mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1050 Tonight, Tokyo is sleepless

The telegram from the Qing court: The terror of bombs has caused slander in China and abroad, which is absolutely unacceptable. The Japanese have been sharp since the Meiji Restoration and are very powerful. Once the war starts, Lugang Town will be outnumbered in Changchuan, Hulutao, and Linjiang County, and the Japanese will be displaced, and the Northeast will be ruined. It is difficult to avoid the crime of the country, and the people will be helpless...

Liu Baogui tugged at his cotton coat, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and replied: The Japanese wanted to bomb our Lugang Town, but you kept silent. After the Japanese were bombed, you wanted Lugang Town to take the blame. The imperial court was ignorant of the military and had no preparations. Do you think my Lugang Town is as useless as you? Let him be strong, the moon shines on the river. Let him be arrogant, the breeze blows over the hills. Although it has nothing to do with us, the Japanese can easily find a pretext to accuse us. They can just cross the Yalu River and fight!
After sending the telegram, Liu Baogui felt his scalp tingling and goose bumps all over his body.

The spicy one next door, if you don’t agree, just fight.

When Zaifeng received the reply, he was so angry that his nose almost became crooked.

In the past, the two sides had exchanges of contacts, although rarely, but always politely.

This time it was different.

Just because Liu Huaqiang, Hu Er and others were nearly killed in the bombing and reported to the Qing court, they did not even pretend to condemn Japan.

Baogui also has a temper.

……

Before daybreak, the Japanese invaders from South Island piled up wood and built obstacles in Yuanbo County.

This is equivalent to an alternative trench. There is no other way because the frozen soil cannot be dug.

Everyone in Sakhalin knew who they were guarding against.

Matsudaira Kunyang rode a horse-drawn carriage northward, with more than a hundred people in front carrying wooden shovels to clear the snow and clear the way.

"Faster, faster."

A blizzard from the Sea of Okhotsk continued all night.

The roads were buried.

White air was coming out of the horse's nose, and it was infected by its master and became more anxious.

By noon, we were finally almost there, but we saw many logs piled up in front of us.

Matsudaira Kunyang stuck his head out of the car and said, "Move the wood away and let me pass."

"Sir, this is from the Defense Peacekeeping Bureau."

"I'm going to the Peacekeeping Bureau. Let me go quickly. None of you can afford to delay important matters."

Just as the logs were moved away, a group of Japanese civilians who looked like refugees arrived from the north.

They carried the old and the young, with large and small bags, and several broken horse-drawn carriages loaded with the gifts were slowly on the way.

"Go back quickly and let me go first." Matsudaira Kunyang was so anxious that sweat covered his forehead.

He went to negotiate with Zhao Chuanxin.

Some people blushed, "Zhao Chuanxin chased us away. We finally got here, and now you want to chase us back? Although you are a noble, don't force me to yell out - Bakayaloo! Otherwise, no one can bear it!"

Seeing that they were making a fuss, Matsudaira Kunyang became so angry that he simply got off the car, told the driver to drive away, and he took his men to walk to the Peacekeeping Bureau.

"Move aside, move aside. My legs are already hurt, why don't you move aside?" Matsudaira Kunyang pushed the crowd: "If you are a step slower and the explosion happens again, you will all be guilty."

"Zhao Chuanxin chased us away, and you said we were sinners. There's no way out, so I'm going to die now?"

"Step aside."

"No, unless you help us settle down and prepare resettlement funds for us."

"Baga, do I look like the Lord of Heaven?"

Matsudaira Kunyang's followers punched and kicked to clear a path and finally got through.

When we arrived at the peacekeeping bureau territory, a group of peacekeeping soldiers were clearing snow from the road.

So the roads here are much easier to travel.

When Matsudaira Kunyang passed by the Fukuko Tavern and the temporary location of the Lubinfu Bank, he saw a long queue outside.

He said to his followers, "Go and ask them what they are doing."

The attendant came back quickly: "Sir, they are processing the loan procedures for buying a house."

There aren't many houses around here?
Matsudaira Kunyang was confused: "Where is the house?"

The attendant said, "The house will be built next year."

"..."

He ignored it and hurried to the Peacekeeping Bureau's stone tower.

The defenders in the stone tower told him that Zhao Chuanxin went to the Fuxiang Tavern.

Matsudaira Kunyang stamped his feet and said, "I just passed by there."

Inside the Fuxiang Tavern.

Ken Nakamura asked Peter Grebin, "Have you also applied for a mortgage?"

"Yes."

Nakamura Ken ate a salted egg and said, "Are you crazy? The Peacekeeping Bureau has only been established for less than a year, and you dare to take on a 30-year mortgage?"

"What do you know? Have you seen the model drawings? The house is beautifully built and exquisite. I don't have to live in the open air or squeeze into someone else's house anymore."

"Since you treated me to salted eggs," Nakamura said, "my advice is - if you can repay the mortgage, repay it as soon as possible. Otherwise, you will suffer for the next few decades."

"You are still young. When you grow up, you will understand the importance of a house."

"Yeah, I'm so young, I'm not as stupid as you."

"You..." Peter Grebin wanted to scold him, but then he remembered that he was now a spokesperson: "The adults said that I will film in the future, and the Peacekeeping Bureau will pay me a weekly salary of 7 rubles every time I give a speech, so I don't have to worry about repayment."

Matsudaira Kunyang went into the tavern with the church priest.

He was surprised and asked the priest: "Can clergymen drink alcohol?"

The priest brushed the snow off his hat and pointed to the piano in the corner of the tavern. He said, "I am here to protect the piano. Every Sunday, we push it to the church to play hymns. This piano is the pride of the whole town. I must take good care of it, for fear that drunkards and fools will damage it."

"Well then," said Matsudaira Kunyang, "you are a good and conscientious priest."

The priest nodded, without even glancing at the piano, and went to the bar and knocked on the table: "Give me a glass of vodka."

Matsudaira Kunyang: "..."

The tavern was noisy, smoky, and filled with the smell of alcohol and perfume.

People were shouting and most of the tables were full.

Only the small table in the corner was occupied by one person: Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing glasses, with a cigar in his ear, and his pencil was drawing on the paper.

There was also a plate on the table, filled with dry, greasy, and ruddy diced rabbit meat, accompanied by crispy chili segments and sesame seeds.

A highball glass was filled with red guava chunks and rosemary, clearly a cocktail.

Now that he was here and had seen Zhao Chuanxin, Songping Kunyang breathed a sigh of relief and was no longer anxious. He went to the bar, pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said to the bartender, "Give me an identical cocktail."

"The cocktail is fine, but the cup is not. That is Lord Zhao's special wine glass. He is worried that public wine glasses may spread diseases. His Lordship's caution is admirable."

"That's exactly what I'm worried about."

"Why are you worrying about nothing? Why are you being so pretentious? There are only communal wine glasses, use them if you want."

"idiot!"

Songping Kunyang held up a wine glass and sat down opposite Zhao Chuanxin.

He stretched his head and took a look: "Master Zhao, is this a bullet? Why does it have a tail? What are these words? Why have I never seen them before?"

Zhao Chuanxin closed the book and said unhappily, "What are you looking at? Is this something you can read?"

The text is from Rune City, and the picture is the improved bomb that was just designed.

It’s just that the size of a bomb cannot be seen on paper, so it’s understandable that it was mistaken for a bullet.

Matsudaira Kunyang was scolded and was very unhappy.

He sat up straight and said arrogantly, "Master Zhao, I am speaking to you on behalf of the Empire of Japan."

"What do you want to tell me on behalf of the little devils?"

"It's not the devils, it's the Great Japanese Empire." Matsudaira Kunyang said angrily: "Mr. Zhao, please don't insult our Great Japanese Empire."

"Okay, what does the Devil Empire want to say?"

Matsudaira Kunyang took a deep breath and said, "Mr. Zhao, our police and military police are searching for explosive remnants near the Hokkaido Provincial Government. I believe there will be results soon. Before that, Mr. Zhao, don't you want to explain anything?"

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a piece of rabbit meat with a small steel fork, picked up the cocktail and took a sip. It was sour and sweet and great.

"Did you find out that I was peeping at the widow Vodionova bathing? Well, I'll be honest. I did covet her body for a moment, but then I thought about it and realized that she was not the kind of chaste woman who was covered in rust.

It has long been polished smooth by many people."

The priest next to him brightened his eyes and said, "Sir, this is wrong. Women are like pianos. The older they are, the better the tone."

"..."

"Since you are playing dumb, I will speak frankly. The bombing of the Hokkaido Prefectural Government in Sapporo must have something to do with Master Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table and said, "I will say this today - even if the king of heaven comes, it is still the work of bandits!"

Matsudaira Kunyang said angrily: "Lord Zhao, as I said, we are already looking for remnants, and I believe we will find some clues."

"Then you can go ahead and look for it. If you find out which gangster is responsible, Zhao will spit on him. That's it, ah... tui!"

Isn’t it a coincidence?
Zhao Chuanxin's saliva actually got on the edge of his cotton boots.

Matsudaira Kunyang: "..."

priest:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin looked embarrassed: "This is purely a coincidence."

Matsudaira Kunyang stood up angrily and prepared to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin: "Wait."

Song Ping Kun Yang said sarcastically: "What, Lord Zhao wants to blow me up too?"

"Matsudaira, we are old friends, so it's not necessary to talk about bombs or not." Zhao Chuanxin took the cigar from his ear and lit it. "I just want to give your country some advice. Of course, good advice is unpleasant to the ear. If there is any offense, it is purely intentional... No, please forgive me."

Although Songping Kunyang was angry and felt that Zhao Chuanxin was a dog's mouth that could not spit out ivory, he was well aware that the more Zhao Chuanxin talked, the more likely he would be to reveal his true colors.

So he sneered: "Master Zhao, please speak, I am all ears."

"When people do something wrong, they should be brave enough to take responsibility. For example, your Anti-Zhao Society almost killed my colleagues, and from the name I know they are not friendly to me. At least you should cede 40,000 square kilometers of land to them as a token of your gratitude, right? Otherwise, it's unjustifiable, isn't it?"

Matsudaira Kunyang sneered: "Master Zhao has a big appetite. How many square kilometers is the entire Japan? Moreover, how much land will Master Zhao have to cede to us as compensation for the bombing of Karafuto Prefecture and Hokkaido Prefecture?"

"Why the hell don't you understand what I'm saying? I told you, that was done by gangsters."

Matsudaira Kunyang sneered: "Then I also said that the bombing of your people was also done by bandits. Besides, who exactly blew up the Karafuto Hall and the Hokkaido Prefectural Hall? Maybe we will soon have a conclusion."

After saying that, he walked away.

……

The Sapporo County police actually found a piece of intact debris.

This piece of broken paper is long and has words engraved on it in Japanese.

It says: I am a gangster.

Police around: “…”

Several British, American and French journalists were on the ground following the police investigation.

Seeing that the shrapnel was found, the sound of "clicking" was endless and everyone took pictures.

After taking the photo, ask what is written on it.

After hearing what the police said, the reporters' heads were buzzing: It was really the work of gangsters.

……

As night fell, when Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave the Fuxiang Tavern, Peter Grebin stopped him and said, "Sir, I want to make a movie."

He knows very well that his current fame is brought by movies.

If he made a few more films, perhaps his status in some people's hearts would surpass that of God.

"Peter, listen to me." Zhao Chuanxin said earnestly, "The entertainment industry is a complicated place. If you stay in it for a long time, you will become dirty. Ah, stay away from me. I think you are dirty."

"..." Peter Grebin said devoutly: "Sir, please let me shoot two more films."

"Oh? Well, since you don't mind the dirt, you can practice the boxing I taught you and do more fitness. I'll let you perform twice more later." Peter Grebin got what he wanted and returned to the bar: "Bartender, give Ken Nakamura two more salted eggs. It's my treat. Really, sometimes I feel that praying to God is not as useful as praying to adults."

Nakamura Ken coughed and said, "Since you think that the Lord is comparable to God, then you can give me a portion of the rabbit meat that the Lord just ate, as a holy communion for me."

"That's enough. How can a beggar be so picky about food?"

"..."

When Zhao Chuanxin walked out, he was stopped by several Japanese female technicians.

They said exaggeratedly: "Sir, since the Russian women came, we are almost unable to eat. You have to think of a solution for us."

They do steal business, but it can definitely not be called destroying one's job.

In fact, Japanese women are more popular than Russian women.

Zhao Chuanxin coughed and whispered, "I will teach you two mantras. Remember them well. How much you can understand is up to you."

The girls' eyes lit up: "Please speak, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin said in a low voice: "My father died early, my mother is sick, my brother is in school, and my family is broken."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

A group of female technicians pondered for a moment and said, "Wow, your words are quite meaningful."

"How deep?"

"Almost stomach deep!"

"From the top or from the bottom?"

"Ah this..."

Zhao Chuanxin left the tavern, suddenly felt something and looked around.

Xingyue said: "There are several Japanese nearby who are watching you, but they are not armed."

It turns out that this is the purpose of Matsudaira Kunyang's visit!
Zhao Chuanxin tightened his collar, put on his hat and walked back humming a song: "The plum blossoms in the coldest days of winter have turned the snow all over the mountain red, and the crescent moons of the withered branches shine on people as they sleep. The boy walks on the snow with his hat to keep his face warm, and it's time to go to bed again when he gets home..."

Several Japanese who were hiding and almost freezing wanted to die after hearing this song.

Xingyue said: "Matsudaira Kunyang left, but he left behind a lot of people. There are also people near the stone tower."

"Could it be that they want to blow me up?"

"Then no, they don't have bombs."

“That’s pure surveillance.”

After Zhao Chuanxin went upstairs, he lit the lamp first and then the fireplace.

Looking from below, the heavily frosted glass windows were dimly lit.

The chimney on top of the tower began to smoke.

The Japanese who were monitoring them felt even colder when they saw this.

Suddenly, they were cheered up because Zhao Chuanxin came out again.

"Sure enough, these are just a trick. He is going to go out and do evil again."

"Damn you, Zhao the Butcher!"

However, Zhao Chuanxin untied his belt and slid on the snow piled up outside the stone tower when he was clearing the snow.

The Japanese scout saw Zhao Chuanxin shuddering and muttered, "Oh, luckily my urine is not yellow, otherwise it would be too unsightly."

After peeing, he kicked the snow next to him with his boots to cover the snow hole.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and went back to the stone tower.

Japanese:"……"

The lights on the third floor were still on, and the flames flickered.

They waited and waited, and after an hour, their feet were numb from the cold, and stamping their feet was of no use.

"Our hats can't keep out the cold wind, damn it!"

"The shoes aren't as thick as Zhao Chuanxin's."

"My clothes are thinner than his."

"The key is that he is inside the house and we are outside."

"Look, there is another figure moving around. It must be Zhao Chuanxin who robbed the woman and caused trouble at night."

Someone stamped his feet and felt unconscious.

He took off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and leaned against the snow pile, preparing to rub his feet with his hands.

As a result, the little finger broke when it was touched.

"..."

He no longer felt the pain.

The rest of the people were panicking: "There's a wooden shovel over there. Let's take turns shoveling the snow. We won't feel cold if we move around, and it can also hide our tracks. They won't question the people who are diligent in clearing the snow, right?"

"Okay, let's do it."

Inside the stone tower, Zhao Chuanxin and Xingyue had just finished making three improved XY10 bombs.

The controllable part of fragments lies in the texture. When the energy needs to be vented, the shallow parts will naturally break.

Zhao Chuanxin deliberately left a long, thick space to carve the words.

He came to the window on the other side of the stone tower and pressed his palm on the window. The frost on the glass gradually melted away, and Zhao Chuanxin peeked out of the window and appeared.

After flashing out of the observer's sight several times, Zhao Chuanxin took out the third-generation Youlong and rode into the sea.

It took him an hour and a half to travel thousands of miles to reach Jintian Bay.

Objectively speaking, Tokyo, with its subtropical monsoon climate, is a good place in winter. It is on the leeward side, with little rain and snow, and the winter is mostly sunny and dry. The temperature tonight was actually above zero.

This city, which has been, is and will be the economic center of Japan, has too many people, so Zhao Chuanxin does not plan to let the third-generation dragon take off.

The Meiji Constitution, promulgated on February 1889, 2, had little impact on the city's material level, but brought significant changes on the social and psychological level.

For the merchant class, this constitution freed them from the shame of their merchant social status.

This brought extraordinary prosperity to Tokyo.

Zhao Chuanxin saw a slogan on the streets of Tokyo - Japanese soul and Western culture.

After getting off the port, he wandered around and looked around curiously, after all, it was his first time here.

Most of the buildings are made of stone and red brick, imitating Western styles.

The shops in the streets and alleys are noteworthy.

But there are some oddities.

For example, Zhao Chuanxin saw a note on the mailbox: No peeing allowed here.

Because in Japanese, mailbox and urinal are written similarly.

Maybe it confuses some people...

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the Japanese had many habits that were common to them but shocking to outsiders.

They will be naked in public.

They would light fires in the streets.

They washed the dishes in the river.

They peed in the gutter in front of the store.

But I never expected that they would even check the mailbox.

From the architecture, you can tell that this is a mixed-race city.

It is said that in the last century, red brick and stone buildings were built in Tokyo, but there were still many wooden houses.

So, a big fire would break out every once in a while, and each fire would be very fierce. They would build new buildings on the corpses, scorched earth and ruins.

There are not many wooden houses left now, and some are still black with traces of fire.

Although prosperous, it is also out of place.

The whole lacks dignity, and the individuality lacks nobility and simplicity. It is just a hodgepodge.

Zhao Chuanxin strolled around for a while and then jumped onto the roof when the lights were dim.

Starting from Minato, he activated his reaction shoulder straps and floated over Tokyo.

We floated all the way to Chiyoda District and saw a beautiful Western-style building called Matsumoto-ro.

This is a French restaurant.

Zhao Chuanxin inserted No. 25 copper eye on the roof of Songben Building.

Detour eastward.

Then he saw the Bank of Japan.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up.

He avoided the gas lamp light and cut the glass on the third floor behind the bank to get in.

Xingyue found the location of the vault for him, and Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the vault.

He used the light blade to easily cut open the vault door. Xingyue said, "The devils have learned their lesson. There is not much money here. I estimate that there are only three or four million yen."

"Okay, we have no capital in this business, so how much is too much?"

Zhao Chuanxin collected the banknotes, gold and silver coins, and gold and silver ingots, and first transferred them to the underground fortress of Quetshalan for storage. After returning, he hurried away.

He returned to Chiyoda Ward because this was the Imperial Palace, the residence of the Emperor.

There is a moat about eighty to ninety meters wide outside the Imperial Palace, and Zhao Chuanxin can jump over it.

But if he kept moving so low, he would inevitably be seen by the guards.

He was in the small woods outside the moat, stroking his chin and looking up in thought.

The sky in Tokyo is clear and full of stars.

Xingyue said: "You have even forgotten how much equipment you have. Take out the ladder and turn on the anti-force shoulder straps. With the combination of the two, you can jump out of the atmosphere. At worst, I can give you a hand, although it is very tiring."

"Zhao, that makes sense."

Zhao Chuanxin sometimes does forget about equipment that he rarely uses.

He took out the ladder and turned on the reaction shoulder straps.

The only difference is that the ladder is not stepped on, but pulled with the auxiliary limbs, because he has to fold it up every time after pulling it.

Just pull it up like this and you'll go up about twenty meters each time. Two times will be enough.

Afterwards, Zhao Chuanxin pulled horizontally and pulled himself above the Imperial Palace.

bomb.

boom……

Look up, the sea of stars.

Bow your head, sea of fire.

Xingyue shouted: "Light up the sea of stars, light up the sea of stars!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He did not throw the third coin, but chose to pull the ladder horizontally towards the Bank of Japan.

When they reached above the bank, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the last bomb.

boom……

Tokyo is sleepless tonight.