mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 247

Liu Yonghe knew Zhao Chuanxin's temperament.

This person is very lazy, he stretches out his hands for food and opens his mouth for clothes.

This person is not doing his job properly. When he was in Lugang Town, he was idle all day long, and he was hardly seen on the school grounds.

Therefore, when Zhao Chuanxin came to train soldiers at the Beishui Military Academy, although he felt uncomfortable, he felt that Zhao Chuanxin might not be better than him.

He is also proud in his heart, Wenwu is the first and Wuwu is the second. He even feels that he is no worse than the head coach of the insurance team, Zhao Zhongyi.

The highlight of his life was not when he was the leader of the green forest in Hunchun, he was given the title of "horse thief giant" by the Qing court, but he regarded it as a shame.

The real grand honor is the Loyalty Army. He led a crowd of [-] to [-], and once occupied Xingjing, even Kehuairen, Kuandian, Fenghuangcheng and other towns, and dealt a powerful blow to the Russian army.

After the loyal army was defeated and destroyed, he fled to Lugang Town for refuge.

He would never admit that the proud flame had actually been extinguished long after the defeat of the Loyalty Army.

The current backwater army is just a few wisps of green smoke rising after the flames are extinguished.

It was the kind of pride in his heart that made him refuse to completely copy the training methods of the Lugang Town Insurance Team, but to train troops according to his own understanding.

The result was repeated defeats.

When he came to the school grounds and saw Zhao Chuanxin beating the soldiers from time to time with a thorn in his hand, he felt that this was inappropriate, but he didn't intervene and just watched coldly.

He wanted Zhao Chuanxin to be deflated, and then regain power in his own hands.

In fact, Liu Yonghe only saw the side of Zhao Chuanxin who smoked people, but did not see the other side.

After he left, Zhao Chuanxin took a thorn and slapped a soldier on the back.

Then he took out a cigarette and handed it over: "Come on, let's rest for a while."

The soldier's back was hot from being smoked, but he took the cigarette with a smile.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a match and lit it for him, and he also took one in his mouth and swallowed the clouds.

The eyes of others were hot: "Captain Zhao, give me one too."

Zhao Chuanxin squinted: "Only when you are beaten, can you smoke. Why, are you in debt?"

After more than half a day, the man had already figured out Zhao Chuanxin's temperament, and said with a smile: "Captain Zhao, you see that I am as tired as a dog, so why don't you give me one?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the dry rice lying on the side basking in the sun: "If you feel as tired as a dog, then you have a big misunderstanding. The dog is not as tired as you."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin finally gave him one.

The man took the cigarette: "Hey, 'Blue Beauty' foreign cigarette, it's a good smoke."

In the 29th year of Guangxu, after Fengtian opened the commercial port, foreign tobacco entered the market.

Many cigarettes have no filters, and cigarettes can be smoked at both ends.

At that time, the common people didn't know what it was, they thought it was a plaything, they just thought it was strange, but there were very few buyers.

After several years of development, many people are obsessed with this thing.

Speaking of which, it's not a good thing.

But Chinese people have already divided various types of tobacco into different grades.

After training for a long time, many people felt that it was boring. Seeing a few people gathered around Zhao Chuanxin, they all followed to join in the fun.

"Captain Zhao, can you tell us more about the insurance team?"

Zhao Chuanxin spit out smoke rings: "The insurance team is just that, playing 10 minutes on stage and practicing off stage for a few months, that's all. Just listen to me, and I will keep you for dozens of days and you will become a fighting master. "

"Captain Zhao, how do you know that you have become a master?"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes, stretched out his arms and gestured: "Look, if masters have such a long progress bar, you are only a little bit now. I will evaluate your daily training results, and then tell you what has been done. Which realm has you reached, so that you can intuitively understand your own skills."

As he said that, he also took out the pen and paper and the background board, pasted the paper, drew a long strip, and marked their progress at this time in small characters.

He pointed to the progress bar and said, "Look, you've just arrived here. Tonight, you might be able to gain a finger-width progress. When you reach the end of the progress bar, you will all be masters."

Ge Yunpeng looked a little frustrated: "Emma, ​​Captain Zhao, you have to practice until the year of the monkey?"

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that it should not have the opposite effect.

The progress bar is to urge their progress, not hinder it.

So he made another plan: "Well, let me tell you a story, and you won't think it's anything."

Hearing that Zhao Chuanxin was going to tell a story again, everyone became energetic, stretched their necks, turned their ears, and spontaneously quieted the scene.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smoke between his fingers: "The story I want to tell is called "Fights Break the Sphere"..."

There is nothing better for the waste in front of you than the waste stream.

In order to conform to the characteristics of the times and avoid excessive exaggeration, Zhao Chuanxin began to make magic changes.

Get rid of Goldfinger and Grandpa.

Xiao Yan lost his cultivation ability, first he was neglected by his family, he was despised by others, and his fiancée broke off the engagement. The paragraph he edited was particularly long, with too many details in place.

As a result, the people around were breathing heavily like old cows, and their eyeballs began to turn red.

"Captain Zhao, this is too uncomfortable to hear!"

"That's right, it's too wasteful, too annoying!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that they had almost stirred up their emotions, so he changed his tone: "However, Xiao Yan is not convinced, not reconciled!
On a rainy night full of thunder and lightning, he raised his head to the sky and screamed--my fate is up to me!

He began to practice forcefully, working hard, starting with a wisp of fighting energy in a strand of hair, and practicing without sleep and food, gradually expanded the fighting energy to two strands of hair.

Although the progress is slow, he is not discouraged at all, just like your current training progress bar..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised the progress bar on the drawing board from time to time to make it easier for them to substitute.

He keenly noticed that the eyes of these people looking at the progress bar became much more serious.

In the back of the story, the middle-of-the-road "30 years in Hexi, 30 years in Hedong, don't bully the young and poor" came out all over the place.

Cultivation techniques, magic weapons and so on, a group of old hats were fascinated by hearing them, and even thought that the old sleeves in their hands were made of fighting spirit, and they unconsciously gestured in their hands, whining scum.

When it came to the fact that Xiao Yan was about to face the clan, Zhao Chuanxin finished his sentence: "Okay, this paragraph ends here. If you want to know what will happen next, let's listen to the breakdown."

my cao...

Don't bring such a broken one!

"Captain Zhao, please do me a favor, stop after talking about how Xiao Yan impresses the clan at home."

"That's right, it's on Zhengxing's head."

But Zhao Chuanxin got up, picked up the vetch, and said with his hands behind his back: "Want to listen to the following? Well, have you seen the progress bar? Now practice hard for me. I think your progress bar has reached this point, so I will continue to tell you. .”

As he spoke, he casually tapped somewhere on the progress bar.

This progress is a bit long...

Ge Yunpeng said with a bitter face: "Captain Zhao, this is too long."

He sneered and said, "Xiao Yan has become like that, and he can still practice hair by hair. You can't do it? If it were me, I would be able to cultivate to this level before going to bed tonight."

Seeing his firm expression, he decided not to speak any more.

Everyone had no choice but to pick up their guns again and continue training.

However, the story of "Fights Break Sphere" is still very powerful.

These people were practicing pulling the bolt and shooting, and while practicing, they were arguing with each other and discussing the plot.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded in satisfaction, took out a pen and paper and continued to draw the next comic.

The story of "The Wandering Little Stick" is very simple, Zhao Chuanxin doesn't even need to think about it deliberately, the story can continue.

The main line is Japan's cruelty, oppression and massacre of Korean people.

Around this main line, develop casually. Today, Xiao Bangzi suffers from this disaster, and tomorrow Xiao Bangzi will experience that difficulty. Compared with Xiao Bangzi, Tang Seng's journey to the west is easier and more enjoyable.

After all, Little Bangzi doesn’t have an apprentice to subdue demons for him, and there are people who carry burdens to serve him wherever he goes, and he doesn’t have a white dragon horse as a mount. He relies on a pair of short legs to measure everywhere, from Seoul to the Qing Dynasty.

Zhao Chuanxin wrote like a god, and the painting was fast.

At the beginning, it was just about the brutality of the Japanese army, and then slowly began to include "private goods", talking about how the backwater army thought about the farmers in Jiandao, and worked with them to resist the Japanese army and so on.

He even drew all the manuscripts for the next half month.

On the other hand, Saito Kijiro and the others, the follow-up newspapers are much more ridiculous.

That painter is a talent, combining the oriental tradition with the western realistic style to make a pattern suitable for newspaper printing.

The problem is, the storytelling is extremely poor.

Farmers in Jiandao read "Little Stick Wandering Tale" with great interest, but they used Saito Kijiro's newspapers to paste the walls.

The various conflicts in Jiandao were also spread out. In front of all walks of life in China, the wolf ambitions of the Japanese were exposed, and by the way, they also talked about the backwater army and Zhao Chuanxin.

As the newspaper had just published it, the incident was still in the fermenting stage, and there were rebellions in Qinzhou and Huanggang, so the incident in Jiandao was suppressed instead.

So there is no feedback to Zhao Chuanxin for the time being.

Zhao Chuanxin is still continuing to drill the backwater army.

On that day, at 05:30 in the morning, Zhao Chuanxin was woken up by Cui Fenghua.

Cui Fenghua yawned loudly: "Captain Zhao, wake up, it's time for morning exercises."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up from the kang furiously: "Baga, your conscience is very bad, why wake me up so early?"

"..." Cui Fenghua felt aggrieved: "It was you who asked me to wake you up yesterday."

This made Zhao Chuanxin stunned, did he say that?

Hey, people, just don't be too impulsive.

It must be because the storytelling is too bloody, even I thought I was the protagonist of the kind of useless material that doesn't make a fuss but explodes at any time.

Even if he, Zhao Chuanxin, becomes useless, he will choose to lie flat, and there is no such thing as rising up.

While putting on his clothes, he warned himself: young man, don't get too involved in the show.

Today's weather is a bit gloomy, and God seems to be about to start the big trick of germination of all things.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished his breakfast and went out, he saw bursts of smoke billowing into the sky in the distance.

That's when the farmers started to set fire to the land.

The plan for a year lies in spring, and the plan for a day lies in the morning, and they are sure about this.

Zhao Chuanxin blew the eagle bone whistle and called Mi Shan.

He got on his horse and ran towards the camp with rice.

A group of backwater soldiers were also exhaling and moving their hands and feet, preparing for a morning run.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't get off his horse either, holding a four-strand leather whip that he made himself.

He rubbed his face on the horse, lifted his spirits, and shouted, "Little ones, watch out, this whip will be very handsome!"

said,

"PIA~"

The whip crackled in the air.

The explosion made everyone tremble.

Captain Zhao is not a son of man, when did he get such a cruel whip again.

If this thing is thrown at someone, wouldn't it mean that the skin would be ripped apart?

Now, I stopped yawning, and everyone was full of energy.

Ge Yunpeng, who was familiar with Zhao Chuanxin, shrank his neck and asked, "Captain Zhao, where is our progress bar?"

Zhao Chuanxin copied casually with his hand behind his back, and there was an extra piece of paper in his hand.

This kind of method of taking things out of thin air has become familiar to everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin shook off the piece of paper, pinched the top of the paper and showed it to them: "Here we are, have you seen it? This is the result of your hard work. As long as you work hard, everyone of you is Xiao Yan! On the Douqi Continent, ah no , on Earth, you are the protagonists!"

Riding a horse, Zhao Chuanxin carried the paper and showed it around.

Everyone can see that the progress bar has reached at least one-sixth.

Can't help cheering up.

Has it reached this point in the past few days of training?

It seems that the day of becoming a master is not far away, and it is almost time to slap your face!

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin has the final say on where the progress bar is.He goes where he says.

Liu Yonghe was at the front of the line, he watched and shook his head, thinking that Zhao Chuanxin was too childish.

What is this!
He also heard about fighting spirit turning horses, fighting spirit turning old sleeves, fighting spirit continents and so on.

It's just nonsense.

What kind of vindictiveness, bullshit!
Zhao Chuanxin flicked his whip again: "Run away!"

In the past, the backwater army did not run when they did morning exercises.

But since Zhao Chuanxin took over, running has become the norm.

The physical fitness of these soldiers was very poor. After running a quarter of the usual distance of the insurance team, they complained endlessly, and their footsteps were full of lead.

Zhao Chuanxin rode on a tall horse and roared: "Run up and run, not afraid of many difficulties blocking you, but afraid that you want to surrender."

"The goal is clear, unwavering, and God rewards hard work!"

"Sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less in wartime!"

"Desire is used to enhance enthusiasm, and perseverance is used to smooth mountains!"

"Be confident, you can run to the finish line!"

"Whether others think you can do it or not, you must firmly believe that you can do it. Tell yourself every day that you are the king!"

"Wake up, wake up the beast in your heart!"

"Dou Zong strong, it's so terrifying, you are almost at the end, it's really scary!"

The sweaty Liu Yonghe was speechless.

There are piles of fucking jokes, without repetition.

Even when he heard it, he could generate some strength out of thin air.

Not to mention other people?

When reaching the end point.

Ge Yunpeng's head seemed to have been stung by ten thousand bees, and it couldn't work anymore.

After his blood had calmed down, he leaned on his knees and looked at his pale comrade next to him, and said in a daze, "It seems to be a little more relaxed than yesterday."

"Yeah, Captain Zhao's words, just listen to it and cheer up. I can't hear anything just now, so I can hear Captain Zhao's words."

After they finished running, Zhao Chuanxin moved forward on the progress bar in front of them again.

In fact, it is very short, but when everyone saw it, they felt the pleasure of upgrading.

Grass, one step closer to the Dou Zong powerhouse!
After Ge Yunpeng took a breath, "Captain Zhao, please tell us the following."

Zhao Chuanxin has been slapping a sweet date these two days, slapping chicken blood if he can't practice, and telling stories when he is tired.

Telling stories doesn't feel so tiring.

Seeing that everyone was looking at him eagerly, he clapped his hands, cleared his throat and said, "Before the formal training, I will tell you another paragraph..."

As for sharing weal and woe with the soldiers, sorry, Captain Zhao can't do it.

He eats lightly, and occasionally stuffs snacks into his mouth. When others run, he rides a horse, and others train him to sit.

In Liu Yonghe's view, this is not a qualified general.

Moreover, as a leader, it should be prestige.

But whether Zhao Chuanxin was in Lugang Town or here, he just got along with the soldiers, and no one was really afraid of him.

This is again extremely inappropriate.

The influence of "The Wandering Little Stick" in Jiandao is so great that no matter what the little devils do now, they can't get rid of the fact that they "roll their crotches with yellow mud".

Therefore, Liu Yonghe speculated that in the near future, the little devil would stir up trouble and find an excuse to start a war.

It is not a war with the Qing army, but with the backwater army.

In fact, as early as 1902, South Korea took advantage of Russia’s occupation of Northeast China to send people to the Yanbian area to carry out illegal expansion activities, organize private artillery teams, build barracks, attack the Qing Dynasty’s soldiers, and investigate the household registration and tax collection of the settlers. Division of administrative regions, etc.

At that time, their posture seemed to have taken the Yanbian area into their pocket.

Small-scale wars broke out at that time.

But the current situation is different from that at the beginning. The Qing court has trained the Beiyang Army, and Japan will have some scruples, and try to avoid directly fighting the Qing court.

But for the backwater army, I guess they don't have much fear.

Liu Yonghe felt that if Zhao Chuanxin was not good enough, he would destroy his seeds of backwater army.

Hope not so.

He sighed, saw Zhao Chuanxin messing around again, and left without seeing or worrying.

……

Chen Zhaochang came to look for Wu Luzhen again.

In the past, he was the one who summoned Wu Luzhen, but later, he came to the door on his own initiative regardless of his status.

Wu Luzhen was helpless: "Boss, don't worry. The Japanese were going to start building the Tongjianfu police station, but because of Zhao Chuanxin's fuss, they lost the opportunity."

Chen Zhaochang sighed: "It's not the official who is in a hurry, but the Empress Dowager."

Hearing that he mentioned Cixi, Wu Luzhen changed the subject with a smile and said, "Have you read "The Wandering Little Stick" a lot?"

Chen Zhaochang was annoyed: "What kind of mess is the painting, it's degrading and unsightly. How can I see those dirty works with those foolish men and women?"

"Master Chen is not right. Those paintings are both educational and entertaining. I think that if you want to convey something to the people, you have to learn from Zhao Chuanxin. His paintings are worse than we send thousands of people to waste every day. A hundred times stronger."

Chen Zhaochang really hadn't watched "The Wandering Little Stick", but he heard that not only the young and old in Jiandao liked it, but it was also spread to the outside world, and many rich people spent a lot of money to buy it.

A traditional literati like him naturally cannot accept such things as comics.

"Hmph, maybe."

Seeing that he was still unconvinced, Wu Luzhen laughed and said, "Lord Chen still doesn't know that the people of Jiandao have a faint tendency to be at odds with the Japanese. They even began to think that the backwater army is their savior. In addition, There are rumors outside that after a while, the backwater army will show them movies for free."

Chen Zhaochang was taken aback: "Only those paintings have such an effect?"

"That's right. That's why I said let's not be in a hurry. It's the Japanese who should be in a hurry."

"No matter what, you should first contact Zhao Chuanxin and ask him to get "Dadong and the Map" as soon as possible. Everything is foregone, and if it is not forewarned, it is always wrong. It is always right to prepare in advance."

There's really nothing wrong with that.

Wu Luzhen had no choice but to agree: "Okay, Mr. Chen, I will go to Zhao Chuanxin today. Hey, it's raining outside..."

(End of this chapter)