill him today."

August Victoria remembered the magic of Zhao Chuanxin, and quickly covered her youngest son Joachim's mouth: "Be careful, maybe God can hear you."

Victoria Louise pouted at her youngest brother.

Joachim struggled away and said loudly: "Father will be angry if he hears you say this. He will definitely be."

August Victoria yelled: "Shut up, I won't allow you to say these words today, not today."

In another office, Wilhelm II, Leopold Maximian and Bertmann Hollweg were also speculating on the outcome of the war.

William II seemed very excited. He was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about many scenes in his mind.

He thought about it, and went back to piece together Zhao Chuanxin's fragmented body, preserve it as cured meat or dried meat, and then show it to Nicholas II for a good look.

The guy who made him disgraced was vulnerable to the German army.

All it takes is a little trick to wipe out Zhao Chuan's salary.

He is so happy about success and has always been fascinated by such things as conquest.

Bateman Hollweg felt relaxed after hearing Hans von Plessen say that he had successfully poisoned Zhao Chuanxin. He felt that the overall situation had been decided and Zhao Chuanxin could not make a comeback this time.

Only Leopold Maximian, after hearing the sound of gunfire for so long, began to look serious.

William II noticed the veteran's demeanor and asked doubtfully: "Leopold, what's wrong with you?"

Leopold Maximian frowned deeply: "Your Majesty, perhaps we have to prepare for the worst."

After William II heard this, Long Yan was furious: "It's already this time, and you are talking depressingly?"

Leopold Maximian shook his head: "If everything goes well, the fight will not last so long. Listen, the gunfire continues."

William II's face was filled with uncertainty when he heard what he said.

Bateman Hollweg was unbearable. The two sides were fighting, and he almost wanted to leave first.

William II was very tough: "Just wait, there will be good news later."

…

There is certainly no good news.

Leopold Maximian planned the four-layered position with great foresight. It was a dragnet for ordinary people, but it was leaking from all directions for Zhao Chuanxin who could flash.

Especially after occupying the trenches, the trenches became an insurmountable gap for the rearmost infantry and cavalry.

Those jets of hot blood poured onto the cold ground, and over time even evaporated a layer of mist.

After Zhao Chuanxin repelled two waves of attacks and completely disabled the dragoons, the German army was completely defeated.

Thousands of German troops fled.

Zhao Chuanxin took the time to exit Soft Gold Armor, peed, and smoked a cigarette.

He was a little tired.

In this kind of battlefield, he won't be killed, but he may die from exhaustion.

After all, it requires a high degree of concentration and the state is not sustainable.

Zhao Chuanxin was lying in the trench, resting on the body of a fallen German soldier.

About five minutes later, suddenly, the "corpse" behind his head moved.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

He stood up, opened the "corpse" of the German soldier, and saw a familiar face.

It turned out to be Heinz Wilhelm Guderian who had met him before.

There was a fragment of a grenade stuck in his body, with two shotgun beads embedded in it.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian opened his eyes and did not flinch after seeing Zhao Chuanxin. He opened his mouth with difficulty: "I'm sorry, sir, because of my duty, I have to go to the battlefield to fight against you."

Zhao Chuanxin found it quite interesting.

He took out a piece of steel, refined it with the Old God's Crucible Brand, and melted it into a pair of long tweezers.

He used a knife to cut open Heinz Wilhelm Guderian's clothes, inserted the tweezers into the wound, and accurately pulled out the fragments and two marbles.

Then pour alcohol on his wound to disinfect it.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian didn't know whether it was because of shock or his strong willpower. He didn't say a word and let Zhao Chuanxin do whatever he wanted.

After sterilization and disinfection, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the blood was still gurgling, so he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the wound. The flesh and blood made a "sizzling" sound as it was cooked.

"Ah..." Heinz Wilhelm Guderian finally screamed,

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Maxim's ammunition chain box and sat on it.

He handed Heinz Wilhelm Guderian a cigarette, and he coughed heartbreakingly. The cough pulled at the wound, and he started to wail again.

"Sir, why did you save me?" Heinz Wilhelm Guderian asked blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a saber on the ground and scratched his nails: "I have a vague feeling that your boy is a talent. It would be a pity to die."

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said seriously: "Sir, I will repay your kindness."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his young face and said cheerfully: "Okay, I do good deeds and only ask for rewards. Ten years from now, if you are still alive, go to China to find me."

"..."

This is the first time I heard someone ask for something in return openly.

After all, there are many hypocrites in the world and few true villains.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian nodded solemnly: "Sir, I will."

However, Zhao Chuanxin was thinking: After ten years of fighting, if this kid is not dead yet, he will probably at least be able to fight. Even though he is a veteran, he can come in handy anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin cares about communication.

Stones from other hills, can learn.

It was so close to the Ming and Qing dynasties that the consequences of working behind closed doors were still vivid in our minds. At this time, people deeply hated being closed to the country, rather than labeling anything advanced other than praising themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin is inevitably tainted with a certain awe of "advancing with the times".

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his cigarette butt away, stood up and looked out. Seeing that the enemy was just running away and had lost the desire to attack, he paced to collect Maxim who was set up in the trench.

Such weapons on the battlefield cannot be discarded.

The more inventory the better.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian watched Zhao Chuanxin take off his magical armor, and watched the not-so-small Maxim heavy machine gun and ammunition box disappear for no reason before his eyes. He felt that everything was magical.

He is probably the second person in Germany who is willing to believe that Zhao Chuanxin is indeed magical.

"Sir, you know magic, right?"

"Superstitious!" Zhao Chuanxin put away the last stick of Maxim and scolded: "Being a man must be scientific."

"Ah this..."

In the following time, Zhao Chuanxin waited for William II to wave the flag and surrender.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian was injured and could not walk far. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not kind enough to send him back to the city or the military camp, he took off the clothes from his colleague's body and hid it three-story The outer three layers wrap themselves tightly.

But when Zhao Chuanxin was cooking, he actually brought him a portion.

The two of them were having a smokeless barbecue in the trench.

Zhao Chuanxin dipped the fat and thin beef into his mouth and took out a bottle of Lafite.

The ammunition box was the dining table. On the dining table, two goblets were filled with wine as red as blood. Zhao Chuanxin said: "These are all from your emperor. They are all good things. It's a pity that this bottle of wine is not available." Mix it with arsenic, otherwise it will give you a nice frosted texture.”

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian shuddered: "Sir, I don't think arsenic is for me."

He discovered that this master on the battlefield had superb knife skills and exquisite cooking skills.

Zhao Chuanxin built a coal stove for Heinz Wilhelm Guderian on site, with a brand new and bright chimney pointing straight to the sky.

The coal mine in the furnace does not need to be ignited, it will burn in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried about the 150mm howitzers in the artillery position, but then he thought about it, he didn't have a suitable place to store them. Besides, Eye No. 19 was inserted in the Krupp Steelworks in Essen. Why should he worry about not having artillery for the buildings near the water?

Zhao Chuanxin now has the ability to imitate various types of artillery by himself.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian had been secretly sizing up his idol.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and thought, his eyes drifting from side to side. It was obvious that his thoughts were far away.

What Zhao Chuanxin thought was that he could imitate the fearless pioneers and infinitely expand the warehouse under the white house in the small village of Quiteshalan in Puebla City, Puebla State.

Although the place is not very good, every time you go to the other side of the ocean at a very low cost, it is equivalent to opening up extra storage space in a different place.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin went out and handed a temporary copper eye to Heinz William Pleasant and said, "Hold it for me. Don't put it away, just put it outside."

Heinz Wilhelm Pleasant lowered his head and looked at the copper eyes, looking over and over again, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

But when he looked up again, Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared.

He stood up in shock and looked around. Where was Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhao Chuanxin used the energy fluctuation and convergence rune fragments to teleport to the white house.

At this time, the sun was rising over the white house, and smoke was rising in the small village.

The time is about eight hours slower than Berlin.

While Zhao Chuanxin was standing in the small courtyard, frowning and thinking, a young man and a fat man came together with the sheep.

When the little fat man saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the small courtyard, his narrowed eyes widened and he ran over quickly: "Sir, you are back..."

The young man said anxiously: "Juvencio, don't run. If you run around, Mr. Toric will beat me."

After hearing this, the little fat Juvencio Torric slowed down, waited for the little boy, and said: "Agure, this is the gentleman I told you. Sir, his name is Agure Ida, my father Hire him to herd our family’s sheep.”

Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses and waited until the two of them approached before speaking: "Hu Wenxiao, do you know who owns this house?"

"Sir, my name is Juvencio Torric, not Hu Wenxiao."

"Okay, Hu Wenxiao."

Juvencio Torric was helpless: "Sir, this house belongs to Nachito Gomez, and he also works for my father."

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands in his pockets: "Okay, Hu Wenxiao, help me call Nachito Gomez. I want to buy this house."

Before Juvencio Torric could speak, the sheepherder boy Agure Ida said disdainfully: "Sir, the house owned by the Gomez brothers is not easy to buy. I advise you not to provoke the Gomez brothers."