mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1049: Precious: Exploded by Bandits

After the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs responded to Lugang Town and the Qing government respectively, seeing that they did not react strongly, especially Lugang Town, it notified the Consul in Changchun to act at his discretion.

After receiving the letter, Shibata Yojiro went straight to Mitsui & Co. to ask them to buy the land.

This piece of land was where Changchun prefect Song Chunting planned to open a port. It was located between the north gate of Changchun and Erdaogou.

Song Chunting has posted a notice and dug a boundary ditch.

However, the Manchuria Railway secretly purchased goods from local villagers in the name of Mitsui & Co.

I don’t know how the process works, and I don’t know what’s so dirty about it.

Anyway, after Song Chunting found out that the commercial port area he had planned had been stolen and bought, he immediately went to the Japanese consulate to find Shibata Yojiro in a rage.

"Mr. Shibata, I have designated this place as a commercial port. Please instruct Mitsui & Co. to return the land they have purchased. Those who have not purchased it are not allowed to buy it again."

Shibata Yojiro, who was described by Shengjing Times as "gentle and fair, always willing to help others", showed another overbearing face at this time: "Sir Song, the Japanese rent and buy real estate, which is included in the secret agreement, and China should not prohibit it. Even the Changchun Commercial Port should be approved by the Chinese and Japanese government, not opened by Jilin Province itself."

Song Chunting was furious: "You insist on doing what you want. I have detained the villagers who sold land to the Mantetsu privately. Let's see who dares to sell land privately. Unfortunately, my words don't count. Otherwise, Changchun Prefecture should be like Lugang Town. Although private property is inviolable, it cannot be sold to people from other countries without authorization. Otherwise, it is a crime of treason. I will report this to the court!"

Shibata Yojiro's eyes became sharp, and he said sinisterly: "Sir Song, buying and selling land is free. Lugang Town is arrogant and rude, oppressing the people, and even causing tragedy and suffering the consequences. I advise you not to mention Lugang Town."

Song Chunting snorted, "Lugang Town oppresses the people? That's strange. I've heard that everyone yearns for Lugang Town. It's you Japanese who have been gathering intelligence in Changchun Prefecture, interfering with the establishment and development of regional commercial ports, and favoring the Japanese while oppressing and plundering the local people."

Shibata Yojiro thought that if Song Chunting really punished those villagers who sold land privately, probably no one would dare to sell land.

He said coldly: "Master Song, please release these villagers. I will formally submit a request for their release to the Changchun Prefecture government in the name of the consulate."

The end result was that Shibata Yojiro not only did not return the land, but continued to buy it illegally, and actually went to Changchun Prefecture to negotiate and demand the release of the relevant villagers.

He also sent people to sow discord in the countryside.

Look, we, the Japanese consulate, are helping you get justice.

But your government office is detaining your own people.

At the same time, they slandered that it was because Lugang Town prohibited private land transactions that the villagers retaliated by placing bombs on the train.

……

Following what Zhao Chuanxin said, Liu Baogui repeatedly asked the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs to cede territory and pay compensation.

The content of the reply telegrams from the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs was more sarcastic than the last: The civil and military officials and businessmen of the powerful countries were all indignant after hearing this news. The tyranny of Lugang Town will eventually backfire. The proposal to cede territory is really rude, please don't mention it again...

Everyone is watching you having fun, why are you still talking nonsense here?

Cede land as compensation? Why? Who do you think you are? Should I give you land?

Liu Baogui didn't want to do this.

He has been in a bad mood all day.

But Zhao Chuanxin instructed him to do it, so he had to do it.

……

Sakhalin.

The original Bo'an Village in Fuxiang County has now completely become the land of the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin agreed to let the Japanese who were not registered as members of the Peacekeeping Bureau remain where they were.

But today, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly issued a notice: Those who do not join the Peacekeeping Bureau will be immediately expelled from Bo'an Village and moved to Neilu Village, Fuxiang Town, Sanjiang Village and other places to find their own accommodation.

When this announcement came out, the Japanese were stunned.

They went to Kuroda Toshiyoshi and cried, "Sir, please help us. It's so cold, is Zhao Chuanxin going to freeze us to death?"

So, Kuroda Toshiyoshi went to find Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and patted Kuroda Toshiyoshi on the shoulder: "Xiaoliangzi, you Japanese have a large population, what's there to be afraid of if a whole village dies? Just let them die, Zhao will take care of it if anything goes wrong."

Kuroda Toshiyoshi's face turned dark.

You hold it in your pocket? What do you use to hold it? The screen in the movie theater?
He suppressed his anxiety, restlessness and anger, and forced an ugly smile on his old face: "Lord Zhao, please have mercy. Even if you want to chase people away, don't do it at this time of year. Otherwise, people will really die."

"You Japanese are common mammals that can be found everywhere. They are no different from cows, sheep, and pigs. Since cows, sheep, and pigs can survive the winter, Zhao believes that you can too."

"you……"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly turned hostile and glared at Kuroda Riyoshi: "Little Riyoshi, you're giving your mother a hard time, aren't you? I told you, if you don't join the Peacekeeping Bureau, get out immediately. The deadline is tomorrow night. If you don't leave, the Peacekeeping Bureau will come to your door with guns, and don't blame Bo'an Village for being stained with blood!"

Kuroda Toshiyoshi knew that this was because the Japanese had bombed a South Manchuria Railway train outside Lugang Town.

Zhao Chuanxin was very angry.

He went back in dismay.

The Japanese people looked at him pitifully: "Sir, what's wrong?"

Kuroda Toshiyoshi brushed off the snow on his body and shivered from the cold.

Looking at these poor people, he sighed, "Tonight, pack your bags. Tomorrow I will find a cart to take your luggage to other villages for temporary settlement."

There was a sudden sound of ghosts howling in the office.

Someone cursed: "Zhao Chuanxin will not die a good death!"

"Keep your voice down. Will you be okay if Zhao the butcher hears you?"

Some of these people left because they didn't want to move, after all, their houses were here.

After some discussion, some people decided to join the Peacekeeping Bureau.

Some people were not happy about it, but they were afraid of Zhao Chuanxin's methods, so they had to pack their bags.

Kuroda Toshiyoshi couldn't let them freeze to death or starve to death.

……

When Zhao Chuanxin came to Sakhalin to explore the area last year, the Japanese Karafuto Prefecture's official office was still located in Odomari Town.

But in the second half of the year, the Karafuto Prefecture Government Office was moved to Toyohara City.

The Japanese forces in Sakhalin belonged neither to the Ministry of Internal Affairs nor to the Japanese outside.

Perhaps this is because the Russians are eyeing us covetously from the north.

The chief executive of the Karafuto Prefecture Government Office, Yukihira Shirakawa, was hosting a dinner party. Not only Japanese but also British and Russian civil and military officials and merchants from northern Sakhalin were present.

Among the Russians were doctors, prison wardens, and so on.

"Zhao Chuanxin is domineering, but evil will be punished. He has a head of iron and an arm of steel, but his subordinates are not. If all his subordinates die, he will be the only one left. How many nails can he hammer with his body of iron?"

Baichuan Yukihira smiled and said, "The anti-Zhao Society has given me some inspiration. Zhao Chuanxin occupied the Bo'an Village in my Fuxiang County and ordered the exiles to be pardoned and become free citizens of the Peacekeeping Bureau. What do you think Zhao Chuanxin would use Bo'an Village for if all these people died? Shouldn't he just hand it back obediently?"

A merchant hesitated and said, "Sir, I heard something today."

"What's the matter?"

"Zhao Chuanxin made a movie called "Sakhalin Bitter Journey", the protagonist is Peter Grebin, who is now the image spokesperson of the Peacekeeping Bureau. He gives speeches everywhere, not limited to the North and South Islands. Wherever he goes, no one dares to stop him from entering and leaving freely. There are countless people who have been bewitched. If this continues, I'm afraid..."

Shirakawa Yukihira disagreed: "He's just an actor."

The man looked serious, "Sir, you underestimated this movie. Movie tickets cost 10 kopecks per person. The Peacekeeping Bureau has only one screening room that can accommodate 60 people. It shows movies from morning till late at night. It can show 7 shows, and every show is full. Japanese and Russians in the South and North Islands waited so long to watch the movie that their ears and toes were frozen. The doctors who treated frostbite are said to be able to build a house after this winter."

Every show is sold out?

Shirakawa Yukihei silently calculated, 42 rubles a day, 10 rubles for 420 days, if it is kept for a hundred days, that would be a profit of 4200 rubles.

It was just a small screening room.

It is said that Zhao Chuanxin built many cinemas in China, each of which has multiple screening rooms.

The largest one, such as the Shanghai Internet Cinema, can accommodate thousands of spectators.

Shirakawa Yukihira said jealously, "If it runs for a whole year, it's hard to imagine how much money he can make! He is such a greedy glutton who is plundering the people's blood and sweat."

The man was stunned for a moment. "Sir, I want to say that Peter Grebin, this Russian, is causing great harm. This can be seen from the people's love for "The Bitter Journey to Sakhalin". So we must be on guard!"

He thought to himself: Why is your focus so solely on money?

At this time, a drunk Russian with a red face came into the room and asked: "Guess what I saw when I went out to pee just now?"

"Did you see a bear? A tiger?"

The Russian shook his head, his tongue twitching even more as he spoke: "I looked up at the night sky and saw colorful fireworks floating in the sky."

"I do not believe."

"If you don't believe me, follow me."

Several people went out with him.

They looked up at the dark night sky, and sure enough, there was a colorful firework circling in the sky.

“Oh God, what is this?”

"Could it be an angel?"

"I've heard that angels have wings and can fly, but I've never heard of angels emitting colorful rainbow light."

"Wait, there is a dark shadow..."

Before he could finish his words, he was enveloped by a blazing white light.

boom……

boom……

Two loud bangs.

Shirakawa Yukihei's official residence was engulfed in flames.

Three generations of dragons were floating in the sky. Zhao Chuanxin opened the cabin door and looked down at the fireworks.

After Xingyue and Zhao Chuanxin experienced the confession situation, their words became more emotional.

It sighed and said, "If it weren't for its high value, I would really like to set off a few more to see how gorgeous they are, even more gorgeous than fireworks."

Zhao Chuanxin was shocked, but he was wondering whether he could survive such an explosion.

A bit hanging.

He asked: "Stop talking nonsense and report the data quickly."

Xingyue said: "The explosion of the XY10 bomb produced deadly fragments that flew 130 meters. An XY10 bomb dropped on a building could penetrate at least 50 centimeters of concrete; another bomb dropped on the flat ground outside the house, forming a pit about three meters wide and about one and a half meters deep. Because it was frozen in winter, if the weather was warm, the pit would be estimated to be four meters wide and two and a half meters deep."

"..."

Every generation has its own war and god.

There is a god in every version.

In contemporary warfare, Zhao Chuanxin = no solution.

But as for the next generation, or the generation after that, it’s hard to say.

After all, he is a fake indestructible body.

The god of war in future wars can only be some kind of weapon or machine.

"Are there any survivors?"

Xingyue said, “Yes.”

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

If there are survivors here, then there is a high chance that he can survive as well.

"Another one?"

Xingyue stopped him: "Wouldn't it be a pity to blow up too many existing buildings?"

"You have a point."

Zhao Chuanxin closed the hatch and slowly accelerated. In the air, the third generation of Youlong could not rely on the Misty Traveler engine to accelerate, but only on the rainbow particle jet engine.

The 2-meter acceleration is not 8 seconds, not 13 seconds, not even 30 seconds, but a terrifying seconds.

When accelerating, even Zhao Chuanxin himself was trying his best.

"Fuck, what the hell is this about being able to travel on land, sea and air? This is clearly a bull cart in the sky, a floating target."

Xingyue said: "So I asked you to repaint it black to hide it."

"Hidden? The colorful flame tail is shining brightly at night. All I need is to hang a banner to tell the Japanese - I, Zhao Chuanxin, am here."

So Zhao Chuanxin chose to land slowly, sail to Aniva Bay, and then speed across the sea to Sapporo, Hokkaido, Japan in half an hour.

At this time, he activated the anti-force rune fragments and used the rainbow particle jet engine to make the third-generation dragon take off at the speed of a sky lantern. It slowly moved forward to the sky above Sapporo and dropped the remaining three XY10 bombs.

boom.

boom.

boom.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin did not linger at the crime scene and immediately drove away.

Zhao Chuanxin watched the fireworks show tonight. He was so excited that he didn't plan to go back to rest. Instead, he rode the third-generation dragon and galloped northward.

He saw a faint blue light on the ice floes in the Sea of ​​Okhotsk and excitedly went over to investigate.

"Xingyue, check to see if there are any Predators or Aliens or anything like that."

"Don't be silly. I remember the movie you mentioned. Even if there are Predators and Aliens, they are no match for you. Predators are just strong and have thermal imaging detection equipment and automatic tracking weapons. Am I not ten thousand times stronger than the thermal imaging detection equipment? Even a small Predator army can be killed by you. The Alien is even weaker. It only has the advantage of speed. I consider it a hero if it can last two rounds under your hands."

Zhao Chuanxin wore a knitted hat and a fur-brimmed parka to protect against the blizzard at sea.

He looked curiously at the floating ice that was glowing blue under his feet.

Xingyue explained: "It should be the light emitted by plankton and blue algae frozen into the ice."

Zhao Chuanxin lost interest after watching for a while, so he rode on the third-generation Youlong and arrived at the Kamchatka Peninsula after forty minutes.

Even in the 21st century, most of this area is still undeveloped, let alone now.

The local indigenous people were almost wiped out by the Tsar’s Cossacks two hundred years ago.

The remaining descendants of the indigenous people have recovered somewhat in recent years and still live on the peninsula, but in small numbers.

It can be said that this place is even more miserable than Sakhalin.

After Zhao Chuanxin came ashore, he activated the light blade and casually cut off a piece of alder. After pinching it with his fingernail, he realized that the wood was not suitable for building a pillar because it was too loose.

It is suitable for use in vehicles such as wooden boxes for transportation, after all, it is light enough.

He cut some alder, pine and other wood and transported them back and forth to Quetzalan.

Xingyue gives a distribution map of surrounding organisms on his glasses.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

The island looks desolate, but it is actually full of vitality.

Because the winter nights here are so long, animals have to move around at night, otherwise they will starve to death.

Zhao Chuanxin saw animals such as foxes, flying dragons, rabbits, wolverines and bighorn sheep wandering around.

If you go deep into the forest, you will definitely find large beasts like brown bears.

He turned on the reaction shoulder straps and moved in the air in the forest by pushing the tree trunks with his feet and grabbing the branches with his hands.

This way you don't have to get stuck in the snow that's thick enough to bury you.

A group of bighorn sheep were migrating to a certain place. They were trudging through the snow with great effort. Unexpectedly, disaster struck. Zhao Chuanxin quietly got behind a bighorn sheep and slashed it with a knife.

laugh……

Zhao Chuanxin slaughtered two sheep, causing panic among the flock, but they could do nothing.

Other carnivorous animals often miss the opportunity to have a meal because they are stuck in the snow and cannot extricate themselves.

The wolf is a typical example.

But they have never seen a predator floating in the air.

Zhao Chuanxin did not over-hunt, only two sheep, eight flying dragons, and one badger.

Kamchatka Island is indeed a barren land that made the people of the Tsarist Russian Empire shudder.

Zhao Chuanxin walked for a long time but didn't see any signs of civilization.

Here, people suffer while living, and animals suffer too.

Back at the beach, Zhao Chuanxin saw traces of ice being broken.

The local indigenous people make a living by fishing and hunting, and they have to fish even in winter.

Zhao Chuanxin used a light blade to cut a hole in the ice.

Xingyue said, "Go one mile further and dig into the ice to see if anything can be done."

Zhao Chuanxin chiseled the ice but was not in a hurry to cast the net.

Construction maniac Zhao Chuanxin used the thick cut sea ice to build an ice house to block the wind, took out the stove and started a fire with dry firewood picked up from the forest, picked up the flying dragon, cut it into pieces, stir-fried it with lard, added soup and soaked dried hazel mushrooms.

There are two stoves in one oven, and on the other stove is a pot for steaming rice.

Xingyue complained: "Wherever you go, you will leave traces of architecture."

For example, the underwater bedroom in Hulun Lake has been abandoned for a long time, and the steps outside have long become a resting place for otters.

His permanent residences were only the small house on the banks of the Ergun River, the basement in Kuitshalan, his home in Lubin Prefecture, and his home in Lugang Town.

Zhao Chuanxin covered the pot, then used a skewer to thread a piece of venison and smoked it over the firewood under the stove.

He said: "I came, I built, I conquered."

Xingyue said: "Since I gained self-awareness, I often wonder if I have received the wrong information. In this sentence, is it me who saw it, or me who built it?"

"I'm an architect, that's for sure." Zhao Chuanxin said confidently.

When the rice and the chicken and poisonous mushrooms were ready, Zhao Chuanxin took out a dinner plate that was bigger than his butt and two soup bowls that were bigger than his face.

Pour all the rice into the plate and put two soup bowls of stewed mushrooms.

He put the roast venison aside and scooped a few spoonfuls of stewed chicken and mushrooms on the other side of the plate to prevent the smell from spreading.

Xingyue: "You are such a professional eater. Sometimes I also want to try what human food tastes like."

"Listen to my advice, don't have such thoughts, desire makes people bad."

"Don't tell me what the people in power and the capitalists are telling the poor. It's just that suffering is a blessing, and a simple life is the truth. People should know how to be content. Being a laborer is the most glorious..."

"Fuck, I don't remember telling you this?"

"Can't I listen, watch, and summarize? You let the free people of the Peacekeeping Bureau spend whatever they earn. If they earn a little more, you make a movie for them to spend in the cinema. I guess next, when the weather gets warmer and the flowers bloom, you will build houses on a large scale and issue mortgages to completely trap them. Am I right?"

"I'm Zhuo." Zhao Chuanxin was shocked: "How can you still answer first? Is there anything else?"

Xingyue said: "I guess you will let the Russians and the Japanese get into bad habits such as bride price and gift-giving, which will further squeeze their monthly wages. Build roads, introduce cars, and car loans. Let Huajie clothing brand enter Sakhalin, and luxury goods such as perfumes and lipsticks will flood the market, making women flock to them and men pay for hormones..."

The stars and the moon talk incessantly.

Zhao Chuanxin held the rice soaked in chicken and mushroom soup in the air and forgot to put it into his mouth for a moment.

"Haha, why don't you take the position of the Peacekeeping Bureau's top mediator?"

Xingyue said vigilantly: "Bai Nao, I have independent consciousness, but I have no desires, only curiosity."

Zhao Chuanxin happily chatted: "I can also make Valentine's Day, 5211314, Chinese Valentine's Day, Christmas Eve, Christmas, birthdays, anniversaries of a happy breakup, and other festivals that require gift-giving, and even the first cup of milk tea in spring, summer, autumn, and winter. I want them to work like slaves by pinching their philtrum, and if the big coins in their pockets make a sound, I lose."

"You seem very sinister." Xingyue said, "But in fact, you are not kind at all."

"Aren't you feeling sorry for them?"

Xingyue was helpless: "We'd better stop this kind of boring thing where you doubt me, I doubt you doubt me, you doubt me doubt you doubt me. I am actually an inseparable part of your body. Have you ever seen someone fighting with their own body?"

"Yes, I have. I have seen many people whose eyes, mouths, and keyboards are active, but whose limbs are not active. Some people don't even use their brains. They are led by the nose every day."

"..."

"Okay, let's start fishing."

The Sea of ​​Okhotsk is known as the Pacific Icehouse.

Really cold.

Zhao Chuanxin cast his net, and when the cold wind blew, the parts of the net that touched the water turned into ice.

The reason why the ice is broken repeatedly and the net is lowered after a long wait is to give the fish time to discover that the oxygen content in the seawater here is higher.

With one cast of the net, you can catch salmon, herring, and haddock.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged out the fishing net, shook the fish onto the ice, and immediately pulled the net in.

……

Sato Masayoshi and Levitan waited for a long time at the door of the Peacekeeping Bureau wearing thick cotton coats.

They saw a figure emerge from the blizzard under the light of the lighthouse.

It’s Lord Zhao Chuanxin.

Lord Zhao Chuanxin was carrying a shoulder pole with "odds and ends" hanging on both ends.

Wow, four deer legs and a bunch of frozen fish stuck together...

"Huh? I was just looking for you. Send these to the barracks as extra food for the Peacekeeping Bureau."

The two tried to catch it at the same time, but almost fell to the ground.

This horse must weigh at least 200 to 300 kilograms, right?
No wonder this shoulder pole is as thick as a telegraph pole.

"Sir, the residence of Shirakawa Yukihira, next to the Karafuto Prefecture Office in the south of the island, was bombed! Dozens of people died, including Russians, British, and Japanese."

Sato Masayoshi and Levitan said with grins on their faces as they carried fish and meat.

"Oh, such a tragedy actually happened?" Zhao Chuanxin punched his chest with his fist: "Zhao is deeply saddened. It hurts, it hurts so much."

Levitan couldn't bear it and dropped the carrying pole to the ground, almost knocking down Sato Masayoshi.

He pursed his lips and said, "Sir, do you always smile when you are in pain?"

"That's right. I have facial paralysis. The corners of my mouth can only rise, not fall. If I wasn't worried that my tears would freeze in the corners of my eyes, I would have burst into tears. Quick, draft a document and send a telegram of condolences to Fengyuan City on behalf of the Peacekeeping Bureau."

Sato Masayoshi carefully looked at Zhao Chuanxin's expression and said, "Shirakawa Yukihira was seriously injured, but he was not killed in the explosion."

"What? Why didn't he just die?" Zhao Chuanxin blurted out, and then hurriedly said: "Oh, what I mean is that he actually survived, which is really a cause for celebration. By the way, what is the level of disability? Is it worse than death?"

Sato Masayoshi: “…”

……

Lugang Town.

Telegrams were sent from the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Qing government at the same time.

The Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs telegraphed: Japan and Lugang Town are separated by a river and treat each other with courtesy and friendship, but Lugang Town, in its reckless attempt to cede land, failed and blew up the red brick building of the Hokkaido Provincial Government and surrounding houses, causing more than 100 casualties. The cause and effect of this case are clear, and even a three-year-old child can see the crux of the matter. After the bombing, the Japanese Empire demanded that Lugang Town punish the criminals, pay compensation, and cede land, so that the anger of the military and civilians can be quelled, otherwise the sword will be used face to face...

They only mentioned that the Hokkaido Prefectural Government Office was bombed, but did not mention that Shirakawa Yukihira of the Karafuto Prefecture Government Office was bombed, resulting in dozens of deaths and injuries.

Even with this, Liu Baogui felt relaxed all over: If you put it that way, then I'm not sleepy anymore.

He immediately replied: It is completely false. The highway hall of your country was bombed by bandits. Although Lugang Town is grief-stricken, the bandits did not act according to the will of Lugang Town. Another piece of advice: If you reduce taxes, reduce your harshness on the people and your external ambitions, you will be surprised to find that there will be no bombing anywhere...

Liu Baogui felt secretly happy in his heart: With so many deaths, it seems that black powder is not used to pass on the torch!

(End of this chapter)