mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1084 I won’t sleep anymore, I’ll take your head

After Benjamin Agumedo was beaten to death, Zhao Chuanxin's anger subsided a little.

Zhao Chuanxin speculated that since incidents targeting Chinese people occurred in Torreón, there must have been more or less such incidents in other cities in northern Mexico, but they were not as serious.

He didn't choose to save people because he couldn't do it.

He chose another way - indiscriminate killing.

Zhao Chuanxin poured barrels of gasoline in the city, and after they were ignited, Santa Clara was engulfed in flames.

Some Americans took pictures of children's bodies burned to ashes, of people on fire running on the streets, and of Mexicans' hideous faces in great pain.

They even took a picture of Zhao Chuanxin standing in front of the stone tablet.

The stone tablet was erected by Zhao Chuanxin, with several words engraved on it in both English and Spanish: Any land that brings suffering to the Chinese will be cursed and will be repaid tenfold. Only iron, fire, and blood can wash away sins. Zhao Chuanxin left it on May 1911, 5.

Zhao Chuanxin embedded Benjamin Agumedo's head into the stone tablet.

To prevent it from falling off after decay, he left only the front part of Benjamin Agumedo's head, so that the skull could continue to be embedded after the flesh and blood decayed, and people who recognized him could identify the owner of the head.

This rebel army was wiped out by Zhao Chuanxin.

Francisco Madero did not have many troops in total. After Zhao Chuanxin's massacre, the number of his combat-capable soldiers was reduced to the point where his position was precarious.

After Zhao Chuanxin erected the stele, he found a horse and rode the skinny horse around the city.

Tucheng, skinny horse, cigar, white cowboy hat.

Some people in the city took advantage of the chaos to smash, loot and rob, but Zhao Chuanxin turned a blind eye and just rode through the crowd.

Until someone went to rob a local Chinese vegetable store, Zhao Chuanxin rushed over on horseback. When he approached the person, he turned his horse's head, held the saddle with his left hand, lay across the horse's back, and hooked the horse's buttocks with his toes.

The horse jumped up and kicked back.

boom.

One of them flew backwards with his chest caved in.

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted and hit another man's knee with a hammer, breaking it, then hit him in the jaw with his backhand.

The man's jaw was instantly shattered.

There was still one person left, holding a scythe, ready to fight Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, the shop owner picked up a shovel and hit the man on the back of the head.

When the man fell forward, Zhao Chuanxin flashed in front of him, twisted his hand, and turned the blade of the scythe so that the tip of the blade went straight into the man's heart when he fell to the ground.

The message was delivered too slowly.

These mobs didn't even know why the rebels were destroyed or why the fire started in the city.

The news of the massacre in Torreón had not yet been passed on because the time was too short.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged a chair over and sat down, then said to the owner in Chinese: "Cook two dishes for me and make a pot of rice."

When the shop owner heard Zhao Chuanxin's accent, he was immediately delighted: "Is your benefactor a hero from the northern part of China?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "My name is Zhao Chuanxin."

"Zhao... God of War?" The shop owner was ecstatic: "Mr. Zhao came specially to save our family?"

"From a professional perspective, I'm here to teach Mexico how to recognize their place." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette and said, "To put it simply, I'm just passing by and killing a few people."

"..." The shop owner said, "Old man Wang Qinghai, Mr. Zhao was just passing by, but he saved our lives."

"Enough of small talk, serve the food."

While Zhao Chuanxin was sitting and waiting for his food, a group of people sneaked up to his house with weapons in their hands, ready to rob him.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up with a hammer in his hand and walked towards the door.

The two sides collided head-on.

The leader, a Mexican with a scar on his face, raised his sickle fiercely and said to Zhao Chuanxin: "You should understand the consequences of not handing over the money..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't waste time talking to him. He kicked his back foot and rushed forward. He hit the scarred Mexican man with a hammer, leaving a dent on his forehead.

His accomplices widened their eyes.

I'm Chao, the leader is gone before the crime or robbery even started?
They raised sickles, ready to chop off the man's head to teach the rich people in the city a lesson.

The scarred man's sickle fell to the ground. Zhao Chuanxin kicked the handle of the sickle, and the sickle flew out and pierced the thigh of the man in front of him.

The man screamed subconsciously and bent down to pull out the sickle, but Zhao Chuanxin quickly swung the hammer.

Duang.

There was a bloody hole on the man's forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the sickle with his backhand and smashed it horizontally.

Duang!

The third had a shattered temporal bone.

Zhao Chuanxin dragged the three still-trembling bodies of the seriously injured out of the house, threw them on the street, and smashed them with a hammer until they were sticky.

The people around were terrified.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at the onlookers and raised his finger: "Who else wants to rob the Chinese? Come quickly."

Someone came forward with a Mauser M1902, a Mexican asset: "Chinese, you are dead..."

boom.

The man fell headfirst.

The smoke from the muzzle of the Colt single-action revolver was blown away by Zhao Chuanxin, and the gun turned a circle between his fingers and disappeared.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, picked up the Mauser M1902, pulled the bolt, and shot at someone at random.

boom.

The man fell in a pool of blood.

The crowd was in uproar: "Why are you killing people randomly?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at them and said, "Haha, after I finish my meal, none of you can escape. You will all die."

These people came here with the looting and smashing rioters, and most of them live on this street.

They look innocent, but they are actually following others to give themselves courage. Once they see the money that has been looted, they will immediately change.

These people's faces turned pale and red, and some of them turned around and ran away. Zhao Chuanxin did not chase them.

Some also went to ask for help, as they thought this Chinese was too arrogant.

When Zhao Chuanxin had eaten his fill from the meal prepared by Wang Qinghai's wife, the stone tablet with Benjamin Agumedo's head embedded in it in the city was discovered by many people.

Some people in the city only then learned that a Chinese named Zhao Chuanxin had destroyed the rebels who had just entered the city.

The warning on the stone tablet made them dare not attack the Chinese again.

But the news had not spread throughout the city, and many people still did not understand it.

For example, when Zhao Chuanxin finished his meal and went out, he saw a group of Mexicans gathered outside Wang Qinghai's restaurant. There were men, women, young and old, with sinister looks on their faces, and all of them were carrying weapons.

Some were Tequila shovels, some were Mexican sickles, and there were also ordinary knives and hoes, just waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to show up.

"You murderer, don't even think about escaping!"

"I will make you die miserably!"

"You killed my husband, you must pay for his life..."

Wang Qinghai and his wife saw and heard what happened through the window, and their faces turned pale with fear: "We are in trouble, we are in trouble. Once Mr. Zhao leaves, won't these people eat us alive?"

But Zhao Chuanxin was seen moving a wooden table out of the house.

The Mexicans who besieged him didn't understand what was going on, but just moved forward ferociously.

Until Zhao Chuanxin placed a Maxim gun on the wooden table, they panicked.

What is a mob?
When Zhao Chuanxin showed the Maxim, they still relied on their numbers and thought that Zhao Chuanxin would not dare to open fire and offend public anger.

They were still standing there in a daze, but did not dare to come forward with weapons.

When Zhao Chuanxin pulled the bolt, some people began to prepare to escape.

When Zhao Chuanxin lit his cigar and pulled the trigger, they had not run more than twenty steps.

Tata Tata...

"what……"

"Killed..."

“The Chinese killed people…”

Night has fallen.

The flames of the Maxim illuminated the earthen walls of Wang Qinghai's vegetable store.

Wang Qinghai and his wife stared in amazement as vicious Mexicans fell in pools of blood one after another on the street. Among them were old men with white hair and beards, ten-year-old children, and sturdy women...

The old couple were terrified.

When there were no more living people on the street, Zhao Chuanxin collected the Maxim stand and put the gun into the secret realm.

He took two steps and floated onto the roof in the twilight, disappearing from the old couple's sight.

"What should we do? Mr. Zhao is gone, what should we do if the Mexicans come back to seek revenge?"

As soon as these words were spoken, a loud explosion was heard.

The old couple hurried to the door, carefully peeked in, and saw Zhao Chuanxin slaughtering people on the street.

There were screams everywhere, blood everywhere, and flames of explosions everywhere.

Now the two of them didn't have to worry anymore. Not to mention revenge, there was no one breathing on this street, as if they were the only ones still alive.

……

Obregon made inquiries from various sources and sent telegrams to Ethan Manor in North Tarrytown, New York, the Xuantian Sect headquarters in Hong Kong Island, and Lubin Prefecture.

The line was long and the delay was severe. I didn’t know if the messages were not transmitted or for some other reason, but all the telegrams fell into oblivion.

He tried his best and contacted Pancho Villa and Emiliano Zapata. To his surprise, Emiliano Zapata said that he might be able to contact Zhao Chuanxin.

Emiliano Zapata had long suspected Don John Constantine's identity.

Invincible, endless arms for sale as long as you pay, Asians...

With all these elements combined, the identity of Don John Constantine is clear.

Zapata sent the telegram to Quitsallan.

Aguirre Ida took the telegram and asked Pablo Rojas with a puzzled look on his face: "What does Zapata mean? He asked if Mr. Zhao is there? Who is Mr. Zhao?"

Pablo Rojas scratched his head: "Maybe he sent it to the wrong place."

"It's possible. Forget it. I won't reply to him. He's talking without any context."

The next day, Emiliano Zapata, who had not received any news, went directly to Quitsalán.

When they reached the outer defense line of Quetzalan, the Chili Team stopped them from entering.

In the past two years, Emiliano Zapata has led his peasant army to victory after victory. Even the executioner General Victoriano Huerta is no match for him. Now his army is approaching Mexico City.

Whether in the civilian community or in the military and political circles of the government, Zapata's reputation is at its peak. Who dares to ignore him like this?

His men were furious and pointed at Justino Nose, one of the four great kings of Quetzalan, and said, "Do you know who you are talking to?"

The Four Kings of Quetzalan: Pablo Rojas, Aguirre Ida, Miguel Esteban, and Justino.

Justino is kind but cowardly, and even after experiencing many wars, he still has a good temper.

He smiled and slapped his hand away. "Of course I know. I'm talking to Mr. Zapata. The question is, do you know how to show respect to our Quetzalan Chili Team?"

He looked at Emiliano Zapata.

Emiliano Zapata pulled his men aside and said politely, "Justino, we are old friends. I request to see Don John Constantine."

Justino nodded: "Okay, but your troops must stay outside of Quetzalan."

His men were about to show off again, but Emiliano Zapata stopped them in advance: "Okay, I'll go in by myself."

His men hurried to stop him.

At this time, the name Emiliano Zapata represented the peasant army and hope, and no one wanted to see him take risks.

But Zapata was determined to leave.

Justino admired his courage.

Pablo Rojas saw Zapata coming alone and asked him angrily, "Why did you let your men attack Quetzalan?"

He is still upset about what happened last time.

Emiliano Zapata smiled bitterly: "Do you know the San Luis Potosi Plan?"

Pablo Rojas really didn't understand, frowned and asked: "Objection

Re-election?

Zapata shook his head. “Not only that, Madero completed the San Luis Potosi Platform in Texas, which opposed electoral fraud, expropriation of land, devaluation of citizens, bankruptcy of citizens, and the use of force to launch an uprising. Now the flames of war are everywhere. We are unable to reach remote areas, and many peasant armies are acting on their own. I only learned about what happened in Quetzalan afterwards.”

Aguilera Ida sat in a recliner, his legs crossed on the bench, with a cigar in his hand, but he didn't smoke it because it would make him cough.

He was just imitating Zhao Chuanxin.

After hearing what Zapata said, he said nonchalantly: "Mr. Zapata, it has already happened. It is always your fault."

Emiliano Zapata glanced at him and said nothing.

It's really beneath your dignity to argue with a little boy.

He told Pablo Rojas: "You know, Don John Constantine can be too cruel and cold-blooded sometimes."

He wanted to test Pablo's attitude.

Pablo Rojas nodded indifferently: "I know."

They had all seen how Don John Constantine killed people like a demon.

"..." Zapata was speechless: "He may be killing innocent people and our Mexican citizens at this moment."

Aguilera Ida sneered: "The one who was killed must be someone who deserves to die."

"..."

Zapata thought these people were crazy.

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door open and walked in from the yard.

Everyone immediately smelled a thick mixture of gunpowder, fireworks, and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin looked tired. He was slightly startled when he saw Emiliano Zapata: "Why are you here?"

Zapata saw the real owner and stepped forward quickly: "Don John Constantine, if I'm not mistaken, I should call you Mr. Zhao, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled Ajure Ida up from the recliner and asked him to sit down.

He grinned: "Buy weapons?"

He has collected back a lot of the weapons he had sold in the past few days. Wouldn't it be great for Zapata to sell them on?
Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin neither admitted nor denied it, Zapata said sternly, "Mr. Zhao, I implore you to stop and stop killing innocent people."

Zhao Chuanxin's smile faded: "Okay, it will be almost done once Madero dies."

"No." Zapata was anxious: "Madero cannot die. He is the most powerful executor of the San Luis Potosí plan."

Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "He must die."

"Mr. Zhao, we can resolve this matter through negotiation."

Zhao Chuanxin knew that Diaz had been defeated in the United States and that Mexico was about to turn upside down.

Madero is about to take office, and Zapata will probably be a founding hero by then.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Sure, give me 30 million pesos as compensation, and I'll spare his life."

Zapata was startled.

Thirty million pesos, one-third of Mexico's annual treasury revenue.

He can't make this decision.

He quickly said, "Please come with me to Puebla, Mr. Zhao. Madero wants to talk to you in person."

Zhao Chuanxin said without hesitation: "Okay."

Like Zapata, he went out alone.

Zapata's men saw Zhao Chuanxin walking in front and speaking in a domineering manner.

He looked angry, and acted like he was showing off to Zhao Chuanxin, just like he did to Justino: "Do you know who you are talking to? You..."

Zhao Chuanxin quickly pulled out the dagger from the man's waist and stabbed it through his cheek: "You are so talkative, I will stop you from speaking again."

It not only seals the mouth, but also hurts the tongue.

This person is used to taking advantage of other people's power, but he never expected that the price of pretending to be powerful this time would be so high.

The other man was close by and was horrified, trying to draw his gun quickly.

Zhao Chuanxin's Winchester M1897 was pressed against his head and sprayed three times.

This guy's brain is messed up.

Emiliano Zapata was stunned when he saw Zhao Chuanxin making light of the injury.

But he immediately panicked and tried to stop them: "Don't do it, put away your guns..."

Although he didn't know much about Zhao Chuanxin, he at least heard that Zhao Chuanxin killed thousands of people on the way from Torreón to Santa Clara.

Zapata only brought more than sixty people with him, and he didn't dare to confront Zhao Chuanxin head-on.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back with eagle eyes and saw that many people had not put down their guns. "I'll count to three! Three!"

Zapata: “…”

I never expected that Zhao Chuanxin would count to three directly without giving me a chance to react.

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin scattered the Black Widow puppet, took out the God of War M1907 and fired while flashing.

Zapata had just hidden behind a tree when he poked his head out and was shocked to find that only eleven of his men were still standing without guns and with confused faces, and the rest were lying in a pool of blood.

"Zhao Chuanxin, you..."

Zhao Chuanxin said coldly: "You have to believe the rumors in the future."

Emiliano Zapata remembered the rumor: Zhao Chuanxin was worth ten thousand men.

With sweat on his forehead, he raised his hands and said, "It's all a misunderstanding..."

Zhao Chuanxin kicked the peasant soldier who was still alive on the ground and broke his cervical vertebrae: "There is no misunderstanding on my part."

Emiliano Zapata was shocked, angry and helpless.

He had no choice but to swallow his anger and take Zhao Chuanxin to Puebla to talk to Madero.

Arrived at the Puebla Post Office, which had been occupied by the Zapata.

The call was transferred successfully. Zapata tried the line himself, then handed the microphone to Zhao Chuanxin with a grim face.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up the microphone and said calmly, "I am Zhao Chuanxin."

There was silence on the other end of the line for three seconds, and then a muffled voice sounded: "I am Francisco Madero. Mr. Zhao, I want to tell you that everything that happened recently was a misunderstanding. Please listen to my explanation."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up his cigar: "Go on, I'm listening."

Francisco Madero on the other end of the phone thought Zhao Chuanxin would say something harsh and curse at him, but he didn't expect him to be so calm.

For a moment, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin was just a coward, and perhaps not as scary as the rumors said.

He coughed and said, "Mr. Zhao, this is what happened. When the federal army evacuated Torreon, they provided ammunition to the local Chinese. When our peasant army entered the city, they were resisted by the Chinese. Your massacre of our insurgents and our citizens is groundless. However, I don't intend to care about this matter..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Madero, I don't even want to sleep anymore. I'm going to take your dog head right now!"

(End of this chapter)