mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1110 Bloodbath Darwin
After Nikolai Ivanov received the news from Kliment Boyageev, he did not show any joy, but his face turned red with anger: "Idiot! How dare you hand over such an important line of defense to an outsider?"

Kliment Boyadyev didn't want to say it.

But at this time Bulgaria was surrounded by enemies on all sides. Looking at the entire battlefield, all defense systems were on the verge of collapse.

He just wanted to give it a try.

But he did not expect to be scolded by the commander-in-chief.

Kliment Boyadyev also got angry: "Idiot! Although we were defeated in Kilkis, the Greeks paid a heavy price. Their glory was filled with many times the lives. If the whole line can do this, the enemy will be dragged to death..."

Of course, he could only complain to his deputy, and not actually send it to Nikolai Ivanov.

Kliment Boyaziev is not worried about his future, he also has a strong backing!

He just secretly felt that it was a pity that Zhao Chuanxin's superb mobile combat and command and dispatch capabilities on the battlefield were wasted.

Otherwise, it is not impossible to reverse the entire battlefield.

……

The next day, August 6th.

Zhao Chuanxin met Constantine I.

This is a bald man who is less than fifty years old.

He entertained Zhao Chuanxin at the command post: "Mr. Zhao, we are in a war stage now, please forgive me for my negligence."

"Your Majesty, you are too polite." Zhao Chuanxin at least received the cigar as a gift, and he could have a good meal after so many days. "What does the king want to talk to me about? Business or life? Or art and academics?"

"..." Constantine I also said bluntly: "I want to know why Zhao Chuanxin works for Bulgaria?"

"Oh, isn't it all about money? You know, I have so many women and children that I'm almost bankrupt. So they gave me 200,000 marks to help with the war. I was poor and had low aspirations, so I went to the battlefield."

Constantine I did not believe it.

Would someone like Zhao Chuanxin go to the battlefield for money?

But he was wrong. Zhao Chuanxin really did it for money. At least half of the reason was for money.

Constantine I pursed his lips and said, "Mr. Zhao's performance on the battlefield is impressive. Are you willing to serve us Greece for money? I am willing to pay 400,000 marks."

He saw Zhao Chuanxin use his own sharp knife to cut the medium-rare steak into shreds. His knife skills were really amazing.

"That won't do. How can we turn around and attack our old boss?" Zhao Chuanxin flatly refused.

This kind of fence-sitter is not worth it.

Otherwise, trust will be as thin and invisible as the shredded meat under Zhao Chuanxin's knife.

No one will be willing to hire him in the future.

Upon hearing this, Constantine I paid even more attention to the man in front of him.

He put down his knife and fork and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhao, if several of our countries jointly contribute 200,000 marks, are you willing to stop helping Bulgaria?"

Zhao Chuanxin counted on his fingers. Bulgaria paid for the money needed to build houses and benefit the people in Darwin, Port Hedland, Perth and Esperance, Australia.

He also had to save money to buy supplies and support a group of currently shady groups in Tsarist Russia, so that he could exchange land in 1917 after signing a secret agreement.
Reclaim the territory!

This money will be paid by countries such as Greece, Serbia, Romania and Montenegro.

Zhao Chuanxin traded with Bulgaria, and only Kilkis's 123 defense line was available.

The deal is now done.

But Constantine I didn't know.

Zhao Chuanxin pretended to think: "Sometimes quitting is also a form of betrayal. The cost of betrayal is very high."

"How tall?"

"Three hundred thousand marks."

"make a deal!"

After the Ruhr crisis in 1922, Germany suffered hyperinflation and the mark became worthless.

But the money Zhao Chuanxin earned at this time could not last that long.

He wouldn't even keep the money until World War I broke out.

The current average exchange rate of marks, pounds, francs, Italian lira and US dollars is around 1:4~5.

After the outbreak of World War I, the foreign exchange value of the mark was almost halved.

On June 6, Zhao Chuanxin received 24 marks and officially announced his withdrawal from the Balkan war.

When European countries learned of the battlefield news in the Balkans, newspapers exaggerated the situation and reactions varied from level to level in European society.

Someone scolded him.

"Zhao Chuanxin joined the Bulgarian side, which seriously increased the cost of Greece's victory. He took the money and left, leaving a mess in the Balkans. It's extremely despicable..."

Some people were frightened.

"Zhao Chuanxin had just digested the land he had acquired in the Far East, and he couldn't wait to plunge into Europe. What did he want to do?"

The news spread back home.

Although Bulgaria was defeated in the Battle of Kilkis, newspapers exaggerated the achievements of Zhao Chuanxin.

The National News said: At this time, the Mediterranean hot wind was coming, the relations between the Balkan countries were getting worse and worse, Bulgaria was surrounded by enemies, and the important town of Kilkis was in danger. Zhao Chuanxin took on the responsibility alone and made the most contributions to the army. The Greek army was defeated, and when Bulgaria withdrew its troops, only the defense line where Zhao Chuanxin was located was preserved without a single soldier being injured...

This is bullshit.

It was said that there were no casualties on the defense line commanded by Zhao Chuanxin.

But Yun had many followers, and the common people and gentry believed that this might be true.

Even Yuan Weiting in the capital was skeptical after reading the newspaper, his face was unpredictable and he was sweating profusely.

But the gods and ghosts were terrified and thought that Zhao Chuanxin's Taoism had become more advanced.

Yuan Weiting has always been contradictory in his behavior. He yearns for the throne, but is afraid that no one will agree. Later, when he became emperor, he was worried all the time.

Now, he wanted to kill Zhao Chuanxin, but when he saw Zhao Chuanxin proving his ability to lead troops on the European battlefield, he began to worry again.

He never dared to tell Zhao Bingjun about killing Zhao Chuanxin again.

……

At the same time, the first group of migrant workers who arrived in Darwin were expelled by the local government.

They had just disembarked from the Porto de S.M.S., and because they were sitting in third class and the conditions were harsh, they all looked pale and their legs were weak when they got off the ship.

Just as I was feeling happy about having my feet on the ground, I was stopped by several policemen wearing wide-brimmed hats.

"Who let you go ashore?"

There were about sixty or seventy migrant workers, and they stood there at a loss.

At this time, Craig Markles, who was missing a finger, hurried forward and said to the police: "They are staff members of the Australian Ecological Reserve."

The police stared at him and asked, "What Australian Ecological Reserve?"

Craig Markles has been in a bad mood since he lost a finger, several teeth and split his lip.

He lacked connections in Darwin, and after failing to strike up a conversation, he simply used Zhao Chuanxin to enhance his magic power: "This is Zhao Chuanxin's employee. Do you know Zhao Chuanxin?"

The policeman said impatiently: "What Zhao Chuanxin? Take your people and get out!"

Darwin is in northern Australia, and the news from Melbourne and Perth has not yet reached here, so the locals don't care about the outside world's gossip.

Craig Markles was worried that he would be punished again for delaying Zhao Chuanxin's important task, so he glared at him and said anxiously, "You will regret doing this. Zhao Chuanxin will beat you to death."

"What? Beat us to death? Hahaha..." The policeman hit Craig Markles in the face with a baton: "I'll fucking beat you to death first."

The lips that had just healed cracked again, and blood gushed out...

……

Zhao Chuanxin carefully cleaned his equipment and removed the blood and rotten flesh on the Chaos Armor.

He returned to Iceland and soaked in a hot spring in the middle of nowhere with Sara Wilsdottir.

Sarah Wilsdottir was in the pool, hugged Zhao Chuanxin's waist from behind, and sniffed his hair: "The smell of gunpowder hasn't completely disappeared yet. How many shots were fired?"

Zhao Chuanxin has a different way of getting along with each woman.

He felt the woman behind him.

Lao Zhao is the double-door refrigerator man, and Sarah is the double-door refrigerator woman.

Sometimes men just need this kind of big grid to vent their inner violence.

He turned around suddenly and pushed Sarah against the smooth stone wall.

The water splashes and the steam rises, creating a violent road...

After dressing her and sending her home, Zhao Chuanxin took out a handful of silver marks, which were William II military marks, available in denominations of 2 marks and 3 marks.

He has big hands, so this handful costs more than 50 marks.

"Here, it's for you."

Sara Wilsdottir does not live a rich life. In Iceland, like everyone else, her fate is controlled by the mountains and the sea. She races against the polar night, trying her best to save enough money before that happens.

Her profession - blacksmith.

She couldn't do work like mending fishing gear, so in addition to blacksmithing, she occasionally helped people build houses.

The tall woman was surprised and asked, "So many? What on earth did you do?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't like Sarah Wilsdottir's home very much. It was a small house without even an attic.

He said: "I earned it by being a mercenary."

Sarah Wilsdottir couldn’t understand that kind of life.

She hid the money carefully.

When he came out, he was already wearing Zhao Chuanxin's favorite overalls.

That was what she wore when she was working as a blacksmith. When she wore it for Zhao Chuanxin, she only wore overalls.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed her directly into the house.

When Sara Wilsdottir woke up, she saw a column of silver marks on the bedside table, with a note: Use the money to expand the house and make the ceiling higher.

Sarah Wilsdottir had no such intention. She put the money away and went to work.

……

Zhao Chuanxin set off and arrived in Darwin, Australia in two days.

Craig Markles at home.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the door and heard Craig Markles yell, "Fakeoff!"

He pushed the door open and saw Craig Markles lying on the bed with a bruised face and a cloth on his lips. There was a strong smell of medicine and alcohol in the room.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, Craig Markles got up from the bed with grievance: "Mr. Zhao, local officials have locked up those Chinese workers in prison. For this, they even drove away other prisoners and beat me like this. I have been almost soaked in bitter water these two days..."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned. The smell in the room was too pungent. He placed his hand on the dining table and slowly raised it. Then a column of silver marks stood on the table, enough for 100 marks. "Thank you for your hard work. Tell me how to get to the prison?"

Craig Markles cheered up and told Zhao Chuanxin how to go with a gloating look.

Xingyue memorized the route, and Zhao Chuanxin found the prison in five minutes.

"Stop, who are you?"

The guard at the door blocked us.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his hammer and hit them one by one. They fell headfirst.

There is not even a watchtower here, only a thorny wall to prevent anyone from escaping.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked open the gate, and the prison front yard patrolman saw him and ran over hurriedly: "Who? Who's there?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood tall and straight. He turned his head slightly to look, then flashed and swung the hammer.

duh.

Broken skull.

Bang, bang.

Two gunshots broke the silence of the prison night.

The prison guards on duty who were hiding in the corners came from all directions.

There were sounds of people falling to the ground.

With every “pop” in the darkness, someone’s head was crushed and smashed.

The warden hadn't gotten off work yet. He hid in his office and called the police: "The prison has been attacked. Come to support us. How many people? I don't know, at least dozens of people..."

Before I hung up the phone, the door was pushed open with a creaky sound.

The warden looked up and saw an Asian man with bloodstains on his face looking at him calmly.

The man was holding a black hammer that was dripping with blood.

One end is pointed and the other end is blunt.

There was blood on both the pointed and blunt ends.

The warden shuddered: "You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin reached into his bosom, took out a notebook and threw it on the desk: "Write down your and the jailer's address. It's best if you don't have family members. If you have family members, notify them to move out of the house within two days. The same goes for your home."

"Why?" the warden blurted out.

“Because my employees don’t have houses yet.”

"Don't mess around, the police are on the way..."

Zhao Chuanxin rushed to the desk, swung the hammer, and hit the warden in the face with the blunt end.

"Well……"

"puff……"

As usual, four teeth fell out.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his hand on the table, leaned over and stared into the warden's frightened eyes: "Write it down."

The warden felt severe pain in his cheeks, mouth and gums.

But he didn't dare to delay. He took out the employee information from the cabinet tremblingly and handed it directly to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin flipped through it casually and saw that there was no information about the warden. He laughed and said, "You are playing tricks on me, right? Write down your own information."

The warden dared not disobey.

When he finished writing, he heard exclamations and messy footsteps outside.

And bursts of scolding.

The police are here.

The police were stunned by the scene in the prison. Many of the prison guards, who were holding batons, rifles, or revolvers, were all killed by having their heads smashed to pieces.

The most terrifying thing was that there was a prison guard in the corridor with a collapsed skull, but he was still alive and raised his hand to ask them for help.

"Damn it, everyone in there listen up, release the warden..."

He came to the door, leaned against the wall, took out the Xingyue M1909 light machine gun, installed the ammunition box, pulled the bolt to load the gun, turned around and fired at the wooden door.

Tata Tata...

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the body of the policeman holding a gun in the corridor was shattered into pieces.

The warden didn't even dare to remind the police in the corridor.

"You, who are you?" The warden asked him tremblingly after Zhao Chuanxin stopped firing.

"Zhao Chuanxin."

The warden seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but couldn't remember it for a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the warden, patted his arm, and secretly stuffed a copper eye into his shirt pocket.

"Remember, help me notify everyone and ask their family members to move out." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly, "Now, tell me how to get to the police station?"

The warden would rather die than let his friends die, so I reported the address of the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin smashed the telephone with a hammer, and then smashed the telegram with another hammer.

Only then did he go out.

A surviving policeman hiding in the corner of the corridor was shivering against the wall.

Suddenly he heard the door of the warden's office open and his body froze.

But I didn't hear any footsteps.

Suddenly he turned his head and saw a man holding a hammer looking at him.

"what……"

The policeman was horrified and his hair stood on end.

Duh!
The corridor was silent.

The warden bravely came out, and a strong smell of blood rushed straight to his head: "Ugh..."

Zhao Chuanxin came to Darwin Police Station.

He stood outside the police station. The lights on the second floor were off. Through the window, he saw people coming and going on the first floor.

The sheriff was in plain clothes, and seemed to have hurried back home from get off work.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the apple bomb, pulled the ring, swung his arm and threw it into a room.

Wow...

Glass shattered.

boom……

He arrived at the gate of the police station, took out the modified Lugang M1907, and waited for the opportunity against the wall next to the door.

A police officer came out.

puff.

This pistol is made of sound-absorbing cold iron, so it fires silently.

The police officer fell to the ground with a bullet in his temple.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled his arm to the side.

the second.

puff……

The third one, poof...

There were more and more corpses around Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

They fled out one after another.

Next up is the Sheriff.

Zhao Chuanxin put on tactical gloves, covered the sheriff's mouth, turned his body over, and took him into the house.

A police officer appeared from the corner of the corridor, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a shot.

He took the sheriff hostage and went deep into the police station to clear out every room.

"Release the Sheriff..."

Someone pointed a revolving wheel at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin had no expression on his face and raised his hand to shoot.

puff.

Are you competing to see who is faster?

逗！
The sheriff's scalp tingled.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the magazine, and it fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

Zhao Chuanxin changed the magazine with one hand and went to a police station office and knocked on the door.

Then the muzzle of the gun remained motionless against the door.

When the policeman in the house carefully moved to the door, he thought he could do some tricks.

puff……

The policeman died with his eyes open.

The stars and the moon had already positioned him.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin let go of the sheriff.

The sheriff bent over, breathing heavily, and veins in his forehead were throbbing.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked him in the butt: "Go, find all the police officers' files for me..."

The same words were said to the sheriff.

Zhao Chuanxin roughly calculated the number of people and found that there were only a few police officers left in Darwin and they could not cause any major trouble.

Now the only ones left are the troops stationed nearby.

Zhao Chuanxin also put a copper eye in the sheriff's pocket.

Then turned around and left.

The sheriff escaped death and ran away.

After Zhao Chuanxin left, the warden ran back home.

The sheriff hired a carriage and headed towards Darwin's barracks.

Australia has a sparse population and lacks manpower, and is unable to afford the high cost of industrial warfare. The infantry battalion stationed in Darwin has only more than 300 people.

Among the more than 300 rifles that could be collected, there were long-version Lee Enfield rifles and short-magazine Lee Enfield rifles.

The officer listened to the report from the sheriff and due to the urgency of the situation, it took them a long time to gather a team of 220 people.

They wore jungle hats with the brim turned up on the left, short-lapel woolen shirts with brass buttons, and breeches in a non-riding state, the cuffs of which took some time to tie.

The sheriff was angry: "What the hell time is it? You still care about this?"

The officer said coldly: "Dressing is a basic requirement for soldiers. If even this cannot be guaranteed, how can we guarantee combat discipline?"

The sheriff stamped his feet: "I'm afraid that by the time you are ready to fight, the murderer will have escaped..."

(End of this chapter)