mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 278 Lotus Picture, Am I Right?

Freddy Pavelt knew that Zhao Chuanxin was a pragmatist. He didn't care about the process of doing things, but he needed to explain the results to him.

Freddy Pavelt knew that Zhao Chuanxin was coming to the United States soon, but his affairs were still not settled, so he was in a state of distress recently.

The total area of ​​Ethan Manor is very considerable. In addition to the main building, there is also a vast courtyard outside.

And at the request of Zhao Chuanxin, in order to ensure that the most beautiful and natural landscape of the Hudson Valley can be seen in the manor, the mountain on the opposite bank was also bought as a nature reserve.

This brings the total area to a staggering 4000 acres.

The manor is surrounded by green mountains and green waters, and the courtyard is full of flowers and decorated with artistic statues.

The courtyard landscape, was designed by the late famous landscape architect Frederick Law Olmsted.

Even if you take a walk here, you will feel refreshed.

The main building of Yisen Manor has four floors on the ground and two floors underground. It is built on a hill and is the commanding height nearby.

Not only can you overlook the beautiful scenery of the Hudson River, but you can even overlook New York City.

Freddie Pavelt was walking, thinking about how to solve the problem at hand, when he heard an argument at the gate.

He walked over and saw Marcus Ngrumah, a tall and strong black man hired by the manor.

This Marcus Ngrumah's brain is not very bright, and Freddie Pavelt often makes him do some heavy work.

The fellow was so powerful that Freddie Pavelt, besides making him do heavy work, could frighten the idlers of the town.

Especially the gypsies who have been hanging around lately, they are notorious thieves.

Seeing that it was Marcus Nkrumah, Freddy Pavelt stepped forward and asked, "What happened?"

Marcus Nkrumah pointed to a half-grown Caucasian child on the opposite side, and said in a low voice: "He is a lunatic, sneaking around the gate of the manor. I drove him away, but he refused to leave."

Freddie Pavel was amused.

It's a fool meets a madman.

The half-old Caucasian child on the opposite side looked fair and clean, wearing a delicate cap, a tightly buttoned dark blue jacket, and a soft suede tie.

It should be a child from a well-educated family, with the air of a city talent.

That is, the complexion is slightly pale, and the body is too thin.

The half-old child said: "I'm not crazy, I was just thinking, and I strayed into your manor. Sir, are you the owner of the manor?"

Freddie Pavelt had his hands behind his back, his shirt was buttoned tightly around his wrists, his waistcoat was not wrinkled at all, and his waist was straight.

He shook his head: "I'm not the owner of the manor, I'm the housekeeper here, Freddy Pavelt. Excuse me, what's your business?"

"I'm fine, Mr. Pavel. My name is Benjamin Goldberg. My family is new to North Tarrytown, just down the Hudson River. The white house that looks like the moon is my home."

Freddie Pavelt was a careful man, and he remembered the beautiful white house in town.

Being able to live there shows that Benjamin Goldberg is indeed a child of a wealthy family.

"Oh, then what are you doing in Ethan Manor?"

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes drifted away, not the kind of furtiveness, but obviously wandering away.

He paused for a while, then pointed to the big black man Marcus Nkrumah and said: "Sir, do you think he looks like a god in mythology? Look at these flowers and plants, do they look like they are flowing in the river of stars?" Although the gods have great power, they are kind and do not trample on them. Mr. Pavel, in fact, I was climbing mountains and wading through the universe, and happened to meet Hercules who was hiding in the manor..."

Freddie Pavel was dumbfounded.

He was sure that the child was indeed sick, not a serious one.

Although he is patient, he is also unwilling to deal with a child who has a powerful and unconstrained style in his head.

Because there is no time for that.

It's just that this child is skinny and skinny, so he probably won't bring any trouble to the manor.

So Freddie Pavelt said to the child: "You can play here, but don't break anything. Because the owner of the manor is not very good-tempered, and he is coming back soon. You can play with Marcus Nklu Ma to play with, I have to leave beforehand."

Although the half-grown child was seriously ill, he was polite: "Good sir, I would like to communicate with this Hercules."

"..."

Freddie Pavelt is gone.

As soon as he leaves,
Benjamin Goldberg said to Marcus Nkrumah: "Star Hercules, people in the town say you are terrible. But I can see your kindness at a glance."

"My name is Starry Sky Hercules." Marcus Nkrumah seriously emphasized: "My name is Marcus Nkrumah."

"I know what 'Nkrumah' means, which means fifth son, right? Don't be surprised, my friend, I spent three months reading Finished a 48-volume history of the world, in which there is a record of your name."

It seems that in front of the stupid Marcus Nkrumah, Benjamin Goldberg can completely let go and directly confess to the big guy.

Marcus Nkrumah doesn't even know his own name, let alone world history.

He said: "Since Steward Werther allows you to play here, then I won't stop you."

"Come, let us sit on the steps of the garden."

Benjamin Goldberg greeted: "You are the kindest person I have ever met, and you are also a star Hercules. I want to tell you about my experience. Although my parents think it is a mental illness, but I don't think so. I think you'll understand me."

Marcus Nkrumah was actually lonely too.

Strangers fear him because of his exaggerated height and shape, while acquaintances never know how to respect him because he is stupid, so he doesn't even have a friend to talk to.

He obediently sat down next to Benjamin Goldberg, and there seemed to be a heart that didn't match the shape hidden in his huge curled up body: "Okay, tell me."

"I was a stupid kid, until I was ten years old, and that bothered me and confused me. My desire to be as smart as the other kids was more than anything else."

"Me too, they keep saying I'm stupid, so I don't have any friends."

"Hehe, Starry Sky Hercules, we will be friends from now on. When I was ten years old, I had a dream. In the dream, someone gave me a glass of wine composed of numbers and words, or other liquids. I drank it and woke up I feel my eyes and ears are clear."

"That's amazing."

"Who says no? Let's talk about my business."

"Okay, you say."

Benjamin Goldberg couldn't be happier with this starry Hercules, which is a fantastic listener.

"After finishing that dream, it took me three months to finish reading a 48-volume history of the world. Later, it took me another two years to comprehend the essence of "Theory of Functions."

Marcus Nkrumah shook his head: "I'm not sure what you're talking about."

It seems to be worried that Hercules in the starry sky will lose interest in his words because of these boring things,
So Benjamin Goldberg stepped up.

He continued: "My parents thought I was enlightened at first. Until the last few months, I began to have all kinds of whimsical ideas. Seeing the texture of wood on furniture will form undulating mountains in my mind. Marble stone The stripes of the foundation will form vast oceans and rivers. I trek through these mountains and rivers, and the space at home becomes as huge as thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. I can immerse myself in a whole day and travel through thousands of mountains and rivers..."

Marcus Nkrumah said excitedly: "Me too. When I look at a pig, I think of pork. When I look at a chicken, I think of chicken legs."

"..." Although Benjamin Goldberg thought it was just greed, he nodded in agreement:

"That's right. When I saw my father's shotgun, I pictured the shotgun in my mind as a giant machine, and I could take it apart in my head and fit it with more sophisticated parts. Unfortunately, my parents didn't believe it. They thought I was sick and wanted to send me to Woodside Mental Hospital. But they also heard that the doctors there would remove my frontal lobe, put me on a spinning stool and beat me with electric current. They were terrified of it , I changed my mind and planned to change my living environment, thinking that this would improve my condition. So I came here and met you..."

One big and one small, one black and one white, the two of them actually sat on the flowerbed and talked all afternoon, without even going to the toilet.

……

Lotus Temple, Azure Dragon Hall.

Yesterday that Ning An came to Zhao Chuanxin with a meal: "Benefactor Zhao, it's time to eat."

Contemplating deeply, Zhao Chuanxin came back to his soul, and took the tofu soup and a bowl of rice: "What the hell are these? Is there any seafood? Is there any meat?"

Ning An bit her lip: "No."

"Why the hell do you always bite your lips? Believe it or not?"

Ning An was startled and backed away.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a bunch of various cans from the secret realm, and greeted everyone in the God of War team: "Come on, one can per person, this is the last stock, and it will be gone after eating."

When everyone saw that there were foreign cans to eat, their spirits immediately lifted.

The wounded man whose stomach had been cut open was crawling towards this side on the ground at this moment.

It can be seen how attractive foreign cans are to them.

Park Seung-yeol threw a can to him so that he would not be able to snatch it.

Zhao Chuanxin first pulled a can of beef, a can of beans, and a can of pudding into his arms.

The rest were looted by the crowd.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the canned beef and beans and poured them into the rice bowl, so that he could drink it with tofu soup, and the taste would be very satisfying.

There was a sound of chattering in Azure Dragon Hall.

After eating and drinking enough, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to stand up.

As a result, the wounds on the thigh, calf, arm, and shoulder protested together.

As long as you exert your strength, you will be overwhelmed with pain.

In addition to the hemostatic film, it would be great if there is another pain-relieving film.

He looked at Ning An next to him, and shouted: "I don't have any vision at all, help me up."

Aggrieved, Ning An stretched out his hand to help, but his weight of one hundred and eighty-nine kilograms was not covered. He tried his best to lift Zhao Chuanxin, but he couldn't move it.

In the end, it was Zhao Chuanxin who also used a little force to help him up.

Seeing his delicate and weak appearance, Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "Where did Lan Tian die?"

Ning An said: "Chan Master Changshun asked everyone to go outside to collect the corpses, and Lan Tian followed suit."

Zhao Chuanxin was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately said to Park Shenglie, who was sucking teeth, "Don't suck and suck, it sounds disgusting. You go out and pick your teeth with a stick, and take a few people with you. Help those monks, bring our brother's body back, and let those monks cremate alone."

Park Seungyeol responded, and pulled up Li Xiuji who was beside him, "Don't be idle, come with us."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Ning An again: "What are you in a daze for, help me to the toilet quickly."

Ning An wanted to bite his mouth again, but halfway through, he suddenly remembered Zhao Chuanxin's fierce appearance, and he didn't dare.

When they arrived at the latrine, Zhao Chuanxin pushed Ning An away: "Go up to the side, do you want to watch me pee?"

Ning An: "..."

Park Seung-yeol took Lee Soo-gil out, and it happened that the US Minister to Korea, William Carlo Weil, was also preparing to go down the mountain.

Park Seungyeol hesitated for a while whether to stop this person, after all, Mr. Zhao hadn't said anything to let him go.

But after thinking about it, the Japanese army had already discovered them, and they were not afraid of leaking the news at this time, so they let it go.

Seeing that Park Seung Yeol and the others didn't stop him, William Carlo Will heaved a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of these Koreans, but Zhao Chuanxin.

As long as Zhao Chuanxin is not around, everything will be fine.

When they arrived at the Shura field on the mountain path, they saw a group of monks below, leaning over and throwing up their breakfast intact.

And then William Carlo Weil: "Ouch..."

After vomiting, he took out a handkerchief and wiped the filth off his beard.

Turning to Park Seung Yeol, he said, "God, you cruel butchers..."

Park Seungyeol didn't say anything, but Li Xiuji stared: "What did you say? If I pass your words to Mr. Zhao's ears, do you know what it means?"

William Carlo Weil's words came to an abrupt end.

After a while, he asked, "Why are the corpses there circled?"

Li Xiuji glanced at the "Picture of Lotus Corpse Arrangement", suppressed his stomach discomfort, and forced a smile: "That is Mr. Zhao's masterpiece. Last night, he was surrounded by two or three hundred Japanese soldiers and engaged in hand-to-hand combat. Mr. Zhao killed them all by himself." Kill back."

"..." William Carlo Will said in his heart, do you think I am a fool: "One's power is limited."

He cryptically pointed out that Li Xiuji is a "Zhao Chuan".

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Li Xiuji ran to the center of the "Lotus Picture" and said with gestures: "Last night, Mr. Zhao was standing here, and there were layers of Japanese soldiers outside. He killed a circle like this alone." ...until the Japanese soldiers were killed by the news."

Seeing this, all the monks and William Carlo Weil made up the picture in their brains, combined with the live "Lotus Picture", they couldn't help being shocked.

I Cao... This seems to be true.

William Carlo Weir remembered the Battle of Thermopylae in ancient Greece, and the monks present remembered "but let the dragon city fly generals, and don't teach Huma Du Yinshan".

So far, personal force is worthy of the name of "God of War".

They really wanted to know how the Japanese who were killed and retreated felt.

William Carroll Weir sneered: "Well, can I leave? This scene makes me uncomfortable."

Park Seung-yeol stretched out his hand: "Please do."

Wait for the American envoy to leave.

Lan Tian came to Li Xiuji's side: "Benefactor, is everything you said true?"

"Of course it is true. Well, when you move the corpses, remember to separate our brothers and the Japanese soldiers. Those broken ones are basically the dead souls of the Japanese soldiers under Mr. Zhao. Save them together and throw them away in wasteland to feed wild animals. .”

Lan Tian looked at the ones spread out on the ground and the ones hanging on the trees, and shivered.

So brutal!

The Japanese army is known for its ferocity, and now there is someone even more ferocious than them.

……

What do the Japanese think?
Last night, the Japanese army fleeing all over the mountains and plains soon met with the troops who came to support them.

After learning that the army was defeated, the backup troops did not dare to continue up the mountain, and they gathered the remnants outside Guluji Ridge.

And report the situation here to Shang Yuanyong.

Yusaku Uehara was eating breakfast.

In Japan, it is called morning food or morning food. For ordinary people, it is soybean soup, pickled vegetables and rice.

Yusaku Uehara ate more heartily, soybean soup, bread slices with butter, milk, poached eggs and a little fish fillet.

After listening to the adjutant's report on the battle situation, he just drank the milk in his mouth and spit it out with a "poof".

"Zhao Chuanxin and the God of War team have less than a hundred people. We have two squadrons of infantry and artillery, but they couldn't last until the reinforcements arrived?"

Yusaku Uehara looked at the adjutant in disbelief.

He originally thought that as long as the two squadrons persevered, when the reinforcements arrived, wouldn't it be easy to handle Zhao Chuanxin?

The adjutant smiled wryly: "You can eat first, the matter has already happened, so don't be in a hurry. Some things, it's better to wait until you finish eating."

Yusaku Uehara put the milk cup on the table, and he knelt down by the table with his hands on his knees: "Eat? How can I still be in the mood to eat? Tell me, what's going on!"

"Eh... there are many unsolved mysteries here."

Uehara is brave enough: let you talk about the battle situation, you talk about the unsolved mysteries?
Seeing his expression, the adjutant hurriedly said: "Zhao Chuanxin knows magic. He built a rock fortress, and our artillery suffered heavy casualties. In the end, both Zhao Chuanxin and our army ran out of ammunition, and started hand-to-hand combat. He alone fought against the two of us." 300 people. We are outnumbered..."

Yusaku Uehara interrupted him: "What did you say? Zhao Chuanxin used a bayonet to fight two or 300 of us alone? Did I hear correctly?"

The adjutant stammered: "Ah, I made a slip of the tongue. Actually, he wasn't alone. After 50 or [-] people were killed or injured on our side, the God of War team also joined in with bayonets. Later, Zhao Chuanxin got another Mark from somewhere. Qin heavy machine gun, our side has no ammunition to continue, so we had to retreat."

But Yusaku Uehara heard that, without any comfort in his heart, he was even angrier: "Baga, are they all trash? It's fine if you can't beat the guns and guns. Could it be that so many people can't beat him alone in hand-to-hand combat? I really thought it was Lu Bu Zhao Yun Is this kind of fierce general who enters seven and exits seven?"

After listening to his subordinates' description of the battlefield, the adjutant knew how tragic the battle was.

At this time, he had to fight for the injustice of the soldiers who died in battle: "On the ancient Luji Ridge, it became a flesh and blood mill last night. The soldiers didn't take a step back. They defended their dignity with their lives. The enemy is too strong!"

(End of this chapter)