The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin asked Aguirre Ida and the other two: "How do you feel now?"

Miguel Esteban shook his head.

Aguirre Ida said: "Just like last time, I feel that the whole world is slowing down."

Justino opened his mouth and vomited with a "wow".

When Zhao Chuanxin killed for the first time, he felt the same as Aguirre Ida.

Now Zhao Chuanxin basically kills calmly at zero degrees.

He has no sympathy for the dead.

He led the three people forward, walked two miles, suddenly stopped, and shouted to the front: "Hand over the mule."

The three people still didn't understand because they didn't see anyone.

Martinelli, the captain of the rural patrol team, was questioning the mule a few dozen meters away. He was caught off guard when he heard Zhao Chuanxin's voice.

For a while, he didn't know how to respond.

But Martinelli thought that their plan had succeeded, and thought that Francia and Pablo's rural patrol team suffered heavy losses, Martinelli suddenly felt complacent and laughed wildly.

"Haha... I'll give you the mule? Why? You're from Francia, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin and his four companions emerged from the woods. Martinelli's men were few, only about twenty, but at least they were much more than four people.

They looked at Zhao Chuanxin and his companions with sarcasm.

Both parties were obviously rural cavalry patrols and bandits, but they were incompatible because they were in different states.

Besides, Martinelli felt that he was incomparable in wisdom and strategy, and looked down on all the heroes in the world at this time, and did not take Zhao Chuanxin and his four companions seriously at all.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar and gathered the dry grass leaves and branches stuck on his hair: "We are all family, give us some face."

Martinelli sneered: "Who the hell is your family? Get out of here."

Not only did Zhao Chuanxin not get out, he led his men forward: "Look at my brothers, they are all outstanding, their bodies are like iron, their bodies are hard, and they can make a hole in the ground when they fall. Are you sure you don't want to return the people?"

Martinelli restrained his smile and said coldly: "If you dare to take another step forward, I will let you and your iron brothers die."

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of the cigar: "I advise you not to do that. I know you are behind this matter. I saw it. Give the people to me, I will pretend that I don't know about it, otherwise I will report you."

Aguire Ida and others were surprised when they heard this. They didn't expect it to be like this.

And the mule looked at Zhao Chuanxin unexpectedly.

It was only after he fell into the hands of Martinelli and others that he figured out this.

Martinelli's face changed slightly, his triangular eyes twitched, and he whispered to the others: "Go."

The captured mule shouted: "He wants to kill you."

What good intentions can a bad guy like Mule have?

He just wants the scene to be more chaotic.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said to Aguirre Ida and others: "Hidden shooting left and right."

Seeing Martinelli ordered to shoot, Miguel Esteban frowned and said: "He dared to kill us?"

After all, they were all organized.

Martinelli said to his subordinates with a ferocious face: "Kill them and put the blame on the bandits like Mule."

The mule leaned against a tree like he was waiting to die, his eyes were empty, and he muttered: "In this confused era, what is the difference between you and us?"

Martinelli hit the mule's cheek with the butt of the rifle.

The mule spat blood on the ground, grinned and said: "Martinelli, pray that you don't fall into my hands. I usually cut a knife on the forehead of someone who angers me, and then peel off his face. So my men are cold-blooded and cruel, but they are still afraid of me."

Martinelli was not a bandit, so he couldn't help but shudder when he heard this, thinking that after dealing with these rural patrol policemen from Quetshalan, he must kill the mule by escaping.

Bang bang bang...

Gunshots.

Martinelli urged: "There are only four of them, beat them to death."

On the other side, Zhao Chuanxin taught by example.

He stepped sideways, his steps were inside his shoulders, and he did not leave the cover. Only his chest and head were outside. He took a quick look, but did not retract his body.

He said: "See, when you confirm that it is safe, don't retract immediately. The angle is the key. Expand a little each time to confirm more safe vision."

Then, he suddenly fired a shot.

A Veracruz cavalry policeman was shot dead.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "If there is an enemy, open fire first. Don't go back immediately after firing, otherwise you will lose the opportunity to suppress fire."

He was holding Aguirre Ida's rifle, leaning forward and pulling the bolt quickly.

Bang.

Another person fell to the ground.

Then he retreated back to the bunker and threw the gun to Aguirre Ida: "You try it."

Aguirre Ida did the same thing, but he was unlucky. The first time he leaned out, he ran into the cavalry policeman who showed up.

He could vaguely see the cautious and cunning face on the opposite side, and the black muzzle of the gun.

The instinct of fear made him want to shrink back.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg, and the sole of his shoe pressed against Aguirre Ida's upper body, preventing him from shrinking back: "Shoot."

Aguirre Ida subconsciously pulled the trigger.

Bang.

It missed.

He wanted to shrink back again to make it easier to pull the bolt.

But his body was still held back by Zhao Chuanxin's legs, preventing him from coming back: "Pull the bolt, continue."

At this time, the person on the opposite side shrank his head because of the gunshot.

Agure Ida's proficiency in pulling the bolt was particularly high when adrenaline surged. After pulling the bolt, according to Zhao Chuanxin's instructions, he raised the gun to the level of the assistant hand, with the butt against the shoulder socket, and the assistant hand Holding the fish bone, move your strong hand back to the handle.

This position is actually not suitable for this kind of rifle that is too long, and for people who are not good at small body shapes.

This is the training shooting method in Lugang Town. It is universal. The starting position of fighting, knife fighting, pistol shooting and Winchester M1897 shooting grip are all the same.

boom.

The bullet hit the opponent's abdomen.

At this time, without Zhao Chuanxin's compulsion, Agure Ida continued to pull the bolt and shoot because of his excitement.

boom.

Hit short.

He wanted to continue, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled him back.

"You're out of bullets, are you stupid?"

Ajure Ida: "..."

Martinelli was surprised when he found that three of his men were down.

There was blood at the corner of the mule's mouth next to him, and he sneered and fanned the flames: "Is that okay, you?"

Martinelli looked back for another butt.

The mule's head was buzzing from being beaten.

Zhao Chuanxin allowed Justino and Miguel Esteban to cross fire with Aguele Ida.

The pressure of life and death made the three of them perform exceptionally well and fight back and forth with the people on the opposite side.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, jumped up, and floated to the top of the tree. He pulled up a branch and rode on the trunk.

boom.

An enemy who could hit Justino was shot by him.

With him plundering the formation, the three of them had no danger. They only needed to practice the tactical essentials prescribed by Zhao Chuanxin step by step.

The first one to retreat was Agure Ida. His body had not grown yet, and his thin shoulders were already numb from the recoil.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that they were almost out of gas, he said, "Everyone, step aside. I'm going to start showing off."

Despite the soundness of his teachings, Lao Zhao never used those tactics, they were all wild tactics.

He rode lazily on the tree trunk and shot his little friend.

Occasionally, his upper body turned slightly, and the bullet missed him.

The three people under the tree were stunned for a moment.

How can I dodge bullets if I blanch?

Agure Ida believed that this was an ability that comes only after practicing those tactics to the extreme, so he was greatly encouraged: "Help me up, I can still fight."

"Just take a rest." Miguel Esteban didn't think so.

However, they saw Zhao Chuanxin alone, beating the other person crying for his father and mother, and then retreated after a moment.

Martinelli was left to yell helplessly and furiously: "Don't retreat, kill them for me."

At first, three people died, and he was just shocked and heartbroken.

Then more and more people died, and he felt trapped.

There are more and more lies that need to be edited, and how to explain them to superiors has become a big problem.

I had to mentally invent a few new charges against the mule.

Zhao Chuanxin moved back, and a bullet fired from the opposite direction hit the trunk of the tree. He slid down and reloaded at the same time.

After reloading the ammunition, Zhao Chuanxin landed and moved forward in a leisurely manner.

Every time someone fires a gun accidentally, someone will get angry.

Zhao Chuanxin fired while walking, while those on the other side were running wildly.

Agure Ida and the others were shocked when they saw it.

Can we still fight like this?

It wasn't until the remaining people on the opposite side stopped shooting and wanted to escape that Zhao Chuanxin stopped shooting and gave chase.

Because Agure Ida and the others were watching, he did not blatantly use the holy light channel to flash, but relied on his two legs to leap across the ridge.

Even so, the speed is astonishingly fast.

For example, a bush that is more than one meter high and three meters wide. Others need to cut through the thorns, but he stepped over it in one step, as light as if it had lost gravity.

Carrying the Mondragon M1908 rifle, Zhao Chuanxin took out the confiscated Colt revolver from his waist, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and pressed the hammer with his left hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

After a round of shooting, Martinelli was left alone with the mule running.

He listened to the screams of his men, his heart beating like a drum, and he stumbled and fell over a vine.

When he fell, the mule fell with him.

Their faces scratched by thorns were covered in red marks.

Just as he was about to stand up, he was stepped on in the face.

Martinelli looked at the tall Asian mounted patrol policeman from the corner of his eye, and shouted in fear and despair: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I know General Victoriano Huerta, you kill him I'll be in big trouble..."

Zhao Chuanxin held Martinelli's face with a cigar. The hot butt of the cigar made Martinelli scream.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "You're so smart, are you the only one who can blame me? Isn't there a scapegoat next to you? I'll kill you first, and then I'll report that a mule killed you."

Martinelli froze.

I blanch.

Sure enough, if you come out to fool around, you will have to pay it back sooner or later.

The mule sneered: "Unless I die, I will not confess under any torture."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said cheerfully: "What you said makes sense, I will help you."

After saying that, under the astonished gaze of the mule, Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stamped it down.

Click!

Click!

Click!

Three feet stomped the mule's head into the soil.

Moments before his death, the mule suddenly realized his remorse: Sure enough, those who talk badly will end badly.

Martinelli screamed in terror when he saw the miserable state of the mule.

At this time, Agure Ida and the others also arrived.

Justino dissuaded him: "Don John Constantine, you cannot kill this man. He is the captain of the cavalry patrol in Veracruz."

Martinelli said with a crooked look: "Yes, you can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the machete from Ajure Ida's waist, chopped a branch diagonally, and then swung it with the tip of the branch.

puff……

Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands: "There is no one who cannot be killed. Clean the battlefield and search for loot."

Then the machete came down on the mule's neck.

laugh……

"Justino, holding the mule's head up is all merit."

Justino: Why is it me again?

Martinelli, who was nailed to the ground by a wooden stake, was not completely dead.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's cruelty, he was frightened to death.

When others die, the pupils dilate.

He died, his pupils tightly constricted.

When Zhao Chuanxin led the three of them, they rushed back to the Sanchakou battlefield.

Francia and Emiliano Zapata are still fighting.

The peasant uprising army was poorly equipped, but had slightly larger numbers and a tenacious will to fight.

The Kuitsalan Rural Rural Patrol has a small number of people but is well-equipped.

The two sides fought evenly.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin coming back, Francia didn't know whether she was surprised or happy.

Just as he was about to ask questions, he saw Justino holding an unrecognizable human head in his hand.

The words were swallowed back immediately.

After a while, he said uncertainly: "Mule?"

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the ground, drinking water from a fused quartz glass bottle: "Yes. Guys, are you okay? I'm very worried about you."

Even Pablo was embarrassed by this question, how could it be any better?

Francia was shocked: "How did you four kill the mule?"

Zhao Chuanxin opened his mouth to lie: "That's it, Mule and the Veracruz Rural Patrol Police worked together to besiege us. But when the fight started, Mule was afraid of death and wanted to escape. At this time, Veracruz Martinelli, the police captain of Luce, quit his job and wanted to arrest Mule and return him for reward. However, Mule was not easy to bully. When I arrived, Mule pinned Martinelli to the ground with a piece of wood. On the ground, the death was miserable. At this time, Agure, Justino and Miguel rushed forward bravely, beat the mule's men to death, and Miguel jumped up and stomped on the mule's head. After stepping on it for more than a thousand times, the mule was trampled to death..."

Ajulei Ida and the others were dumbfounded as they listened to Zhao Chuanxin making up lies without blushing or out of breath.

Francia frowned, obviously not believing it.

But the mule's head is undoubtedly here.

He rolled his eyes: "Since you are so brave, then go around behind this group of bandits and outflank them with us."

Pablo hesitated to speak.

This John Constantine is so evil.

If you force him now, if he rebels, won't they all be wiped out?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin collected the water bottle and obeyed Francia: "Okay, what do you say? Brothers, let's go."

The three of them, Ajure Ida, dragged their tired bodies. Although they were full of doubts, they still followed Zhao Chuanxin and left, preparing to take a detour from the forest for a sneak attack.

After getting out of the sight of Francia and others, Miguel Esteban asked the doubt in his heart: "Don John Constantine, do we really want to fight again?"

Although the three were not seriously injured, they were exhausted and unable to fight anymore.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of jujube cakes and shared them with the three of them: "You three are hiding here. I'll be back soon."

Because Xingyue told him that the people here were not bandits, nor were they rural patrols. People from all directions were entangled, and the fight was most likely due to misunderstanding.

No one can figure out the specific reasons.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to go over and find out...