mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1003 Killing indiscriminately
However, Zhao Chuanxin advanced from Tieling to Fengtian and exchanged fire with the Japanese army. He was not far from Xu Shichang's Governor's Mansion and could even hear the sound of artillery.

Xu Shichang was also worried, so he hurriedly summoned Zhang Zuolin, Wu Luzhen and others, and sent many troops, not to take part in the war, but to gather intelligence instead, so that he would have an excuse if the court held him accountable.

It's only about 20 to 30 miles in total. If we ride at full speed, we'll arrive in an hour or so.

Zhang Zuolin now has seven battalions of troops under his command, about three to four thousand people.

He beat the drum to call for his troops, and he only brought one battalion of soldiers, about 500 people, and he had to repeatedly order them: "No matter who you are, report your name when you meet someone, do not engage in a firefight with the Japanese, and do not offend Zhao the charcoal worker."

Not to mention the rest.

When Zhang Zuo-lin hurriedly arrived, another infantry battalion was transported by the South Manchuria Railway and arrived at the same time.

The battle was in full swing, with guns and cannons roaring.

The moon was nearly full and the sky was not dark, but it was still difficult to see far.

The sound of artillery fire soon stopped, and the sound of gunfire continued intermittently.

Zhang Zuo-lin had been on long-distance raids to suppress bandits for several years, and had fought many battles, but just hearing the sound of gunfire was really confusing.

It seems somewhat weird.

He raised his hand: "Let's go a little further."

After all, the artillery fire has stopped, so there is no big problem.

It so happened that a group of Japanese defeated soldiers went through a small path through the woods and onto the main road, where they ran head-on into Zhang Zuolin's troops.

This group of Japanese defeated soldiers saw a large group of people on the ground under the big moon and thought that they were reinforcements coming.

But there was no joy on their faces. Instead, they ran and shouted, "Retreat, retreat quickly, and gather in the south."

Zhang Zuolin: "..."

When more than a dozen Japanese defeated soldiers got closer, they saw that they were a battalion of the Fengtian Patrol Battalion's cavalry and infantry. Their steps became a little disorderly, and they didn't know whether they were enemies or friends.

In order to avoid misunderstanding, Zhang Zuolin quickly sent someone to bring them back for a chat.

"Don't panic, we are soldiers from Fengtian Prefecture. I want to ask you..." Zhang Zuolin said, "How is the war going at the front?"

A Japanese soldier who could speak Chinese took a deep breath and said with a pale face: "So? Zhao Chuanxin killed nearly two thousand of us."

Zhang Zuo-lin was shocked: "Didn't the battle just start not long ago?"

He heard that Oshima Yoshimasa had only sent two battalions and a number of independent railway garrisons.

In the afternoon, news came from Tieling that Zhao Chuanxin had raided the military camp.

At night, Zhao Chuanxin fought with the Japanese troops heading north along the South Manchuria Railway. In just three hours, Zhao Chuanxin alone killed more than 2,000 Japanese soldiers. What does this mean?

He chased Taoke Taohu, Yashi, Baiyin Dalai and others for such a long time, how many people did he kill?
"Stop talking nonsense and get out of the way. We need to join the main force. If we're any later, Zhao Chuanxin will break through our position and chase us."

The Japanese soldiers were impatient.

Zhang Zuo-lin rolled his eyes, but ultimately did not stop them and let them leave.

But he followed quietly from behind.

It was early spring now, and the temperature in Liao was slightly warmer than in Lugang Town, but it was still chilly.

On the left are the peaks and mountains, and on the right are the farmland covered with mist.

Sure enough, another group of Japanese troops arrived at dawn. Under the constraints of their officers, they were not allowed to speak. They marched secretly, gathered the defeated soldiers as they walked, and lowered their voices when asking questions.

Zhang Zuo-lin suddenly saw a group of people separated from the Japanese army and heading towards the farmland in the nearby village.

He frowned.

After a while, shouting, cursing, crying, and begging for mercy were heard.

Zhang Zuo-lin and his men all looked unhappy.

"Commander, what should we do?"

Zhang Zuo-lin clenched his fist and said, "Come closer quietly and take a look first."

There was a sergeant in the Japanese army named Yoshitaka Yasuda. He led a group of soldiers and picked out local people in the villages along the road.

It was the middle of the night and there was a war outside, which would have been fine, but the Japanese invaders broke into the village and captured them. How could the people not be afraid?
When they got louder, Yasuda Yoshitaka had people punch and kick them, shouting, "Shut up! If you don't shut up, I'll chop off your heads."

Some people have not yet lost their minds due to fear and shut up.

Some people, even though their minds are blank, still cry, especially children who are naive.

This Japanese infantry battalion originally wanted to march in secret.

Wouldn't it be possible to reveal one's whereabouts by crying and making a fuss?

Yasuda Yoshitaka's name contains both "Shan" and "Xiao" (filial piety), but he is a person who has nothing to do with those two things.

He raised the bayonet attached to his rifle and stabbed a boy of seven or eight years old in the back.

The child let out an "ah" and then there was no sound.

When the boy's parents saw this, their eyes became bloodshot and they could not accept this scene. The mother fainted and the father wanted to fight back, but Yasuda Yoshitaka pulled out his bayonet and stabbed him in the chest, killing him.

This time, Zhang Zuolin saw it clearly.

"Fuck you, the Japanese deserve to die!"

Having said that, he is a tyrant, not a hero. If he rushes out at this time, he might get into a firefight with the nervous Japanese army, which is not what he wants.

So he suppressed his anger and continued to watch.

At this time, the sound of gunfire came from far away.

Yoshitaka Yasuda's face changed slightly, and he quickly led the people back to the team, then hid and ambushed on the spot, waiting for the opportunity.

Zhang Zuo-lin and his men held their breath, not daring to make a single sound, they were extremely nervous.

After a burst of terrifying gunfire and Japanese screams, a figure emerged from the woods.

Zhang Zuo-lin and others opened their eyes wide before they could vaguely make out an outline.

The subordinate breathed rapidly: "What is that? Is it a ghost?"

Zhang Zuolin said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid that Zhao Tan Gong, who is more troublesome than a ghost, has arrived."

The subordinate asked: "Commander, should we sound the alarm? After all, the Japanese are lying in ambush ahead."

Zhang Zuolin didn't wait for a reply, but vaguely saw the dark human figure, who seemed to turn his head and look at them. Suddenly his heart beat faster and his blood boiled.

This man is full of murderous intent, and it's scary just to look at him from such a distance.

Afterwards, a soft light and shadow passed through the night and reached the ambush site of the Japanese army. The light and shadow moved sideways, appearing and disappearing.

Then there were screams, groans and exclamations.

"what……"

Everyone was anxious and wanted to know what happened, but they couldn't get what they wanted.

It's just a guess that the Japanese army suffered a great loss in silence.

I think that charcoal worker Zhao must have discovered them long ago.

But what kind of mysterious method is this that shocks the world and makes ghosts cry?

Zhang Zuo-lin was puzzled.

The Japanese army finally opened fire.

bang bang bang...

The smoke was thicker than the fog, and the gunfire covered the moonlight.

Boom, boom, boom...

The sound was not from the Japanese artillery firing, but rather from explosions in the Japanese positions.

The subordinate grabbed his hair and said, "Commander, what on earth is this? A bomb?"

"No, even the fuse would produce a flash. There is neither the sound of the cannon nor the flash of fire."

Zhang Zuo-lin also wanted to know what new weapons Zhao Chuanxin used.

This kind of weapon can cause great losses to the enemy in night combat without anyone noticing, and he also wants it.

The Japanese were fighting fiercely and the explosions never stopped. Zhao Chuanxin alone actually created the effect of a vast army.

Zhang Zuo-lin and his subordinates were also stabbed in the buttocks with a knife - their eyes were opened.

Finally, the Japanese army could no longer resist, and some of them brought out the villagers they had captured. Several of them shouted in unison, "Zhao Chuanxin, are you going to kill your compatriots?"

Zhang Zuolin cursed: "Fuck you, the Japanese are despicable and shameless."

His subordinates were also filled with righteous indignation and started cursing.

Someone asked, "Commander, do you think Zhao Chuanxin will be threatened by the Japanese?"

Anyway, the explosions stopped.

Zhang Zuolin sneered: "Zhao Tan Gong is a life-saving Vajra, a ghost-curing Zhong Kui, and a thunderbolt Bodhisattva. He may save people, but I'm afraid he won't care about the casualties."

Zhang Zuolin, who was extremely ambitious, had long understood that the biggest opponent outside the Great Wall, apart from Japan and Russia, was Zhao Chuanxin.

So he knew Zhao Chuanxin very well.

Sure enough, he was right.

Zhao Chuanxin's voice was loud and far-reaching in the darkness: "Do you think I'm Liu Bei's uncle? Don't do this."

His voice was intermittent, making it difficult to tell where it came from.

When the Japanese were shouting, they would look around.

They said, "Wait, Zhao Chuanxin, we want to negotiate."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice came from the darkness: "My strength does not allow me to negotiate."

boom……

Yasuda Yoshitaka: “…”

Then, Zhang Zuo-lin and others saw red lights flashing in the Japanese positions and heard screams and exclamations.

Zhang Zuo-lin was shocked and said: "Zhao Tan Gong rushed into the Japanese position."

This was something he had not expected.

After all, the Japanese army was not bandits like Taoke Taohu and Yashi. They were regular troops, well-trained and fully equipped.

Even if Xiang Yu were to be resurrected, he would not dare to collide with modern firearms in this way.

But Zhao Chuanxin dared to do it.

After only a short while of fighting, the Japanese army raised the white flag.

Zhang Zuolin and others were dumbfounded: "Are the Japanese made of paper?"

He quickly sent a brave and careful person to sneak closer and check under the cover of darkness.

After a while, the man turned around and told Zhang Zuolin: "More than half of the Japanese troops here were killed or wounded. No wonder they surrendered."

Zhang Zuo-lin was shocked: "Fuck, this is amazing!"

One person started the fight, and it took him very little time to kill so many people. He killed people faster than pigs. In the past, Zhao Chuanxin had never fought so smoothly.

Zhang Zuo-lin thought to himself that he was expanding, but Zhao Tan Gong had also made progress in the past two years.

Since we have Yu, why do we have Liang?

A thought suddenly came to my mind: How great it would be if Zhao Tan Gong died suddenly.

Of course, this is just a thought and I definitely wouldn't dare to show it.

Just as he was guessing, Zhao Chuanxin's voice came from the other side: "Lao Zhang, now that you're here, why are you playing hide-and-seek?"

You are taking up this VIP seat, and you think I can't see you, right?

Zhang Zuolin saw his men were terrified, so he stepped forward and said with a wry smile, "No, no, I am a neutral party."

But he could only show up with his people and walk over.

Yasuda Yoshitaka straightened his clothes, brushed off the dust, and glanced at the captured civilians. Of the twenty or so people captured, only nine were left alive.

Bullets have no eyes, and Zhao Chuanxin cannot save everyone's lives.

Yasuda Yoshitaka came to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Mr. Zhao, I apologize for my rude words and impoliteness."

He said this without blushing or breathing heavily.

Zhang Zuolin, who had just arrived, felt his face twitching as he heard this, and he really wanted to expose this man's ugly face.

Some people knelt down and cried, "Zhao Zhanshen, Zhao Shenxian, Zhao Daren, the Japanese devils killed many of us. They stabbed our children to death. It was these devils. Please help us..."

Outside the Great Wall, everyone knows Zhao Chuanxin.

When he learned that the person in front of him was Zhao Chuanxin, the hope burning in his heart overwhelmed his fear.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and looked at Yasuda Yoshitaka, who looked like a decent man. "Is that so?"

Yasuda Yoshitaka's vicious eyes pricked up, and he glared at the commoner fiercely: "Mr. Zhao, there are bound to be casualties on the battlefield. These are all trivial matters. Today, I come here on behalf of the Kanto Governor-General Oshima Yoshimasa to negotiate with you. We..."

Before he could finish his words, Yasuda Yoshitaka ducked down.

He looked down in astonishment.

Zhang Zuo-lin, his men, the surviving civilians, and the Japanese soldiers present all looked in the direction Yasuda Yoshitaka was looking.

I saw that both of Yasuda Yoshitaka's legs were cut off at the knees. His calves were still standing on the ground, but his upper body had fallen down.

"what……"

Yasuda Yoshitaka screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, his big hands gripped the back of Yasuda Yoshitaka's head with four fingers, pressed his thumb into his eye, and said through his teeth: "Fuck you, this is just a small matter, right?"

puff……

His thumb popped out Yasuda Yoshitaka's eyeballs.

Everyone present shuddered in unison.

"Ah..." The scream of Yoshitaka Yasuda was creepy.

Of course the scene is even more terrifying.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his finger, and the blade of light slashed across Yasuda Yoshitaka's shoulder blade, creating a cut and rolling up the skin and flesh.

Zhao Chuanxin thrust his palm hard into the flesh and blood, held down Yasuda Yoshitaka's head with one hand, and dug his finger into the wound with the other hand.

"what……"

Zhao Chuanxin used all his equipment to gain bonuses and tore it apart with all his might.

laugh……

After growing up, I finally got to experience tearing the Japanese apart with my bare hands.

Yasuda Yoshitaka was in good physical condition, not only did he not die, he didn't even faint.

It was just that he was too frightened, his gallbladder and bile duct contracted violently, squeezing the bile into the digestive tract and vomiting it out.

"Wow……"

Until the day Zhang Zuo-lin was killed in the bombing, he still remembered this scene.

Everyone present was a warrior, and they were used to seeing life and death, but they had never seen this.

The few surviving civilians even forgot the pleasure of revenge.

Four people fainted at the same time.

The other five people felt numbing on their scalps and could not move their hands and feet.

Zhao Chuanxin followed the same method, cutting first and then tearing off Yasuda Yoshitaka's other arm.

He picked up his broken arm and smashed it towards Yoshitaka Yasuda's face.

One, two, three...

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his arm and stood up straight, his dark Chaos Armor covered in blood plasma.

He is indeed the living devil who just climbed out from the eighteen levels of hell.

None of the Japanese soldiers present dared to kill another Chinese person during their lifetime.

They will never forget the scene before their eyes in their lifetime.

Zhao Chuanxin killed Yasuda Yoshitaka, turned around, and looked at the other Japanese soldiers: "Drop your weapons."

At the command, all the Japanese soldiers dropped their weapons.

It's so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

When they dropped their weapons, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stepped forward, took out his Lugang M1907 and fired repeatedly. He emptied the volley of bullets and fifteen people fell.

"Mr. Zhao, we have already laid down our weapons and surrendered."

Some Japanese soldiers collapsed and shouted.

"What do you mean by surrender or not? If you guys don't accept it, pick up your guns and we'll continue."

Japanese soldier: “…”

Zhang Zuo-lin was extremely nervous. After all, they were also present at the scene. In the chaos of the battle, who could protect whom?
Fortunately, these Japanese were frightened by Zhao Tan Gong. Although he killed people indiscriminately, they still did not dare to pick up the gun.

Zhao Chuanxin commanded the surrendering Japanese troops: "Those who can still breathe should stand up straight and stand in a vertical row."

The Japanese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were lined up horizontally, they might be lined up to be shot.

But if they are arranged in a vertical row, there is no big problem.

They stood in a row, carrying the wounded and the disabled.

Zhao Chuanxin was still directing: "Hey, you, you come in a little bit..."

Zhang Zuo-lin didn't understand what was going on and didn't dare to ask, he just watched from the side.

When the Japanese troops were almost all in position, Zhao Chuanxin retreated ten meters and took out his bow and arrows.

He raised his voice with his vocal organs: "Remember, if you don't die after I shoot you with this arrow, I will let you go."

After saying that, he bent his bow and shot out the arrow.

Zhang Zuo-lin and his men finally understood what the soft halo they saw in front of them was.

The Poverty Arrow pierced the chest of the first person in the team, and then pierced the second and third people without slowing down...

Because of their different heights, some people were stabbed in the chest, some in the neck, some in the abdomen, and of course, some were only stabbed because they were standing crookedly.

In short, the arrow of poverty flew silently backwards and strung candied haws for the Japanese prisoners.

The Japanese prisoners finally understood Zhao Chuanxin's intention.

But it was too late to fight back now.

The dead were all gone, the seriously injured but not fatal were rolling on the ground in pain, and those who were slightly injured or unharmed were kneeling on the ground crying and having mental breakdowns.

"Fuck you, that's so cruel!"

Zhang Zuolin thought to himself: This man is even more bloodthirsty than before.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and was in front of Zhang Zuolin in the blink of an eye. He tapped his shoulder lightly, which made Zhang shudder.

"Old Zhang, I heard that you were instrumental in suppressing the bandits, earning seven battalions of soldiers with your blood and tears?"

Zhang Zuolin was afraid.

What if this guy gets so angry that he gets killed too?
He answered honestly: "It's all thanks to Governor Xu's support."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Well, I'll find a place to sleep, you guys have fun here, eat and drink well, and treat this place as your own home."

Zhang Zuolin: "..."

The ground is full of broken limbs, debris, intestines, spleen and lungs. Who the hell would treat this as their own home?

He had a bitter face and was about to speak when Zhao Chuanxin's figure disappeared.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin left, Zhang wished he had wings on his back and immediately waved his hands: "Retreat, retreat, damn it, let's run away, quickly, quickly..."

He ran back to the Governor's Mansion to report.

Xu Shichang asked about the situation, and Zhang, who was still frightened, stammered and recounted what had happened.

Xu Shichang looked sad.

It's not that I feel sorry for the Japanese, I just can't get used to such cruel methods.

Although he didn't see it in person, it was scary enough to imagine it.

Zhao Tan Gong is really cruel.

He felt that killing prisoners was wrong.

But this was just a thought. At least he didn't dare to tell Zhao Tan Gong now, for he was worried that he would kill him without knowing right or wrong.

The court was still waiting, so Xu Shichang didn't care that it was the middle of the night and hurriedly sent a telegram to the court.

At this point, the conversation became concise. Xu Shichang only said that Zhao Chuanxin defeated the Japanese army, but did not mention any details.

Zaifeng replied: Zhao Chuanxin's intention to seize power and seek personal gain is obvious. If he builds a railway, danger will be imminent. Order Zhao Chuanxin to return to Lubin Prefecture immediately. The success or failure depends on Bu Wu...

When Xu Shichang saw the content of the telegram, he sighed three times.

In the past, if the emperor suspected you of rebellion, you would be in danger.

Now the protagonist has changed to Zhao Chuanxin. The emperor suspects him of rebellion, but he dares not say it himself and has to ask Xu Shichang for help.

Xu Shichang again tactfully persuaded Aisin-Gioro Zaifeng to take the long-term view.

This kind of tough order is obviously no different from farting to Zhao Chuanxin, and it might even arouse his rebellious psychology.

In particular, Zhang Zuo-lin told Xu Shichang that Zhao Chuanxin was now more powerful than before, and killing the Japanese army was as easy as chopping melons and vegetables. It was obvious that the new army was no match for him.

The two sides discussed back and forth, and finally came up with a solution...

(End of this chapter)