mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1079 Bloodbath in the British Concession
After dinner, Liu Huaqiang made a phone call to Tianfei.

Liu Huaqiang said: "Principal, the British Consulate diplomat Smith brought 30,000 yuan, saying that 20,000 yuan was compensation from the Hanguan Road. He specifically emphasized that the money had originally been distributed to the shops that were smashed, and now the 20,000 yuan is paid out of the consulate's own pocket. The other 10,000 yuan is pension compensation, you see..."

"Take the money and tell him that he still owes us 199 million yuan. The deadline is two days."

"..." Liu Huaqiang said: "Principal, Captain Li has arrived in Hankou."

Captain Li is Dagangtao, the leader of the arbitration team.

Zhao Chuanxin told Liu Huaqiang: "Let Captain Li gather some people to conduct patrol training. The number of people should be equivalent to that of the current British Concession Police Station."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin went to the Peace College deep in the Badain Jaran Desert.

At this time, Peace College had grown to a considerable size. Zhao Chuanxin went to the fused quartz glass sunroom, which was lush and green with countless medicinal herbs.

Ginseng, which is of great value and is coveted by the rich and powerful, can be seen everywhere here.

When Zhao Chuanxin went to water the smelly liquid, he pulled out a ginseng at random. The ginseng was as thick as a carrot, and its whiskers were pulled off by him roughly.

If seen by an expert, he would definitely call it a waste of natural resources. It is hard to tell how much money it would lose in price if its appearance was ruined.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care. He peeled the skin and put it in his mouth and chewed it like a radish.

It tastes bitter and ordinary people may gag if they chew it.

Zhao Chuanxin ate a whole ginseng root, threw the leaves aside, and continued to pour the stinky liquid.

It's a piece of junk, worthless here.

He had neither a nosebleed nor a hot flash.

It’s not that ginseng has no medicinal effect, it’s just that his body is too strong and will never be unable to be nourished.

……

Stanley Wyatt Smith went back to report to Fares.

Fares gnashed his teeth and said, "Besides this, do they have any other actions?"

Stanley Wyatt Smith thought for a moment and said, "There's news from the dock that Li Zhitao, the head of the Hong Kong Island Arbitration Committee, has brought people to Hankou."

Fares' heart tightened: "Asking for money is not Zhao Chuanxin's purpose. He wants to occupy our British Concession just like he occupied the French Concession."

Stanley Wyatt Smith was not surprised at all.

If we had known today, why bother in the beginning?
The next afternoon, Zhao Chuanxin returned to Hankou.

Liu Huaqiang said to him, "Principal, Fares didn't send the money. But they released the rickshaw drivers. Driver Wang Laosi and his companions are waiting outside the door for the principal to come back and thank you in person. Captain Li is busy and hasn't come back yet."

Zhao Chuanxin went to meet Wang Laosi and 16 other rickshaw workers, who were detained for the crime of disturbing public order.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Wang Laosi and the other sixteen people all knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, Lord Zhao, for saving our lives."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled a chair over and sat down, then took out a cigarette and lit it: "Everyone, get up. They didn't sentence you to death, so how can this be considered a life-saving favor?"

Everyone got up from the ground, and Wang Laosi shed tears and said, "They tortured us in the prison, and they would peel off a layer of skin if we didn't die."

Zhao Chuanxin looked carefully and found that everyone was injured.

He asked: "Did you really see the Indian policeman kick Wu Yigou to death?"

At first, Wang Laosi and the others all said the same thing, saying that they had seen it with their own eyes.

Even if he was thrown into jail, he would insist on saying so.

But facing Zhao Chuanxin, Wang Laosi and the others hesitated and dared not speak.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I know it even if you don't tell me. If nothing else, you can go back. I have to go to the British Concession later."

Wang Laosi heard this and gritted his teeth, "We dare not delay Lord Zhao's important matter. We did not see the police kick Wu Yigou to death. But the British army shot and killed civilian lathe workers during the parade. There was an injured lathe worker named Bai Qile who was shot dead by British soldiers on the way to the hospital. They are too much."

"I understand. Let's go back." Zhao Chuanxin said expressionlessly.

Zhao Chuanxin has many uniforms.

There are Grey Axe Army uniforms, Insurance Team uniforms, Chili Team uniforms, and also Judgment Corps uniforms.

Today he put on the uniform of the Arbitration Corps, a tactical cap and tactical gloves, and asked Liu Huaqiang to greet Li Zhitao.

Li Zhitao led the ten members of the arbitration panel, and more than twenty new policemen who were recruited in the past two days followed behind, and the group went to the British Concession in a mighty manner.

On the way, Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the Hankou dock, where a British warship, the HMS Chessel, was docked.

Li Zhitao explained: "I have inquired about it. All the British naval forces on this warship have landed and gathered in the British Concession."

Arriving at the entrance of the British Concession, Li Zhitao stepped forward to negotiate: "We are looking for the British Consul General in Hankou, Mr. Fares."

The soldier at the entrance to the concession was tense and looked stiff: "Consul Fares is not here."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped out of the crowd and said to the nervous British soldier, "It's useless to delay. I'll give Fares two days, and the two days are up."

The soldier's body began to tremble. "The consul has said that he has something to do today and he hopes that you will temporarily withdraw and avoid any conflict. You can come back tomorrow."

Zhao Chuanxin made a gesture to Li Zhitao.

Li Zhitao suddenly led his men to retreat.

The British soldiers blocking the entrance to the British Concession were confused - they were leaving just like that?
But Stanley Wyatt Smith, who was hiding not far away and watching, changed his expression drastically.

He hurried over, shouting as he ran, "Master Zhao Chuanxin, don't do it, we can talk it over."

The British soldiers on duty finally understood what was happening and began to tremble even more violently.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his pocket watch and said to the panting Stanley Wyatt Smith, "It's 5:20 now. I'll give you another 40 minutes. If I don't see 1.99 million dollars in 40 minutes, I'll massacre the British Concession."

He didn't leave, just stood there waiting.

Stanley Wyatt Smith turned and ran.

A Marine soldier guarding the commanding heights said to his companions: "I am a good shooter. I am sure I can hit him here."

"What if we call in a few more people who are good at shooting and have them shoot from a distance at the same time?"

Several people looked at the officer. The officer was looking at Zhao Chuanxin standing at the gate of the British Concession with a telescope, and was quite moved for a moment.

Through the fence, Zhao Chuanxin saw many British people gathering spontaneously in the British Concession.

They held rifles and carefully looked for suitable positions to use as cover. Their intention was obvious - if bloodshed was inevitable, they would stick together.

Just like when they dealt with the protesters in Hankou, they showed great unity.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and snapped his fingers, making a crackling sound.

At 5:40 a carriage drove up.

Stanley Wyatt Smith jumped off the carriage and hurried over to Zhao Chuanxin and said, "Master Zhao Chuanxin, there are 50,000 dollars in the carriage. Please accept it. This money is enough to provide compensation for the dead and injured people."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Okay, we still need 194 million yuan."

Stanley Wyatt Smith: "..."

What if you can't eat anything?
He said earnestly: "Master Zhao Chuanxin, this matter cannot be blamed on our British Concession. Our police station was besieged, and we were just protecting ourselves..."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and asked him, "At the beginning, did you ask the person involved to come forward and explain?"

"This? No, and there's no need for that, right?"

Actually, it’s because the British are arrogant.

Why should I explain it to you?

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "After the incident happened, it became a big deal and people were protesting. Did you come out to explain?"

"This? We are only concerned with protecting ourselves."

Zhao Chuanxin continued to ask: "After killing people, did you publish a notice to explain that you were protecting yourself? Did you provide compensation to the families of the dead and injured?"

"No."

"Later, Rui Cheng, that loser, asked you for compensation. Why didn't you come out?"

"Like I said, we are protecting ourselves, Master Zhao Chuanxin. It's not our fault."

"Have you asked Ruicheng for compensation for your losses?"

"This...I want it."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "You made clear choices at every turn in this incident. You carried the pride of the sun never setting and refused to bow your heads. In this case, now that I'm here, what else do you have to complain about?"

Stanley Wyatt Smith said hastily, "That's not the way to put it..."

"There are still fifteen minutes." Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him.

Stanley Wyatt Smith turned and ran.

One minute before six, Fares finally showed up.

He rode over on a tall horse and said, "Mr. Zhao, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin watched the second hand of his pocket watch pass the top and asked Fares, "Did you bring the money?"

Fares opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

The atmosphere was extremely tense.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand without any warning.

Chug tug tug…

Blood began to spurt from the British soldiers lined up at the door.

Falles turned his horse and ran.

Several Marines who had previously planned to snipe Zhao Chuanxin opened fire at the same time.

bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared on the spot.

These people were shocked, and before they could come to their senses, Zhao Chuanxin had already approached them.

Bang, bang, bang... The Ares M1907 submachine gun fired a volley of bullets, slaughtering the commanding heights.

A British volunteer hiding behind a door quickly poked his head out with a rifle in hand.

He saw a black dot running towards him.

It was a round lump of iron, and it was quite nicely made, but the apple-shaped lump was smoking.

boom……

The Xingyue M1908 grenade exploded.

The moment the fragments dispersed, they looked like a compact and dense cloud.

The man's body was a bloody mess and he lay motionless in a pool of blood.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on the roof, took out his bow, and shot explosive arrows at both sides of the street.

Boom boom boom...

He started by targeting these volunteers.

In a moment, more than a dozen volunteers were killed. Zhao Chuanxin rushed across the roof and threw grenades towards the densely packed area of ​​soldiers below.

It's a pity that the smooth road was made bumpy by the explosion.

Tata Tata...

The sound of machine gun fire rang out.

The wall and tiles were smashed into pieces.

Zhao Chuanxin slowly hid behind the roof of Fangshan Mountain and placed the cruise missile launcher on his shoulder.

whoosh...

boom!
The machine gun misfired.

The British soldiers below looked up and saw Zhao Chuanxin jumping back and forth between the houses on both sides of the street.

Not to mention using guns, even if they used cannon fire, they probably wouldn't be able to touch the corner of Zhao Chuanxin's clothes.

"Fuck! We have no chance of winning at all."

"Damn the bureaucrats. It's all their fault."

"You didn't say that when you shot the civilians."

The words just fell.

Tata Tata...

One person's mouth was torn by a machine gun bullet, one had a hole in his shoulder blade, and another had his abdomen torn open by a bullet.

Zhao Chuanxin did not drop the XY10 bomb, after all, buildings are also considered property.

There is no need to worry about the low-cost and high-yield grenades.

When British civilians saw grenades exploding in their homes from time to time, they were so scared that they screamed and jumped out of the windows and ran towards Taiping Street.

There were also smart people who refused to open the door no matter how the British soldiers knocked.

It is inevitable that some of the fleeing civilians will be affected by the Xingyue M1908 Apple Thunder. The enemy within the killing range of 21 meters loses its combat effectiveness, and the enemy within the killing range of 33 meters is effectively killed, and a large area can be hit with one explosion.

There were broken glass everywhere.

Another machine gun was set up at the Han Stage in the British Concession.

European countries did not equip themselves with machine guns on a large scale. Instead, Japan and Russia produced a lot of heavy machine guns because of Zhao Chuanxin.

A British battalion was equipped with only two potato diggers designed by Browning.

Ta ta ta...

Zhao Chuanxin cut open the lock of the house, walked in, and used the stone wall as a cover.

The homeowner and his wife saw him and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin retreated to the back window of the living room and looked out, saying calmly, "Shut up, or you will die."

The woman continued to scream, her tongue quivering.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even turn his head, but raised his hand and fired a gun.

boom.

The woman fell to the ground with a bloody hole on her forehead.

When the man saw this, he knelt beside his wife, crying and snotting, with very rich body language.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed out of the window, jumped back onto the roof, bent his bow, and shot out an explosive arrow.

boom.

The potato digger misfired.

Among his equipment, ordinary ammunition is the cheapest, followed by explosive arrows, then apple grenades, and cruise missiles are the most expensive.

As for the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles, it needs to be used in a specific environment to exert its maximum power.

Zhao Chuanxin wouldn't use it easily.

He paced leisurely on the roof, shooting arrows as he walked.

All of Zhao Chuanxin's weapons and ammunition are now manufactured independently, but are made by black puppet craftsmen controlled by Xingyue.

The performance is impeccable, with very few glitches.

The ammunition is even better.

From Han Stage to Yiyuan, Zhao Chuanxin killed his way through the entire street, leaving broken limbs, bullet shells and blood everywhere.

The fireworks during festivals may not be as thick as the smoke at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his work clothes, rolled up the cuffs of his heavy T-shirt, swept away the ridge tiles, added the Maxim rifle, installed the feed plate, loaded the gun, and fired downwards.

Tata Tata...

This is a beautiful time of year in Hankou with birds singing and flowers blooming.

The streets of the British Concession were all red.

Many British civilians witnessed soldiers being torn apart by heavy machine gun bullets.

A British soldier was shot in the waist, and some British civilians saw through the gap in the curtains that the soldier's body quickly broke into two pieces.

I am afraid that many people will never forget this cruel scene in their lifetime.

When Li Hongzhang saw Maxim cut a big tree in half, he was so frightened that he almost dropped his dentures.

It would be even more shocking if the tree was replaced with human flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin only emptied one ammunition feed board, and there was no living person left on the street.

He emptied the cistern and put away his gun.

He jumped off the roof and walked down the street.

An implicated British civilian was seriously injured but not dead. He raised his bloody hand and tried to grab Zhao Chuanxin's trouser leg: "Sir, save me..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his foot and kicked hard with his tactical boots.

boom.

He kicked him and broke his cervical vertebrae: "Damn it, that bastard almost soiled my brand new overalls."

"what……"

A woman's scream came from the house next door. Zhao Chuanxin pointed at her and the woman immediately covered her mouth.

A brave British businessman heard the gunfire stop, walked out of the house and saw blood everywhere.

He stammered, raised his hands to hold his head, and said in despair: "Look at you, what have you done? You butcher, executioner..."

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a shot: "Take a break now."

The man never had the chance to speak again in his life.

Zhao Chuanxin carried his work clothes on his shoulder in one hand and put the other hand in his pocket, whistling as he walked out, the tune of the Hanging Divine Song playing melodiously.

The commotion in the British Concession attracted the people of Hankou and foreigners from the concessions of other powers to watch outside.

Even though the perpetrator was Zhao Chuanxin, to be honest, they were still shocked.

After all, that was the empire on which the sun never sets, an old European empire that was once the world hegemon.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't indulge him at all.

When the onlookers outside saw Zhao Chuanxin coming out, they had two completely different reactions.

The people of the country rushed forward.

The foreigners stepped back.

What Zhao Chuanxin did undoubtedly gave the people of Hankou a chance to vent their anger.

In addition to the common people, there was also Qi Yaoshan, the Han Customs Commissioner, and his soldiers nearby.

Qi Yaoshan's body trembled as he came to Zhao Chuanxin fifteen steps away and said, "Master Zhao, you have caused a huge disaster..."

Zhao Chuanxin took one step, and just one step was equivalent to fifteen steps taken by others.

He came up to Qi Yaoshan and slapped him in the face: "You're such a fucking loser, how dare you say that?"

(End of this chapter)