mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 562 Blast away those who come to the door without gifts from now on
Li Zhitao led the jury to ambush.

The entrance in the southwest corner can be used as a cover on both sides, and the west wall is unobstructed.

Which one is better and which one is inferior makes a judgment.

But Li Zhitao and the others only took advantage of it, and the Portuguese soldiers began to retreat while shooting.

The distance was only a few tens of meters, and a dozen corpses were left behind. They successfully retreated to the northwest corner of the Shura Field, which was as miserable as it was.

The two sides shot randomly at a distance of [-] meters. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see flames bursting out from time to time at the two corners below. The fight was lively, and no one died.

The Portuguese soldiers in the northwest corner were inevitably a little desperate.

Someone said: "Half the people, go to the southeast corner fort for help, and let them go around and surround the southwest corner of the fort."

This is a war fought in circles.

He thought that the Portuguese soldiers on the fort in the southeast corner were still alive, after all, they were still swearing down in anger just now.

Just do what you say, half of the Portuguese soldiers walked halfway along the north wall, and happened to meet Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged aside, and then followed them, reducing their staff while running.

In this way, they didn't notice anything wrong when they were about to disappear.

Until the last person, he tilted his head slightly and said, "Why is there no movement at all?"

He just turned around, felt a pain between his brows, and lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at the corpses all over the floor, and turned his head to continue running.

In the northwest corner of the fort, the sound of gunfire disturbing the night, the torch inserted in the drain hole ran out of fuel, and the moon in the sky was also scared and hid in the clouds, only the tongue of flame occasionally illuminated the surroundings.

The curly black-haired Portuguese soldier had just finished firing his bullets, then retreated to pull the bolt, and his teammates stood on top to prevent the fire from being interrupted.

He wiped the sweat off his face, and his nose was filled with the smell of sea water, burnt paste, internal organs and blood.

On the four-sided fort like a death cycle, he is undoubtedly lucky. He is still alive, and he even seems to have hit the arm of a gunman on the opposite side just now, because he felt that the muzzle of the opposite gun suddenly raised and shot into the sky after firing. .

After loading the bullet puller, he raised his head and glanced behind him, and was surprised to find that the shadowy formation of his comrades disappeared in the darkness.

A black hole of fear suddenly arose in his heart, as if there was a huge danger lurking in the darkness.

"There are enemies..."

These were the last words he said.

The rest of the Portuguese soldiers turned their heads in shock, and found that all the Portuguese soldiers who were sticking to the battlements fell down one by one.

Starting from the periphery, no matter whether they raised their guns to resist or shot, they could not stop their death.

In an instant, despair spread in the boundless darkness.

There seemed to be only one way out, and that was to leave the northwest corner and enter the western wall.

Behind him is the invisible black hole devouring human life, and in front of him is the visible bullet of the Judgment that kills people.

All the surviving Portuguese soldiers rushed to the western wall after a little weighing.

People are still more afraid of the unknown.

On the other side, Chuan Shui Ju held his arm that was bitten by a bullet, and shouted: "They are rushing over."

When he was unlucky to shoot just now, he was hit by a bullet, causing his flesh to curl up and bleed profusely.

But under the noisy environment and tense atmosphere, Chuan Shuiju didn't feel much pain.

Li Zhitao pulled him away, and shot himself on the top, a Portuguese soldier who was running fell forward.

Li Zhitao found out that when a Portuguese soldier ran towards this side, he turned around and fired a shot.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was hesitating whether to pursue him or not, was taken aback when the bullet fired by the Portuguese soldier passed him by, hitting the city wall in the northwest corner and sparks scattered everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to go out, so he simply lit a cigar, sat on the battlements and waited for the adjudication team to exhaust the poor stragglers.

The gunshots didn't last long, and Li Zhitao brought someone out to check if there were any survivors to make up the knife.

Zhao Chuanxin took off the shadow cloak and did not move. He just took out the lantern and lit it with a match in the leeward side, and stood on the battlements.

Blowing Water Ju came with his arms in his arms: "Master, are you alright?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and blew smoke: "Shangzi, are you dying?"

Blowing Water Ju smiled and bared his teeth: "It's just a small injury for a man."

Li Zhitao rushed over, and Zhao Chuanxin handed him a medicine box made of oak wood: "Disinfect and bandage Chuishuiju's sutured wound."

When Li Zhitao and Chuishuiju went to Lugang Town for "advanced training", they had already mastered these skills proficiently.

Li Zhitao said to Zhao Chuanxin while suturing Chuishuiju, "Master, there may still be people in the three-story tower in the center."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "You send someone to search, a group of several people, and proceed carefully."

He played from day to night, and he was also a little tired.

It may be that the battle was over, and the moonlight in the sky came out from the scattered clouds again, and the cold light shone on the fort. In addition to the blood stains on the ground, there were also some cigarette cases and matches scattered all over the ground because the pockets were cut into pieces. , wine bottles and even needles and threads.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and picked up a large Mexican silver dollar with an eagle and a snake pattern, which was a relic of a Portuguese soldier and was stained with blood.

For some reason, Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

The rest of the Judgment Team who cleaned the battlefield looked at the leader in awe.

When he showed a weird and cold smile, they couldn't help shivering.

They scolded happily and fought lively, but in fact, more than half of the Portuguese soldiers on the fort died at the hands of this man.

The four words "kill like hemp" are exaggerated with a strong personal color.

Such a person, maybe after he gets off the Hall of Yama, the King of Yama will give him a little face when he sees him, because he can't afford to offend him.

"Master, here's some water." A member of the adjudicative team fawned over a water bag on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the handprints mixed with mud and blood on the water bag, and shook his head: "I will never be thirsty in my life."

"..."

Not long after, Li Zhitao brought someone back: "Master, there is no one left, they are all dead."

"Very good." Zhao Chuanxin was shocked, and he was already convinced that the island really seemed to be named Zhao. "Lead people to clean up the battlefield. Tonight we will rest on the fort, and we can't let the Portuguese take it."

He's had enough of playing hide and seek.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't join in the fun with the crowd. In order to avoid the loud snoring, he went to the top of the tower, took out a blanket, wrapped himself in a deep sleep.

Paper pigs are on the roof and eaves of the police circle.

Early the next morning.

The Portuguese residents of Fengshun Church and the pastor of the nearby Santiago Church, who had hardly slept all night, went out quietly when the east was pale.

They hesitated and gathered in front of Fengshuntang Street.

Finally, the pastor straightened the Roman collar around his neck and said, "Let's go, maybe Governor Rosada has taught those barbarians a lesson, maybe they are celebrating their victory, and we can still ask for a glass of victory wine."

Someone showed a forced smile and said, "But I heard rumors from deserters that Losada had been killed by that butcher Zhao Chuanxin."

Apparently, there were Portuguese deserters hiding in his house.

The pastor's face became severe: "Don't talk nonsense, God bless Portugal."

A group of people came to Nanwan Main Road, the pastor was the leader and walked in the front.

In the land of the East, any preacher from the West will almost become the vanguard of the invaders.

While proclaiming the benevolence of God, they also explored the reality of foreign lands, and then brought disasters of swords and weapons.

The priest's firm steps seemed to give confidence to the dark Portuguese behind him.

They saw some bloodstains on the side of the road, but there were no corpses, just mamalailai whose walls had been hit by heavy machine guns. It looked like a fierce battle.

Crossing the street, the pastor saw the horrific corpses behind the temporary positions.

All Portuguese soldiers.

The most conspicuous thing is the center of the position, a command knife made in Germany, firmly nailing Rosada to the ground.

"God, open your eyes and see, these weird and dirty savages, what have they done..." The pastor was stunned, weeping and wailing.

The rest of the Portuguese people looked at Rosada's body in the middle of the field in silence.

The only lucky thing for Losada is that he died whole, not torn apart by the metal frenzy, not split in half by the elf carving knife.

And on the big battery, the Tribunal is cooking.

Zhao Chuanxin called Li Zhitao and Chuishuiju.

"You say, who is more reasonable to be stationed in the place of Ao Island?"

Li Zhitao is the marshal of the adjudicative team, it is impossible for him to stand on another hill.

Blowing Water Ju's eyes lit up: "Master, do you think I can do it?"

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated even more, looked at Chuishuiju's rolled up trouser legs and said: "There is no hair on the legs, so you can't do things well."

What the hell?

Blowing Water Ju was stunned. No hair on the mouth is immature. What does it mean that there is no hair on the legs?
Zhao Chuanxin thought about it, and his eyes lit up: "I want to form a militia group here, and you will be the head of the group in the future. Ao Island will open a branch of Xuantianzong, and I will transfer Li Ziyu. Elder, you will obey the Prime Minister's orders for all affairs here."

"What? That fake foreign devil?" Chuan Shuiju was very dissatisfied: "What is he capable of?"

Li Ziyu's thinking is more western, after all, he is a person who has stayed in a Western military academy.

From a very early age, Li Ziyu grew her hair and no longer had yin and yang hair, and she looked like a dog in suits and leather shoes every day.

He was slandered as a fake foreign devil by Li Zhitao, Chuishuiju and others.

"Do you want to do it? If you don't do it, I will replace you. Our Xuantian Sect has a lot of talents, and you are not the only one."

Chui Shuiju immediately boasted: "Do it, why don't you do it? There are a lot of talents, but people with insight like me are still rare."

Zhao Chuanxin pushed back his disheveled hair, picked up a bowl and drank the porridge in one gulp: "In this case, Chuishuiju, you take people to Jiu'ao, call the militia back, let them be in charge of contact, and are willing to join the militia to resist the big powers the people gathered together.

Big crock peach, you send someone to send a telegram to Li Guangzong, asking him to arrange for Li Ziyu to come to Macau.

By the way, assign some people to go to the Governor's Mansion and control it, so that no one can fish in troubled waters and take away the things there..."

In addition to these, they also need to find someone to restrain the corpses.

In other places, Zhao Chuanxin can control the killing or burying, but Ao Dao now has a Yi surname, which is considered his own territory.

There's a whole lot of stuff waiting to be dealt with.

Li Zhitao and Chuan Shui Ju are not that material, and Zhao Chuanxin is not good at logistics and internal affairs.

He explained everything he could think of, and set up tables, chairs and benches in the southeast corner of the big fort, and arranged in the middle.

Just as the tea was brewed, several fast horses came galloping from afar.

The leader is wearing an officer's robe and hat, with a white face, two drooping beards on his lips, thin and curved eyebrows, and deep eyelids.

She looks like she is in her 30s, and her skin is well maintained.

He got off his horse and went straight to the fort.A member of the adjudication team came to Tong Bing: "Master, an official from the Qing court who claims to be Li Zhun, the admiral of the Guangdong Navy, wants to see you."

Zhao Chuanxin had already seen it: "Bring him here."

When Li Zhun came to the southeast corner of the fort, he saw a tall young man sitting on a bench with his left leg crossed and his right leg stretched casually. He was holding a book in his left hand. The title of the book was "Chu Ci".

The thumb of his right hand scratched the bottom of the teacup, and the teacup was spinning on the table, but the water did not splash out at all.

Didn't look up at him at all.

Li Zhun cupped his fists: "Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Chuanxin's status is too special. He is neither an official nor a civilian. It seems that he has never heard of him. No matter how he is called, it is not appropriate to call him, so he will call him Mr. Zhao according to the widely circulated name among the people.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the opposite bench: "Come, sit."

Then he turned his head and complained to the members of the adjudicative team who were standing silently waiting for orders: "In the future, if you come to the door without a gift, you will be sent away directly. You really don't have any vision."

Li Zhun: "..."

(End of this chapter)