mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 259 Fire in the Backyard
"This style of spreading rumors reminds me of a person."

Even when angry, Ito Hirobumi did not jump three feet.

This is the palace that a Japanese expatriate should have.

Secretary Mori Taijiro said: "Are you talking about Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Except for him, no one would be so insidious."

"Commander Hasegawa's physical condition is worrisome, or the supervisor will give you an order first..."

Ito Hirobumi waved his hand: "If he is not in his position, he will not seek his own government. This precedent cannot be set. The doctor poured wasabi soup into Commander Hasegawa to stimulate his taste buds and sense of smell. His health has improved and he no longer vomits. Perhaps today I will wake up in the evening, and I will discuss it with him at that time, so there is no rush."

Mori Taijiro said in his heart that this is not urgent, his eyebrows are already on fire.

He said, "How can the chaos outside be calmed down?"

"There's not much trouble outside, it's just that Li Wanyong's house was smashed down.

Zhao Chuanxin is not spreading rumors either. In fact, we are indeed already planning the things he said.

The question is, how did Zhao Chuanxin know?Or, like the rumors, he can be regarded as unpredictable if he can pinch.

Or, there must be a spy sent by him between us.

I lean more towards the latter. "

At this time, countries around the world have different attitudes towards intelligence agencies.

Some attach great importance, such as Japan.

Some don't take it seriously, such as the United States and Russia.

Mori Taijiro didn't think about it at all. After being reminded by Ito Hirobumi, he said in horror: "I always feel that except for our Great Japanese Empire, no one else pays attention to intelligence work. This may be the darkness under the lights."

Ito Hirobumi nodded.

"You go and arrange it, and let the various departments investigate secretly. Don't discourage the enthusiasm of the staff, it must be done quietly."

Mori Taijiro pulled himself together: "Yes."

when he was about to leave,
Hirobumi Ito stopped him: "By the way, Kijiro Saito and Harasaku Shinoda have gone back too? By the way, call them and ask them to conduct investigations as well."

……

Naoko Yuka returns with Shinoda Harasaku.

Shinoda Harasaku made a lot of determination to bring up the matter of divorce with his wife.

The wife didn't cry, make trouble and hang herself, she calmly agreed.

This made Shinoda Harasaku even more uneasy.

The wife promised not to wait for him to go back, she would go through the divorce procedures alone.Her natal family promised her that they would send her to study and live abroad.

The child was handed over to the care of Shinoda Harasaku's parents.

At this time, I am afraid that his wife has already left the country?

Fortunately, Naoko Yuka's warm and clear smile gave him great comfort and filled a vacancy in his heart.

however,
When they come back.

Naoko Yuka solemnly called him out.

Shinoda Harasaku was full of anticipation.

This trip to Seoul, although not very smooth, caused a lot of trouble.

But the relationship between the two is progressing.

This is the only consolation.

Now that Naoko Yuka is so solemn, according to Japanese habits, Naoko Yuka should give him a formal answer.

Only new love can heal old love.

The farmers in the Jiandao area had already put plow sticks on the horses and cattle and started plowing the ground.

Spring has kicked off, and the air is full of fresh grass and trees, and of course it is also mixed with a faint smell of cow and horse manure.

In such a peaceful environment, Shinoda Harasaku smiled gratifiedly, looked at Naoko Yuka, and waited for her next words.

Naoko Yuka stroked the hair on her forehead, but the spring breeze stubbornly blew her hair into disorder again.

This seemed to indicate something, but Zhisaku Shinoda, who had a brain on his brain, didn't perceive it.

Naoko Yuka lowered her head and poked the dry soil with her toes.

"Shinoda-kun."

"Yuka, tell me, I'm listening."

"In the past few days, I have been thinking about it, and I feel very uneasy inside."

Shinoda Jisaku's heart skipped a beat.

This is a bad premonition.

Naoko Yuka continued: "You called your wife and said you were going to divorce her. At first I was flattered and moved. However, if I want to destroy someone else's marriage, I still can't do it after much deliberation."

"Yuka, you..."

Shinoda Harassa was flustered and dumbfounded.

Naoko Yuka said sadly: "This kind of immoral love makes me toss and turn at night, and I can't sleep all night. I think I have to make a break. Shinoda-kun, I'm sorry, just forget about me."

After speaking, she seemed to have made up her mind, and turned around to leave.

a bolt from the blue!

Shinoda Harasaku's eyes darkened for a while, and he staggered back, unable to catch up with Naoko Yuka, and watched her back disappear into the fields.

He thought of his wife who went abroad, and thought of Naoko Yuka's sweet smile, all of which were far away from him.

Plus the recent job is not going well.

These blows made him anxious, and he felt dizzy and fell down...

The entourage was taken aback. During this time, the two of them were sticky, and he was used to it.

Why did you suddenly pass out?

When Shinoda Jisaku opened his eyes again, he saw Saito Kijiro's concerned face.

He said bitterly: "Saito-kun..."

"Xinada-kun, what's going on?"

"me……"

There are some things he can't say.

Being dumped by a woman is embarrassing.

Saito Kijiro seemed to understand something.

He stopped the conversation, and changed the topic: "Mr. Xiaotian, you need to cheer up. We still need to build a police station to fight against the backwater army. I heard that the Qing court was stimulated by Zhao Chuanxin. In the Guangdong Machinery Bureau, The Madsen machine gun that Zhao Chuanxin often used. They are all making progress, but you and I are like sailing against the current. If you don’t advance, you will retreat.”

Zhice Shinoda was in a daze, unable to listen at all.

After a while, he smiled wryly and said, "Saito-kun, please leave me alone."

Saito Kijiro frowned.

Damn, is this person abolished?
He remembered the information from the Seoul Governor's Office, asking him to investigate internal spies.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that Naoko Yuka is quite suspicious.

She appeared suddenly, and since she appeared, everything has gone wrong.Now, Zhisaku Shinoda was tormented by her again.

He got up and went out.

Then he said to his entourage, "Go and call that Naoko Yuka."

After the follower searched around, he came back and replied: "Naoko Yuka is missing..."

"idiot……"

……

Zhao Chuanxin and Park Shengyeol are cleaning their weapons.

Zhao Chuanxin gave Park Shengyeol a mirror box, which almost made the snot bubble out of this beautiful thing.

Then, Zhao Chuanxin took out a bunch of light and heavy machine guns and rifles, and asked the labor force to help maintain them.

Park Seung-yeol was struggling to clean Maxim's water cooler and oil the gun.

"Mr. Zhao, are these the weapons you usually use?"

"Yeah, there are two more cannons later, you should take care of them too, they are full of gunpowder residue."

"..."

Park Seungyeol really couldn't imagine how Zhao Chuanxin carried such a heavy arsenal with him wherever he went.

If it were him, even if there was only one Maxim, he would not be able to carry the large amount of ammunition needed.

There are still two cannons?
Who is okay to run around the world with a cannon?

But this workload is really not small.

Zhao Chuanxin was not idle either, and neatly arranged a row of horseshoes and Mosin Nagant wheels on the table. These were his jobs.

Park Shengyeol looked at those dicks, and then at the mirror case on his waist, and suddenly felt that it didn't smell good.

"Mr. Zhao, you have so many guns."

he envied.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly disassembled the gun, squinted to look at it, and wiped it twice. He was relieved when he didn't see any residue.

He said: "Yes, I am often distressed. These broken guns are not easy to use at critical times."

"..."

Are you sure it's the same thing?
Park Seung Yeol was captured by Versailles.

He said sourly: "Mr. Zhao can give it to me if he doesn't want it."

"Hehe, Shenglie, you remember, being a bit impatient in your heart is the most basic quality of a person."

"..."

Park Seung-yeol blushed and changed the topic: "Our Korean army is equipped with all kinds of weapons. Japan, Russia, Germany, France, Britain and the United States all have them. Mr. Zhao, which country's weapons do you think are better?"

South Korea once wanted to buy high-performance warships, but the Japanese blocked them from contacting European military purchases, and even sent people to assassinate Li Dongren, Li Xi's military purchase minister.

However, Koreans are notoriously shameless, and use various methods to secretly contact them.

But in the end it failed, so I had to buy two British merchant ships from Japan and transform them into warships for temporary use.

Zhao Chuanxin assembled the parts back, and said lightly with a cigarette in his mouth: "No country will do. I asked the housekeeper to set up a weapons company in the United States, and hired weapon designer John Moses Browning to help design some weapons I want. type of gun."

my cao...

This time, it was really pretended by Zhao Chuanxin.

Park Seung Yeol even stopped what he was doing, and stared blankly at Zhao Chuanxin.

The country of Korea has to sneak around to buy weapons.The Qing court did have many military factories, but the performance of the weapons produced was still not as good as that of the great powers, and there was a certain gap between them and the great powers.

But look at Zhao Chuanxin again, has he already started to make weapons in his private capacity?
He mumbled, "Browning? The name sounds familiar."

"Hehe, Browning M1900 is the gun brand. Browning M1903 is the horse brand. Have you heard of this?"

A flash of lightning flashed across Park Seung Yeol's mind.

Zhao Chuanxin put the gun away: "It's the designer who designed the gun brand and the horse brand. The old boy has a lot of ideas, and he hit it off with me."

Park Seung Yeol was completely convinced.

After busy work, the two finally maintained Zhao Chuanxin's inventory.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

The two people lived in a temporarily rented private house with only two rooms, and the rent was very cheap.

Park Seung-yeol got up and went to open the door, there was a snot-nosed kid with a dirty face standing outside the door.

Seeing that it was Park Seung-yeol who opened the door, Snot Baby poked his head out to look inside.

After seeing Zhao Chuanxin, he couldn't help showing a smile: "Sir, that Li Wanyong is back. He temporarily went to the Japanese Supervisor's Mansion to avoid disaster. No one dares to run into the Commander's Mansion. There is nothing we can do about him."

Zhao Chuanxin walked to the door cheerfully, with five five-cent copper coins of "Guangwu Six Years" in his hand.

He handed the copper coin to Snotty Baby, took out another piece of candy, stuffed it into his mouth, and patted his head: "Good job, this information is worth five grand. Go check it out, and report in time if there is anything. "

"Yes, sir."

With a face full of excitement, the snot baby turned around and ran away.

This is Zhao Chuanxin's "intelligence network" in Seoul.

He recruited dozens of snot-nosed babies to help him collect intelligence everywhere day and night.

Some monitor the Japanese Supervisory Office, some monitor Li Wanyong, and some inquire about the gossip of the people on the street.

According to the size of the information, he will give different prices.If the information is insignificant, then stuffing it with sugar can also make the snot-nosed baby happy for a long time.

Park Seung-yeol smiled wryly: "Mr. Zhao, only you can think of this kind of method."

"Hehe, never underestimate children."

Wherever he goes, he must be surrounded by snot-nosed babies.

They are there to build a house, they are there to spread rumors, and they are also there to collect intelligence.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Okay, the gun is finished, you can go rest."

Park Shengyeol was surprised: "Aren't we going to kill Li Wanyong?"

He felt more and more that Zhao Chuanxin wanted to break his promise and gain weight.

"Don't worry, I have exposed the Japanese's plan of action. I guess they will jump over the wall in a hurry. Li Wanyong has not yet signed the treaty on behalf of you Korea, and he cannot be killed now."

Zhao Chuanxin took the money and did promise Li Xi to kill Li Wanyong.But the question is, the two sides didn't set a date, didn't they?
"What? He still dares to sign the agreement?"

Park Seung Yeol couldn't believe it.

If it were him, he would be beaten by everyone. Not only would he not be able to sign, but he would hide and clarify himself quickly.

"Why don't you say that you are just a big soldier, but he only covers the sky with his hands. His reputation is not only stinky on the first day, but the power in his hand is obtained from the Japanese. How can he give up this opportunity? I If it is not bad, not only will he sign, but he will also be in a hurry."

These words made Park Seung-yeol restless.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he seemed to have maggots on his body, so he waved his hand and said, "Okay, go and report to your majesty. Tell Xiao Li that Zhao will kill Li Wanyong, but he has to wait for him to sign the contract." Treaty."

Park Shengyeol left in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin was not worried, because even if Li Xi knew that Li Wanyong was eager to perform in front of the Japanese, it was already too late.

Because Li Xi can't do anything to Li Wanyong, he doesn't have the courage and strength.

As for the "Dingwei Treaty", it must be signed.

If it is not signed, there will be no chaos in South Korea.

Rather than worrying about being tough with the Japanese army in the Jiandao area, it would be better to set their backyard on fire.

Waiting for Park Seung Yeol to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin first put away the weapons all over the floor, then stretched his waist and went back to lie down on the bed.

Others are busy, but I am free, this contrast will make people secretly happy.

So, he took out his diary and looked through it.

[We finished visiting the altar of the old gods, and there is nothing worth staying here. 】

[The little girl who was exploring ahead ran back and told me: Brave man, there is a passage ahead, I think it is connected to the cave on the left. 】

[I was curious, and walked forward with the boys and girls. 】

[There is a hole here that must be crawled to pass.Fortunately, the distance inside the cave is very short, and my anxiety came and went quickly. 】

[It's just that when we got out of the passage, we saw that this place turned out to be a river of sand. 】

[I roughly know that some sand is formed because of rock weathering, water erosion, and fish decomposing coral in the ocean. 】

[Only this underground cave does not meet any of the above conditions, so where did the sand come from? 】

[The little girl looked up and said to me: Brave man, there are paintings above the cave. 】

[I looked up, and sure enough, the ceiling of the cave was still a small figure with simple lines.Neither the little boy nor I can understand it, but the little girl seems to have a talent for interpreting original paintings. 】

[The aftermath of these ancient legends has been passed down to this day. Under the interpretation of the little girl, let us latecomers understand the most glorious and splendid history of the ancient gods. 】

[The little girl said: In ancient times, the old gods had the power to shape the world.

Every handful of sand and gravel on the bottom of the sea will be fabricated into a reef that floats to the surface.

Every weathered dune in the desert has been reshaped into a peak.

On an ancient summer evening, the weary old gods prepared to rest in eternal sleep.

The exhausted old god left part of his shaping ability in the world before losing consciousness.

The dwarves didn't pay much attention to this ability, thinking that the existing world was enough for them to survive.

Thus, the ability to shape the world gradually weakens with the world.

Until the appearance of human beings, a wise man sealed up the few remaining abilities. 】

Zhao Chuanxin scoffed.

Every race likes to exaggerate when shaping myths.

Maybe a certain group of big men followed the trajectory of the sun every day, went out to hunt at sunrise and sunset, and it was fabricated into the story of Kuafu chasing the sun.

Maybe in a thunderstorm weather, there was a burly blacksmith who was forging iron, and the hammer he held up caused the thunder and lightning, but he was lucky enough to survive, so he became the god of thunder Thor.

【The little girl stopped talking, because there is no drawing any further. 】

[The little boy lowered his head, looked at me and said to me: Brave man, there are messy little footprints on the ground, there must be Styx elves haunting here. 】

【Just as I was talking, the Shahe in front suddenly surged.Countless little heads emerged from the sand. 】

[I quickly reminded: You all hide behind me, it is the Styx elves. 】

[I think these Stygian elves are hunting with weapons in their hands, ambush under the sand, maybe they are waiting for some kind of creature to pass by, and then attack unexpectedly. 】

[And we became the prey that was actively sent to their mouths. 】

[The Styx elves attack us unscrupulously, regardless of whether they are humans or animals. 】

[I pulled out the Madsen gun and fired at them. 】

[In order to let the little boys and girls have the ability to protect themselves, I also handed them two pistols and taught them how to use them while shooting. 】

[I took them back and used narrow passages to reduce the shooting range and increase the effective killing. 】

[The most terrifying thing about the Styx elves is their speed and their fearless aggressiveness. 】

【Ahead, their corpses covered the road, but they still charged forward one after another. 】

[A fish slipped through the barrage and stabbed my calf with a sharp weapon. 】

【Behind me, the little boy pulled the trigger of the pistol. The bullet stuck to my thigh and shot into the head of the Styx elf, smashing its head into pieces. 】

[It seems that the little boy felt novelty when shooting for the first time, so he kept shooting. After a while, he emptied the bullet and kept pulling the trigger. 】

[I told him: there are only 8 rounds of bullets. 】

【The little boy snatched the gun from his sister and helped me replenish the firepower. 】

[We will fight and retreat. 】

[I originally thought that the passage behind me was the exit, leading to the three-fork where I came from. 】

[But this is not the case, we have come to another dark and damp space different from Shahe. 】

[In the center of the space, there is a strange cage made of rocks. 】

[The most peculiar thing is that this cage seems to be formed in one piece, and there is no door. 】

[In the cage, there is an acquaintance, who is the mission target of this trip - the goblin friend of the weirdo. 】

[The goblin also recognized me, and suddenly shouted to me: Be careful, there are guards here! 】

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