mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1056 Revenge on Zhao Chuanxin

"Placing Lubinfu personnel on the Middle East Railway? This is absolutely not allowed!"

Song Chunao tilted his head and asked, "Duke Mikuvilsk, since you think it's inappropriate, why don't you send people from Lugang Town?"

"..." Mikvoelsky blushed and stressed: "I mean that the Middle East Railway cannot place outsiders."

A strong smell of alcohol hit me in the face.

Song Chunao laughed: "Duke, I think you misunderstood. This is not my decision, but what Zhao Chuanxin said. You might as well go and reason with him."

Mikovelsk lost his politeness and revealed his true colors: "Where can I find Zhao Chuanxin? If I could meet Zhao Chuanxin, would I come to you? If I could meet Zhao Chuanxin, I would hold him accountable in person..."

Suddenly, Song Chunao stood up and looked behind Mikovelsk with wide eyes: "It's Zhao..."

Mikovelsk was shocked. "Ah? I want to hold him accountable in person. How can he wear so little clothes in winter? What if he catches a cold?"

As he spoke, he turned his head with a stiff neck.

He saw Song Chunao's follower standing behind him, holding a sieve in his hand.

Song Chunao asked angrily, "It's actually a sieve? What are you doing with a sieve?"

Mikovelsk: "..."

The attendant was confused: "Sir, when you came back, didn't you say that you had seen too many bloody scenes and wanted to drink some old hen ginseng soup to strengthen your blood and avoid nightmares at night? I'm going to kill a chicken."

"Is that so? Then go quickly. Remember, kill the chicken quickly and don't be like before. It would be bad if you scare the monkey we have in the Negotiation Bureau."

Mikovelsk suddenly remembered that there seemed to be an idiom in China. What was it called?

What's the name of the rooster and monkey? Monkey-rooster? No, it's the other one.

The attendant was amused: "Sir, are you talking about killing the chicken to scare the monkey?"

"What do you mean by killing a chicken to scare a monkey?" Song Chunao was furious: "Who are you scolding by saying that?"

The follower was stunned: "I, I, I curse this sieve, sieve, sieve, you are such a worry!"

"Okay, let's go down." Song Chunao turned around and asked Mikovelsk: "Duke, where were we just talking about?"

Mikovelsk was a little hesitant to talk big. What if Zhao Chuanxin really showed up?
Just like the story of the boy who cried wolf.

He coughed and said, "Sir Song, if you and Prefect Song hadn't informed Zhao Chuanxin, how would he have known about the Changchun Prefecture? If you and Prefect Song hadn't instigated him, how would Zhao Chuanxin have thought of planting people in the Middle East Railway?"

How important are railways?
It could totally spark a war.

Twenty years later, a war broke out outside the Great Wall because of this.

Song Chunao said sternly: "My Lord Duke, I have nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin. What he said was all his own opinion.

In short, I didn't find him. If this is false, then you will die immediately like the hen that I killed!"

Song Chunao swore an oath.

Seeing that he could not get anything good here, Mikovelsk could only get up angrily and walk out without saying goodbye.

yard.

The follower stabbed the hen in the neck.

Then throw the chicken on the ground and wait for it to bleed to death.

But the hen suddenly stood up and ran, bleeding as she ran.

"Aiwozhuo, why aren't you dead again?"

Mikovelsk was thoughtful when he saw this scene.

……

After Zhao Chuanxin finished killing people,

Refreshed.

"How could I have such perverted thoughts and feelings?" Zhao Chuanxin was incredulous.

Xingyue asked: "So how do you plan to deal with this mental state?"

"Uh..." Zhao Chuanxin thought: "I'll have a grilled beef first, go to the beach to pick up some oysters, drink a glass of tequila with worms, then take a shower and have a nap."

Xingyue: “That’s a solution.”

In order to eat oysters, Zhao Chuanxin went to Hiroshima, Japan.

He said he wanted to eat two, but he ended up eating the whole box.

"Good stuff, oysters in winter are called milk of the sea."

Xingyue said in disgust: "It turns out that the milk in the sea tastes fishy."

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin grilled oysters at the Stone Pagoda.

Xingyue manipulated the black puppet craftsman to fiddle with ball No. 13: "I have extracted amazing wisdom from this ball."

Zhao Chuanxin put the roasted oysters with soup, meat and garlic into his mouth: "Hmm... Ever since you became conscious, you have learned to brag."

"Stupid humans."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the bookshelf and said, "I brought the book back to you, why didn't you read it?"

Xingyue collected the fragments of ball No. 13, manipulated the black puppet craftsman to climb up the bookshelf, and began to flip through the books.

Its reading speed = book turning speed.

In the past, Xingyue was mostly silent and did things meticulously. He would report to his master only when he had finished: The task was completed.

Now Xingyue is reading and chattering at the same time.

"Is that so?"

"I really didn't expect that."

“It’s been a great help.”

"Ah, enlightenment...ah, it's too early to say that. What enlightenment? It's as disgusting as an enema."

Zhao Chuanxin slammed the table: "Don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping."

Xingyue paused while flipping through the pages of the book: "What this means is, I can't talk when you eat, and I can't talk when you sleep?"

"Well, more than 2,000 years ago, Confucius was fed up with his disciples' nagging, so he said this."

Xingyue continued to flip through the book.

"How dare such an idiot write a book?"

"That's bullshit."

"That's a very telling point..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

I ate too many oysters.

The next morning, after Zhao Chuanxin opened his eyes, he felt his amazing iron will rising.

Zhao Chuanxin got up, washed his face, and looked in the mirror. He nodded at his handsome figure in the mirror and said, "You must learn to control your desires and cherish your body!"

"A good-looking appearance is worthless. Only this kind of rock-hard willpower is precious. Zhao Chuanxin, you are really a role model for my generation."

After putting on his clothes, he hissed, "Forget it, I still have to relax and go see my daughter."

Xingyue stopped him and said, "Wait, I finished reading the book last night and understood everything."

"what?"

"That silk thread is used for bone tattooing."

You can't control anything by willpower, but you can interrupt.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately forgot about everything else and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Tattoo, bone tattoo, understand?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Will you tattoo my bones and let people see them after I die?"

"What I mean is, if you are willing to let me make an incision in your spine, maybe you won't have to wear the anti-force shoulder strap in the future. This thread is called a rune channel, which can simulate rune fragments. Each rune channel has only one simulation opportunity. Last time, it fell into the anti-force rune fragment and can no longer be changed."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated: "You won't paralyze me, will you?"

"You still don't trust me?"

……

The New Year is coming soon, and the sound of Taiko drums can be heard outside.

Taikichi Miyashita, with a copper eye pendant hanging on his chest, was kneeling in a wooden house that had escaped many fires in Tokyo over the years.

There were two more people opposite him.

They were two of the people beaten down by Taikichi Miyashita that night.

One of them is fat, and the other is thin.

The fat one asked, "Boss, why did you come back that night?"

Miyashita Taiji said with a serious expression: "I remembered that the letters in the mailbox are wet. I have to go back and wipe them dry. I can't let the people in Tokyo underestimate me. If I see your companions running away, I will drag you away, otherwise the police will find and arrest you."

The thin one complimented: "Boss, we surrender. You are really good at fighting."

Miyashita Taiji twitched his lips and said, "I can fight because I have faith."

The fat one became interested: "Boss, what is your belief?"

"Blow up the Emperor!"

"Then how are we going to blow up the Emperor?"

Miyashita Taiji said without hesitation: "Establish an anti-Zhao society!"

The fat one became serious: "Okay, from now on our goal in opposing the Zhao Society is to blow up the Emperor!"

Being thin feels weird, and I can’t put my finger on it.

He said: "Boss, my name is..."

"Don't tell me your names," Taiji Miyashita interrupted. "We'd better give each other nicknames and call each other by them from now on. After all, bombing the emperor to death is a serious matter."

The fat and thin men looked at each other and nodded, thinking that the boss had considered everything carefully.

The fat one said, "I have an idea. Let's call them cow, horse and sheep."

Miyashita Taiji frowned: "Do we have to be beasts?"

The thin one thought for a moment and said, "Yes, cows, horses, and sheep are too ugly. It's best if our nicknames don't attract attention. In my opinion, we should just call them whoever we want, and I don't know what they are. This way, calling them nicknames will be very low-key."

Miyashita Taiji's eyes lit up: "You are indeed a talented person."

The thin one showed a reserved smile: "Boss, you are too kind."

The fat one said hurriedly, "Boss, I'll call you - what. What do you think?"

"Yes." Miyashita Taiji nodded: "Then I will call it - I don't know."

The thin one came up with the idea, and he didn't mind picking a nickname later, so he said, "Then I am - who."

"Boss, what should we do next?" Miyashita Taiji thought for a while and said, "We need to make some noise to attract the attention of the anti-Zhao Society and make them come to us on their own initiative."

The thin one was confused: "Boss, aren't we against the Zhao Society?"

"No." Miyashita Taiji's face was serious and serious: "We are the real Anti-Zhao Society, and there is a group of fake Anti-Zhao Society in the country. They are not doing their job and are always thinking about blowing up Zhao Chuanxin. This is not good. We must find them, correct their mistakes, and let them join the real Anti-Zhao Society and blow up the emperor with us."

Pangshou understood and nodded.

An anti-Zhao society with strict organization, complete structure, firm beliefs and clear goals was established.

……

Ever since the bombing of the Lugangzhen branch line train on the South Manchuria Railway, the fake Anti-Zhao Society has been divided into two factions.

The conservative faction, led by leader Nobuzumi Aoki, and the young radical faction, led by Rensuke Isogai.

Nobuzumi Aoki admires Rensuke Isogai's courage and strategy, but is dissatisfied with his radical actions in private.

Zhao Chuanxin made enemies everywhere and killed people like crazy, but he was still able to live safely to this day. How could he be an easy person to deal with?
This will only irritate him.

as predicted.

The Karafuto Hall was bombed, the Hokkaido Hall was bombed, the Imperial Palace was bombed, the Soul-Calling Shrine was bombed...

A series of retaliations followed one after another, and the whole of Japan was overwhelmed.

Later, it triggered a chain reaction, leading to looting and smashing among the lower-class people.

Nobujun Aoki didn't know how many times he called the idiot.

Rensuke Isogai always lowered his head, looking as if he was admitting his mistakes obediently.

But when you turn around, you still have to do what you need to do.

Just when the Anti-Zhao Society was about to fall apart due to internal conflicts, Meiji sent people.

The visitor was Nobuaki Makino, who had worked in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and later served as a local official in various places. He was awarded the title of baron for his diplomatic achievements.

But at this time, he came as the Minister of Education in the cabinet of Saionji Kimmochi.

Nobuzumi Aoki and Rensuke Isogai were flattered.

"Sir." The two men bowed.

"Don't be nervous. I'm not here to accuse you, but to give you an important task."

The two were delighted and waited for Makino to continue.

"You are against the Zhao Society. From today on, you will be recognized by the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

When these words were spoken, even a shrewd spy like Aoki Nobuzumi couldn't help but be shocked and ecstatic.

Makino Nobuaki continued, "However, only a few people know about this, and we will not admit it to anyone else."

This made the two of them feel a little disappointed.

How they wished that the country would support them in opposing Zhao Chuanxin.

Makino Shinaki added: "However, the Ministry of Internal Affairs will give you the maximum support, and the military will do the same. From now on, your weapons, bombs, training, and funds will be provided by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the military. You will be directly responsible to me."

Rensuke Isogai is young and has recently been hooking up with Nobujun Aoki's daughter. He is in high spirits and is bound to get carried away.

He spoke first: "I will serve the Emperor till death. May I ask if you have any plans?"

Aoki Nobuzumi glanced at him with dissatisfaction.

Shinaki Makino is a pure politician.

He saw everything.

He said solemnly: "Your Majesty cannot swallow this breath and wants to retaliate against Zhao Chuanxin. However, the Duke of Yamagata and the Prime Minister are more inclined to calm the incident and suppress the surging public opinion. Do you understand the balance between the two?"

"Hayi!"

"Now, I will give you two tasks. First, recruit soldiers. Second, make a plan and present it to me. If it is feasible, I will strongly support it."

Aoki Nobuzumi asked a very delicate question: "Did His Majesty mention the form of revenge he would like to see?"

Makino Shinken smiled.

He said, "Yes, but I need to see your plan first before I make any calculations."

Aoki Nobuzumi and Isogai Rensuke sat up straight.

Is this a test?

After Makino Nobuaki left, Aoki Nobuzumi said to Isogai Rensuke: "Isogai, you will be responsible for recruiting soldiers, and I will be responsible for making plans."

Isogai Rensuke hesitated.

This allocation has both advantages and disadvantages.

The advantage is that he can win people's hearts when recruiting, but the disadvantage is that planning is the first and crucial step in getting the anti-Zhao Society on the right track.

"Hmm?" Aoki Nobujun's eyes pricked up: "You don't want to?"

"Yes!" Rensuke Isogai quickly lowered his head.

"Then go ahead."

“Are there any standards for recruiting people?”

"Our anti-Zhao Society is loosely organized and incompletely structured, so we are temporarily recruiting ordinary members who have the courage to obey. Otherwise, the timid will have nightmares just by hearing the name Zhao Chuanxin. In addition, we need to recruit people with planning ability and talents in the official and financial circles to join us."

This is still his old way of handling intelligence.

That is, the vanguard should be reckless and hit wherever they are pointed.

Among the people behind the scenes, there are those who know how to push a stupid dog up the wall, and there are those who are capable in the financial world but have not made a fortune.

Discovering such people will be useful in the future against the Zhao Society.

"Hai."

……

Sakhalin Peacekeeping Bureau.

The snow and wind broke the branches and touched the telegraph wires.

Because it was within the territory of the Peacekeeping Bureau, Kitajima Maozi asked Levitan to carry out line maintenance.

Levitan did repair it, but in the process he tore another wire.

The Sakhalin telegraph line was constructed with 7-meter-high material poles, that is, wooden poles that were not oiled, with five 5mm iron wires laid on curved hooks, and the distance between the poles was 5 meters.

The Russians in Beidao were dumbfounded. Vladimir Kononovich sent someone to ask why a telegraph line had lost communication?

Levitan told the visitor: "I cut it off."

"My lord, why is this?"

Levitan shrugged. "We have a Morse telegraph, but no line. Lord Zhao Chuanxin originally wanted to string a line on your pole, but then it snowed. Since you asked me to repair it, that's perfect. I'll cut off one line and wait for you to come and find me. I'll ask you for a line directly."

The people who came were stunned and hurried back to report.

After hearing this, Vladimir Kononovich was furious: "Levitan, you idiot, they want a telegraph line, why don't they just say so? Do they have to cut it off?"

He had no choice but to agree. After all, he was also worried that Zhao Chuanxin would go to the north and blow up their office.

So the Peacekeeping Agency used telegraphs in the winter.

However, Levitan told the peacekeeping bureau staff: "Only send insignificant personal telegrams, never official ones, because they will intercept the contents of the telegrams."

The free citizens of the Peacekeeping Bureau were furious.

This is great.

Without Zhao Chuanxin's knowledge, the Peacekeeping Bureau had an additional source of income, and it was no exaggeration to say that it was making a fortune every day.

Ken Nakamura brought a Russian exiled girl and, accompanied by Peter Grebin, came to the Peacekeeping Bureau's telegraph office.

Levitan watched here every day, worried that trouble might arise.

When Nakamura Ken saw him, he smiled ingratiatingly: "Hello, sir. Where is Lord Zhao?"

Levitan shrugged, "I heard from his secretary Shirasaka Noriaki that he was ill and was worried that he would be infected if he went to the bar. He was recuperating at home, or recovering from his injuries. Who knows?"

Nakamura Ken exchanged a few pleasantries and said to the girl, "Clara, go send the telegram."

Clara, shy yet excited, walked quickly over to tell the telegraph operator the address and what to send.

After sending it, Ken Nakamura took out the money with great pain.

Each word cost 8 kopecks, and Clara sent ten words, which cost 80 kopecks.

Sending three more words will cost 3 ruble.

Clara, who was standing by the telegraph machine, turned back and said excitedly, "Nakamura, I actually sent a telegram to my fiancé in Vladivostok. This is amazing."

Peter Grebin gloated: "Your money may be wasted. If I were you, I would use this time to give her a good beating."

Nakamura Ken was unhappy inside, but he said stubbornly: "Nonsense, we are friends."

After a long time, a telegram was sent back.

Clara jumped up excitedly and turned back to shout: "Nakamura, I received a reply from Vladivostok."

Ken Nakamura muttered to Peter Grebin: "What's the big deal? I can send a telegram from Vladivostok, too. I just need to walk there and send the telegram back."

Peter Grebin sneered.

But Clara came back holding the telegram and crying.

Nakamura Ken was puzzled and asked her, "Why are you crying? Are you illiterate like me?"

"..." Clara cried, "No, our engagement is cancelled."

Nakamura Ken couldn't suppress his smile, and said, "Is that so? That's a pity. I feel sad for you. Peter, give me your handkerchief to wipe your tears. Wuuuuhehehe..."

When they walked out of the telegraph office, they saw Zhao Chuanxin basking in the sun outside the stone tower.

Nakamura Ken ran over and said, "Hi, sir."

Zhao Chuanxin was wearing furry pajamas and cotton gloves, standing against the wall. "Oh, is that you? Hey, whose furry girl is that? She's crying and peeing, so ugly."

"..." Nakamura Ken hurriedly introduced: "Sir, this is Clara. She is now living in my house. I am applying for her to be a free citizen of the Peacekeeping Bureau. Sir, are you injured?"

Zhao Chuanxin swallowed back the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

His eyes rolled: "Yes, the injury is quite serious. It's on the back, and it's difficult to walk."

"Ah? So serious?" Nakamura Ken's eyes rolled around, "Sir, this matter must not be made public, otherwise you will be in big trouble, and we free people will be in even bigger trouble."

"I know, I know. Don't worry, I'll be careful. I didn't expect you to be so smart." Zhao Chuanxin said, holding on to the wall and slowly moving forward: "Ouch, ouch... my back hurts..."

The sound was so loud that everyone around could hear it.

Nakamura Ken: “…”

The observer in the distance: "Zhao Chuanxin is injured, seriously injured..."

(End of this chapter)