mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 533
When the adjudication team began to despair, Zhao Chuanxin came back wearing a coat full of holes.

Those holes were obviously bullet holes.

Seeing this, the adjudication team was in awe.

At this time, there was no concept of body armor, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't wear iron plates inside.

Even ordinary iron plates may not be bulletproof.

They imagined Zhao Chuanxin as a clank and iron bone, invulnerable to swords and guns.

Zhao Chuanxin was relieved to see that the cigar was still alive.

It's awesome to blow it out, if Yuan doesn't come back, it will be a shame.

He looked at the three fallen corpses, his face expressionless.

"Don't panic, war is like this." He said lightly.

It took half a day to kill three people, which is a profit.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was physically strong, and he belonged to that type of fat-packed muscle.

Since I lost my birthday, I have become too thin to wear clothes, and the clothes are getting looser and looser day by day.

This is of no benefit. After being beaten, there was originally a fat buffer, but now it is a dull pain from the impact of the bullet.

He took out a small mirror and a wooden square, lifted it up and looked back, then turned the mirror to walk left and right.

"Big Vat of Peach, you keep the right side, I'll hit the left side."

There are fewer people on the right and more people on the left.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Chuanxin gave them some ammunition for the 88-style committee rifle.

When the Type 88 Committee fired, the gun shook too much, and the accuracy was impressive.

Zhao Chuanxin did not charge this time. He piled a pile of sand outside the bunker, and built a stone wall with mud trowel gloves, which was taller than a person and had a small shooting hole.

He stood up slowly, lit a cigarette, and stretched out the barrel of the gun.

bang bang bang bang bang...

The guns were fired in an orderly manner.

This kind of fight is not very intense for him.

The distance was too far, and after five rounds of bursts, only two people were killed.

But in the war of hot weapons, those who can withstand the continuous collapse of comrades around them and continue to charge and fight bravely, the Japanese are number one, and then the king of the army decades later-the Rabbit Army.

The Yankees rely on their strong ships and guns, and their well-equipped equipment. They can fight with the wind, but they can vote against the wind.

The willpower of the Portuguese is limited compared with that of the United States at this time, and it is also not good.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin's firepower output was extremely stable, they began to hesitate in moving forward.

After Zhao Chuanxin fired a clip, he immediately changed to Mosin Nagant to let the assault rifle cool down.

After all, the material is not up to standard, and continuous shooting will reduce its short lifespan.

bang, bang, bang...

The firepower is reduced, but the accuracy is greatly increased.

This would not have the effect of suppressing firepower, and the opponent gradually narrowed the distance.

On Li Zhitao's side, Zhao Chuanxin originally shared most of the firepower, so they should be relaxed.

But the situation was just the opposite. It took so long to kill three people just now, and now three more people died at the beginning.

Because Li Zhitao ordered the power to fight back, restraining the enemy's footsteps.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it, frowned, and shouted: "Big crock of peaches, lead people to retreat."

Li Zhitao didn't hesitate, as soon as he gave the order, he saw that Zhao Chuanxin hadn't left, and said anxiously, "Master, what about you?"

"Leave me alone, find a place to hide first."

Li Zhitao bit the bullet and dragged the dead and injured brothers back.

The distance between Portuguese soldiers is 300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters...

Zhao Chuanxin did not move until he pushed Zhao Chuanxin less than 50 meters.

Gao Dingyu drew out his command saber: "Now there is only one person left, and this person must be Zhao Chuanxin, pass on my order, the whole army charges!"

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: What the **** god of war, that's all he can do, right?
The Portuguese soldiers jumped out of the bunker one after another, trotting forward while shooting.

A Goldberg M1907 was placed on the ground next to Zhao Chuanxin. It was covered with a wet towel, and it was still smoking at first, but now there was no steam.

He picked it up with a cigarette in his mouth, and inserted a new magazine.

He looked down at an old sacred altar pendant hanging around his neck, and found that the liquid inside was halfway up, and the color became darker, and it shone faintly under the reflection of the sun.

His heart moved, and he looked at the Portuguese soldiers more than 30 meters away.

He concentrated, and a distorted round frame appeared in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a while, and then went in with a gun on his shoulder.

A Portuguese soldier was pulling the bolt to load the gun, his technique was unskilled, and he had to look down.

Looking up again, he found that the air in front of him was distorted, and a "monster" with green face and fangs in a coat full of holes came out of it.

It turns out that the blue-faced fangs are just a mask... Pu Bing said in his heart that he frightened me.

Then he raised his gun!
Zhao Chuanxin appeared more than 30 meters away in an instant, and reached out to hold the handguard of the Portuguese soldier's rifle, because it is not hot here.

The moment the muzzle was raised, bang.

The bullets of the Portuguese soldiers flew obliquely into the sky.

duh!
As soon as the ax went down, the Portuguese soldier Tianling Gai leaked air.

The rest of the Portuguese soldiers didn't know what happened. The fastest responder was about to turn his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his ax and threw it at his head.

duh.

People fell.

The smart gyroscope carried the elf carving knife to kill all directions, Zhao Chuanxin seamlessly switched weapons, set the Goldberg M1907 to the fully automatic mode, and fired with heels.

bang bang bang...

At this time, the reason for choosing the assault rifle is to kill effectively, after all, he is in the crowd at this time.

30 rounds quickly emptied.

He put away the Goldberg M1907 and took out the Ares M1907.

chug chug...

Zhao Chuanxin shot while advancing, clearing the enemy in a blink of an eye.

He rubbed his stomach, which had just been hit by several bullets.

In the woods outside the alley, Gao Dingyu was startled when he saw the commotion among the Portuguese soldiers.

After all, a second ago, the enemy was still shooting tens of meters away, so he never expected to appear in his team suddenly.

Guessing that this was a slap in the face, he shouted, "Go and see what's going on?"

As soon as the sent person arrived, he bumped into Zhao Chuanxin who had already killed him.

The smart gyroscope swung a knife, and Zhao Chuanxin did not stop to cover up and kill him.

The Portuguese soldiers who came to investigate fell down without saying a word.

Zhao Chuanxin got into the woods and leaned against a big tree to identify his position.

Alleys have already been created here, and high-rise buildings will rise here in future generations.

To the south is Nanwan Lake, to the west three miles is the inner harbor, to the east is less than two miles to the outer harbor, and to the north are the houses of the common people.

Leaning against a tree, smoking a cigarette, he took out the empty magazine and replaced it with a new one,

Stretching out the mirror and looking at it, there are many figures in the woods, and seeing their reactions is a bit bewildered.

After all, the front team seemed to have been ambushed, there was a sudden exchange of fire, and then there was a sudden silence, and the Portuguese soldiers who went to the front to inquire did not return.

Gao Dingyu frowned: "Where is the person? Why haven't you come back yet?"

No one can answer him.

Gao Dingyu had a bad premonition in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was behind the tree, checked the gun and then looked at the old sacred altar. Nearly half of the liquid had disappeared.

The thin lines that can only be felt but not seen in all directions are still coming here from time to time.

At this rate, the old sacred altar will be filled with faith in one to two days.

With half a can of faith, you can open a holy light channel with a distance of up to 30 meters.

It’s hard to say how far a can of faith can drive, maybe doubled, maybe less than 60 meters, or far more than 60 meters.

He raised his head and looked at the tree. It was a banyan tree. Zhao Chuanxin didn't know if the trunk was one tree or dozens of trees twisted together.

The roots are entangled, and at least three people can embrace the thick and thin trunks.

On the crown of the tree, the air roots are densely drooping.

The roots protrude from the ground, densely packed and intertwined.

Not far away, a fat cobra of unknown species stretched its neck and spat at Zhao Chuanxin from afar.

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of Suohemomembrane.

Venomous snakes are simply the natural enemy of blood-locking membranes.

He pointed silently, and the smart gyroscope cut off the cobra's head.

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin put away the elf carving knife, buckled the smart gyroscope behind his back, took two steps back to run, and climbed to the top of the tree clinging to the vine.

Not far away, Gao Dingyu hesitated for a while, but there was no sound in front of him.

This made him a little guilty.

The most terrifying of quiet battlefields.

He waved his command knife: "Go ahead."

The white horse under the crotch carefully avoided the tree roots to prevent sprained hooves.

The adjutant said: "Governor, why don't we withdraw and make further calculations?"

The adjutant often reads newspapers, so it's a bit timid.

After all, what he had to face was Zhao Chuanxin.

Gao Dingyu said angrily, "Why are you withdrawing? He brought a mob with him, and we are a regular army. What are you afraid of?"

He became a little angry from embarrassment.

He lowered his head to hide his embarrassment, but saw a poisonous snake whose head had been beheaded on the ground.

What are you afraid of?
Soon he knew.

A figure descended from the sky and landed in the middle of the team.

The elf carving knife whirled around, and there was no living person within ten meters.

chug chug...

People turned on their backs, and there was a lot of gunfire.

Some were fired by Zhao Chuanxin, and some Portuguese soldiers went off in a panic.

At this time, if the fire escapes, eight hundred enemies will be injured and one thousand will be damaged, and the comrades in close range will suffer disaster.

The scene was chaotic.

The white horse raised its front hooves in shock, Gao Dingyu was caught off guard and fell backwards from the horse.

This time he fell in a mess, and just got up when he saw Zhao Chuanxin, wearing a blue-faced fang mask, dodging from left to right. He held a God of War M1907 in each hand, and the barrel of the gun was emitting continuous fireworks. His own Portuguese soldiers There is no single enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped under the banyan tree on the left, and clamped the head of a Portuguese soldier who had just finished shooting with his left arm. The God of War M1907 in his right hand disappeared, and there was an extra Lugang M1907. Regardless of the opponent's struggle, he pressed against his temple.

He didn't even look at the trapped soldiers, but just stared at the enemy coming from the front right.

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his arm without even looking at it, and the Portuguese soldier fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin used the trunk of the banyan tree as a cover to attract firepower, and the smart gyroscope and the elf carving knife swept from the side, cutting off the Portuguese soldier who fired.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly leaned out, jumped behind the trunk of the banyan tree on the right, raised his leg and kicked away a bayonet that was stretched out.

Raise your hand and pull the trigger.

boom.

The Portuguese soldier had a bloody hole in his head.

Another Portuguese soldier with a bayonet stabbed him with a gun.

Zhao Chuanxin just glanced at it and raised his hand.

Phoenix ring.

boom……

The Portuguese soldier flew upside down and hit the tree trunk, rolled his eyes and fainted.

During the melee, Zhao Chuanxin usually had to watch all directions and listen to all directions. As soon as he restrained the enemy, his eyes would immediately turn to other places, focusing on the second round of battle, keeping his hands busy and distracted.

Zhao Chuanxin moved forward in a zigzag shape as if he had entered the land of no one, and he was only ten meters away from Gao Dingyu in a moment.

Behind are countless Portuguese soldiers, eager for the Savior to come rushing.

Gao Dingyu's command knife fell not far away, and he instinctively crawled backwards with his hands on the ground.

But suddenly remembered that he was still riding fast, and thought about getting up and riding.

But the white horse was frightened, and in a panic, he chose to escape.

It happened to pass by Zhao Chuanxin here.

After getting a new lifespan, Zhao Chuanxin's body has almost recovered, but because the root of the starry sky always absorbs sunlight, his appetite has been greatly reduced, and his body shape has not been able to grow back.

But the strength is still there.

He grabbed the rein and took a gait with his legs. He unexpectedly held the white horse's front legs unable to advance an inch. He raised his hind legs and turned at an angle of [-] degrees in the air, so as not to let it dodge his waist.

Gao Dingyu was astonished, how much goddamn power did he have to do this?
In all of Portugal, the bravest man might not be able to do it, right?
Not only was he afraid, but the white horse also faltered, bowed his head and stood still, not daring to act anymore.

Zhao Chuanxin got on his horse and turned the horse's head.

The most important thing about riding a horse is not to master the skills, not to practice tricks, but to overcome fear.

Once the fear is gone and people are not killed or maimed, riding will improve by leaps and bounds.

Zhao Chuanxin did not live on horseback like the people on the prairie since he was a child. He has only practiced for a few years, but no one dares to underestimate his equestrian skills. It is because of his courage.

Not afraid of falling, not afraid of the horse stumbled, the original blue ghost armor, now the smart gyroscope, anyway, he can't fall.

He rode a white horse close to Gao Dingyu, suddenly turned sideways, and at the same time slapped the horse's butt.

The white horse turned around first, then raised its hind hoof, which kicked Gao Dingyu's thigh, turning him sideways, cursing his mother in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out the whip of judgment and wrapped it around Gao Dingyu's neck whistling: "You are Gao Dingyu? Let your soldiers stop attacking first."

(End of this chapter)