mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 550 Cixi asked me to chisel a battleship
Fortunately, these pistol soldiers can't do it, and the Qing army's march at night is also very difficult.

The two sides remained in a stalemate until dawn.

Shuangxi took a look through the binoculars, and there were shadows in the distance, and they were retreating.

Wang Long wondered, "Why did they withdraw?"

Shuangxi put down the binoculars: "The purpose of the Qing government is to recapture Zhennan Pass. If they chase after me, they will cross the border with me. They are afraid that the loss outweighs the gain by provoking France."

At this time Vietnam was the domain of the French.

Zhennanguan is actually on the border, and after running for half the night, the east was already pale, and Shuangxi and the others were already in Yanzi Mountain.

Because the Qing army stopped chasing, everyone slowed down.

Suddenly, the bushes in front of him rustled, and several people with disheveled faces came out.

This is the most difficult time for people. Wang Long, who opened the way ahead, took a nap and was startled: "Who?"

The person in front said: "Don't shoot, we are mountain people."

Shuangxi stepped forward to negotiate, and these people turned out to be local civilians who later joined the rebel army. They ran away with Huang Mingtang, but they didn't run far. They couldn't leave their families behind, and they automatically "left behind" halfway.

Shuangxi frowned: "Do you want to go back?"

"Yes, there are still young and old in the family, so they can't go to Vietnam."

"But have you ever thought that you will be retaliated by the Qing army if you go back?"

"That can't be, the law does not blame the public, and I am not the only one who helped the rebel army..." This person was lucky.

Shuangxi knew that persuasion was impossible.

He said to the pistol squad: "Go ahead and meet Governor Huang."

Along the way, it was Shuangxi who made up their minds, Wang Long was the vanguard, the two were highly capable, and everyone was convinced of them, so much so that they became dependent.

Someone said: "Brother Shuangxi, come with us. If you go to Vietnam, you will definitely be used by Mr. Sun."

Shuangxi waved his hands: "Let's go quickly, the two of us will go back with them to have a look, for fear that the Qing army will settle the score, and these brothers and their families will suffer."

Wang Long rolled his eyes: This is really a fucking father and mother.

In the Qing army, Chen Bingkun and Zeng Shaohui had such a conversation.

Chen Bingkun said: "Among the rebels, the last team is an elite one. The number will not exceed 30, but they easily ambushed and killed our team of [-] people. Seeing that they have entered the Yanzi Mountain, it is useless to pursue them."

Zeng Shaohui stomped his feet: "Damn it, among the thieves there are masters in mountain warfare, and they dared to lay ambushes on the side of the road several times along the way, and they couldn't even catch the shadows."

It was Wang Long.

When escaping, Wang Long single-handedly lay in ambush by the side of the road, calling out with a shotgun at every turn. Once he was wounded, a large number of Qing troops would run away after fighting.

Chasing here, Wang Long was as flexible as an ape in the mountains, and he disappeared after tossing and turning.

After a while, he appeared in the front again, showing the boldness of a high-level artist.

With deep forests and dense leaves and dim sky, the Qing army was really hard to defend against.

The night of harassment made the Qing army exhausted.

Zeng Shaohui said: "How can I explain to the court if I didn't catch the traitor?"

Chen Bingkun stroked his beard and said, "It doesn't matter, many of the rebels are local people, and monks can't escape the temple if they run away!"

Zeng Shaohui sneered.

……

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin went to see the injured white horse first.

"Sorry..."

Zhao Chuanxin tugged at the horse's ears, and the white horse let out a cry of dissatisfaction.

"Yes, it will be good in another year or a half."

Chui Shui Ju said: "Master, this kind of injury will cause both people and horses to suffer. In my opinion, this horse is useless."

Holding a comb, Zhao Chuanxin stroked the horse's neck backwards and said, "Take good care of it. It may not be able to travel long distances, but it can be used as a breeding stock and a foal. This is a good horse."

Portuguese horses are also famous horses.

Handing the comb to Chuishuiju, Zhao Chuanxin said: "In the next few days, I may have to leave Ao Island, you take care of this horse, and when the injury is stable, find a ship to transport it to Tianjin Wei and send it to Lu Go to Gang Town."

Lugang Town is about to become a base for famous horses.

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back, and Shi Shiran left.

Today, those snot-nosed kids went crazy somewhere, and Jiu'ao Mountain is very quiet.

Zhao Chuanxin went down the mountain and walked towards the little old man's house along the path.

Sure enough, in just a few days, the peak speed of the power of faith has passed, and the speed has slowed down.

People in the world are not like this. They only burn incense when they have something to do, hug Buddha's feet temporarily, and offer longevity cards at home, and they may not always recite them all the time.

Zhao Chuanxin was thinking wildly as he walked.

Passing one place, I saw a group of snot-nosed children gathered around the tree, holding the snacks saved yesterday, coaxing a group of black-backed apes on the tree to come down to play.

Xian Yu said crisply: "You will scare them like this, stay away and let me come."

Seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin smiled and shook his head, and left quietly, letting them play.

When I came to the little old man's house, the shark skin suede had been prepared.

Zhao Chuanxin tried it on, and it fit well.

The main reason he wanted this thing was to keep warm underwater.

After bidding farewell to the little old man, Zhao Chuanxin headed north all the way, alone.

There is no need to build a bridge when encountering water, and you can directly wade across the water.

A residual sun spreads in the water, half of the river is half red.

Landed.

Walking through the fifth street in early October, passed the Tongfutang pharmacy, passed by tea shops, and finally came to a roast meat shop to rest.

After entering, a little Portuguese girl raised her head with a spoon in her hand and asked Zhao Chuanxin, "Sir, why is your hair different from theirs?"

Sitting next to the little girl was a Portuguese couple who first wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, and then gave Zhao Chuanxin a haughty look.

Zhao Chuanxin's hair is already very long and his beard is thick.

Looks a bit like a... bum.

Fortunately, he was neatly dressed, otherwise he would not have been stopped.

This head full of thick black hair is obviously different from the yin and yang heads of the people in the Qing Dynasty.

He winked at the little girl: "The whole world is cheap and I am the only noble, just like your parents, I am nobler than them, so my hair is like this."

The little girl was ignorant, and blinked her big eyes: "Oh..."

Her parents were angry: "Don't listen to his nonsense, we are noble."

The little girl was a little confused. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin and her parents: "Who is right?"

A paper pig appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's palm: "Let's ask the gods, gods, gods, do you think they are noble?"

To the shock of the Portuguese couple, the paper pig shook his head.

Zhao Chuanxin: "God, god, do you think I'm noble?"

The paper pig nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the little girl: "The gods are fair."

A good view of right and wrong and values ​​must be established from an early age.

Today's scene left a deep impression on the little girl's heart.

"It's all a trick, Sophia, don't believe it."

"But this gentleman is really communicating with the gods."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and ordered a three-color meal.

In fact, the three colors are composed of dark to light char siu and rice.

Zhao Chuanxin did not expect that there would be a rice bowl at this moment, which is the beginning of the combination of Chinese and Western food.

He tasted it, and it was sweet and greasy, and the char siu juice on it was very rich.

Obviously, this kind of food is in line with the eating habits of Westerners.

In the wind and clouds, after a bowl of rice, I was only half full.

The little girl sat at another table, staring blankly.

Growing up so big, it was the first time I saw someone eating like this, and I felt like eating without chewing.

Zhao Chuanxin came in later, but finished his meal early, and gave a tip when he checked out.

But when he walked to the table with the little girl, the Portuguese man suddenly stood up: "Wait, we need your apology."

"Apologize for what?"

The man is speechless.

He can never say that foreigners are noble.

After thinking about it, he teased, "Isn't it a kind of inferiority to emphasize that you are nobler than others?"

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette after dinner, and said lightly, "Oh, I'm glad I feel inferior, are you okay?"

The Portuguese man rolled his eyes choking.

I've never seen such a shameless person.

Zhao Chuanxin gave the little girl a wink, turned around and left.

As night falls, the peninsula is brightly lit.

Zhao Chuanxin strolled along the coast of the Inner Harbor, with the evening breeze blowing, and walked to the fort of Kaotang, where he saw the Ruins of St. Paul's.

It is said that there was originally a church here, but after many natural disasters, the church was destroyed, leaving only this magnificent gate.

Zhao Chuanxin saw many Portuguese people walking here after dinner. They were very happy with their families.

Touching the granite that was full of traces of time, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, jumped onto the baroque pattern of the stone pillar, jumped again with his strength, and floated onto the arched door.

He raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Nearby was the big fort on the hillside, and two Portuguese warships were moored quietly on the sea.

The fort and the battleship echo each other, impregnable.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the arched door and smoked, his two long legs dangling, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the dark night.

Below, a Portuguese man raised his head and shouted: "Sir, please come down immediately."

Zhao Chuanxin just looked at the fort in a daze, as if he had never heard of it.

The noisy voices of the people below attracted many melon-eaters who came to watch the excitement.

People are like this. If you don’t believe me, go to the street and stare at the sky intently. Within half an hour, there must be a bunch of people looking up.

When it was getting darker, Zhao Chuanxin provoked the Portuguese soldiers to maintain law and order.

They all shouted below to let Zhao Chuanxin go down.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin didn't respond, someone went around to the back, climbed up from the broken wall, and prepared to go up and subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

Finally, someone climbed to the arched door and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin aggressively: "See how I will deal with you..."

As he spoke, his hand was about to rest on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin whistled.

The whistle for operating the devil vine is really not similar to "The riddle", it is exactly the same.

In such a night, with such a tune, the Portuguese soldier only felt that something was entangled in his arms, and then he let out an "ah" and threw himself forward involuntarily.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was sitting, gave way slightly, and he fell headfirst.

Some of the people below were holding lanterns, and some were holding torches, and they all exclaimed when they saw this scene.

However, the Portuguese soldier was only suspended in mid-air and did not fall.

If the people below jumped up, they could touch the feet of the Portuguese soldiers.

The people below were angry: "Let him go!"

Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

The Portuguese soldiers who were hung couldn't get up and down, and their arms were stretched extremely uncomfortable.

He yelled, "Help me, for God's sake, let me go down."

The people below started to jump, but every time they jumped up, Zhao Chuanxin's whistle would become more passionate, and then the Portuguese soldiers would be pulled up.

In any case, the people below are just out of reach.

When the people below were panting and sweating, Zhao Chuanxin stopped whistling and raised his wrist to check the time. After he whistled, the Portuguese soldiers fell and fell enough to eat.

He shouted condescendingly: "Is there anyone below who can speak Chinese?"

"Have!"

Zhao Chuanxin: "Let me say a word, and you give a sentence to the interpreter present."

"Today, everything I do is instigated by Lafayette of the Qing Dynasty, yes, it is Cixi."

"Because you Portugal threatened to bombard the coastal areas, your warships will be sunk."

"Your big fort is too bluffing, it's frightening to look at, so Cixi asked me to come and dismantle the big fort."

"Cixi gave me a sum of money, not much, only [-] francs, and this is my reward."

"If there is a wrong, there is a debtor. You should place this debt on Cixi."

"Understand?"

The brains of the people below who can understand Chinese are buzzing.

Someone asked in broken Chinese: "Who is your Excellency?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!"

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(End of this chapter)