mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 754: I’m afraid I’ll teach the horse bandits to intercept and kill them halfway.
The old man's body was shaken. The first thing that filled his heart was not the pleasure of revenge, but worry: "The lives of the old man's family are hanging on by a thread. Don't let other members of the horse bandits come to seek revenge."

My heart says that you are fighting and killing, but we are the ones getting hurt.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "No matter who comes, tell him that my name is Zhao Chuanxin, and your grandson's master is called Zhao Chuanxin. If something happens again, don't worry about the princes and nobles. Zhao will definitely let him bleed and die. He’s full.”

The old man seemed to have never heard of the words "Zhao Chuanxin", but seeing Zhao Chuanxin's certainty, he believed it.

"But my eldest grandson is still young..."

Even if he believed it to be true, the old man still couldn't let go of his grandson.

Zhao Chuanxin could not take his grandson away with just one word.

In his opinion, Zhao Chuanxin could not be said to be the king of some mountain top. The guy who chopped off chicken heads and burned yellow paper led his grandson to become bandits on the mountain.

If that were the case, the old man would have to stop him even if he fought with him.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "It's a done deal to accept him as a disciple. But if we don't take him away now, it will give you some time to find out the details about Zhao."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin took it into his arms and found a bag in his hand. It jingled and was filled with silver coins.

Throwing the bag to the old man: "This is my apprentice's expenses during this period. Eat well and drink well. You can't lose your foundation. Next time you come, I will officially become my apprentice."

He took out another bag of preserves and stuffed them into his eldest grandson's arms: "You eat it first, and when you're done, let your grandpa buy some for you. If anyone bullies you, tell him that your master is Zhao Chuanxin."

"Master, my name is Yao Bing."

Zhao Chuanxin touched Yao Bing's head, took out gauze and alcohol, disinfected him first, and then wrapped the wound.

Old Yaotou opened the bag and took a look. He had never seen so much silver in his life.

A whole lot of money is so good that it can blind people's eyes.

He was short of breath.

Zhao Chuanxin bowed his hands towards Lao Yao and said, "I still want to chase the Japanese, so take the first step."

After that, he turned around and disappeared.

Old Yao rubbed his eyes to make sure he was not dazzled, and hugged Yao Bing in his arms, fearing that his eldest grandson would sneak away with Zhao Chuanxin.

At the same time, he held the bag containing silver dollars tightly in his hand.

After another hour, countless riders came through the mountains from the west.

The person who came was a half-grown boy, and Old Yaotou recognized him. This kid came with Babu Zabu that day, which frightened him.

This group of people did not have guns, but they carried knives and bows and had quivers full of arrows. They were all powerful prairie men.

He was afraid of robbing him of his money, and even more afraid of someone harming his grandson.

The visitor was none other than Xu Hongyan.

Xu Hongyan got off his horse and walked forward quickly: "Old man, has Mr. Zhao been here?"

Old Yaotou chose not to hide anything this time: "He said his name is Zhao Chuanxin and he has left. He asked the old man to warn you that if anyone dares to hurt the old man's grandson again, he will slaughter his entire family..."

After saying that, he looked at the group of people anxiously.

I don't know if it will work to report that person's name?

Xu Hongyan was speechless: "I misunderstood, I don't mean any harm, I want to become my teacher to Mr. Zhao."

Old Yaotou breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked out of curiosity: "Who is this Mr. Zhao?"

Yao Bing's cheeks were bulging. Because it was stuffed with candied fruit, he was reluctant to eat the whole thing in one bite and smacked the taste in his mouth.

He smiled broadly, raised his chest and raised his head proudly: "That's my master."

Xu Hongyan: "..."

Wow, Mr. Zhao didn’t want a genius like me to be his apprentice, but why did he accept such a little kid from a peasant family?

Yes, Mr. Zhao must have accepted him as his disciple out of guilt.

This made Xu Hongyan couldn't help but look at Yao Bing's ears, and thought to himself, I can cut off half of my own ears, as long as he can accept me as his disciple...

Regretfully slapped my thigh...

He told old Yaotou some of Zhao Chuanxin's deeds, and a series of things that happened in the palace of Prince Kara-Qingong, and how tragic Babu Zabu's death was.

Old Yaotou was dumbfounded when he heard this: "This, this..."

It was hard for him to believe that a person could be so brave.

Isn’t it said that two fists can’t defeat four hands, and a tiger can’t fight a pack of wolves?

Not to mention the era of hot weapons, how can one person defeat a group of people?

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Xu Hongyan pointed to the men behind him who were ordered by Jin Jin to escort him: "These good men are all witnesses."

Everyone nodded seriously, really seeing it with their own eyes.

"My master will teach me how to kill thieves in battle." Yao Bing said proudly.

A piece of garlic soaked in ten jars of vinegar made Xu Hongyan feel sour.

This kid is so cool, why doesn't Mr. Zhao accept me, a clever guy, as his disciple?

He said sourly: "Your master is called the God of War and is invincible in the world. You are really lucky..."

Old Yaotou sighed: "If you have no eyesight for a sword or a gun, what kind of blessing is that?"

He didn't want to send his grandson to the battlefield.

Xu Hongyan said: "Even if you don't go into battle, it will be fun to learn Mr. Zhao's skills and play in the world..."

This is also his wish. He is not interested in fighting and killing.

……

Shiro Yoshida and his party traveled south from KLQQ and were exhausted from traveling all night.

In the morning, I couldn't help but feel sleepy and found a place to sleep.

They hit the road again and soon reached the Yudai River.

The river here was wide and difficult to cross, so the palace guard said: "Let's go downstream along the river and find a shallow place to cross the river, or go around it."

Yoshida Shiro shook his head: "No, we can't go around. We have to find a way to cross the river. Only then will I feel at ease when we reach the capital as soon as possible."

When he first escaped last night, he didn't feel much.

But the further he walked, the more panicked he became, especially just now, when his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He thought this was a bad omen.

While walking along the river, I met a bald foreigner taking pictures with a camera.

The two sides met each other, and Yoshida Shiro heard the foreigner say: "Hey, the guy on the horse seems to be Japanese."

Yoshida Shiro's expression changed.

He also looked around and found that the foreigner was bringing a glass car and a groom, and there was no one else.

The so-called glass carriage is the carriage of wealthy people, the kind with glass windows.

Yoshida Shiro whispered to the palace guards: "Kill this foreigner and the groom, otherwise they may reveal our whereabouts."

The palace guard immediately shook his head: "No, the prince asked not to cause trouble. The boundary of Rehe, known as the second capital, is the hunting ground of the royal family. If it causes trouble, it will be difficult to end."

Generally speaking, it is difficult for Westerners to distinguish the race of Asians, but this bald foreigner just recognized him as Japanese.

Shiro Yoshida rolled his eyes and wanted to cook the rice. He immediately took out his pistol and pointed it at the foreigner.

The foreigner was shocked: "Boss, don't hurt me, I'll give you the money."

In this world, whenever you see an official, a soldier, or even a patrolman, you should just call him "boss."

Even foreigners understand this.

Yoshida Shiro's gun is double-action, and the trigger is very heavy.

When the foreigners saw him moving his fingers, they were so frightened that they quickly announced themselves: "I am a German architect, Berschmann. You can't kill me."

however,
boom……

The gun still fired, but it was not from Yoshida Shiro's revolver.

Yoshida Shiro's hand was hit, one finger was missing, and the gun fell to the ground.

"Ah..." Yoshida Shiro screamed.

A few dozen meters away, Zhao Chuanxin carried Li Enfield on his shoulders and sped over on the Misty Traveler.

The guards were shocked. The last one wanted to touch the gun, but Zhao Chuanxin was already close. He turned the butt of the gun and jumped up, hitting the guard on the cheek.

The guard immediately fell off his horse.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed his gun at everyone.

A guard said sternly: "We are the guards of the Prince's Mansion, who are you?"

"I am Zhao Chuanxin." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

"..." With one word, everyone turned off the flames.

Zhao Chuanxin put down his gun and pulled Yoshida Shiro off his horse.

Yoshida Shiro covered his broken finger and asked in horror: "Impossible, why did you catch up so quickly?"

They traveled all night and walked for another half an hour during the day.

In fact, it didn't take Zhao Chuanxin an hour to catch up with them.

Including the time he spent tracking clues along the way, there was only one main road leading to Rehe.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Yoshida Shiro's hair and raised his head: "Is it your turn to ask questions? Tell me, in addition to Uchida Yasuya, Sato Annosuke, and Hidaka Matsushiro, who is the other so-called big shot in the capital? "

This was the purpose of Zhao Chuanxin chasing him first.

Yoshida Shiro's pupils shrank, he didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to know so much.

"I, I don't know..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his knee and bumped it against Yoshida Shiro's crotch.

"Ow..."

"Say, who is that person?"

Yoshida Shiro's eyes bulged: "I, I don't know..."

Zhao Chuanxin knocked him away with another knee.

"Ow..."

Everyone watched and clenched their legs, feeling the same.

At this time, the foreigner rolled his eyes and suddenly asked: "Sir, can you tell me who this Japanese is? What is his identity? He just tried to kill me. I want to report this to the embassy."

"Haha, his name is Yoshida Shiro, he is a Japanese Army Lieutenant, and now he is a spy." Zhao Chuanxin did not hide it, and let them fight.

"My name is Boschmann, Ernst Boschmann, a German architect. I came to inspect various places in China..."

"Okay, shut up, I haven't finished asking yet." Zhao Chuanxin was impatient with him and announced his family name.

Boschmann: "..."

Yoshida Shiro opened his mouth: "I..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his knee and bumped again.

"Ouch..." Yoshida Shiro shouted out the wolf howl.

He wanted to jump, but Zhao Chuanxin held his hair firmly and kept his head in one position. He couldn't jump at all. He could only cover his crotch with a face full of pain.

"I said, I said... that person is the military attaché of the embassy - Aoki Nozumi!"

Huh?
Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and recalled carefully.

It was this one.

This man is known as the "King of Spies" in modern times. It is said that Kenji Doihara also calls him the Patriarch.

Even though Zhao Chuanxin was already convinced, he still hit him with his knee again.

"Ow..."

Yoshida Shiro felt that he was probably broken.

Zhao Chuanxin blew a puff of cigarette into his face: "I think you are lying."

"Don't dare, don't dare. It's really military attache Aoki Nozumi. All the special mission teams were planned by him."

Zhao Chuanxin picked up Yoshida Shiro with both hands and threw him upwards.

Then he turned around calmly and kicked to the side. Just in time for Yoshida Shiro to fall, he was kicked in the chest.

click...

A powerful and heavy kick dented Yoshida Shiro's chest.

He flew out and rolled a few times on the ground, vomited a mouthful of blood and died.

Boschmann backed away in shock and stopped only after hitting the carriage's shaft.

While he was maintaining balance, he accidentally poked the horse in the eye with his finger. The horse kicked up in pain and ran forward wildly. The wheels of the cart ran over Yoshida Shiro's body and hit everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, lowered his waist and immediately stretched out his hand to grab the shaft of the car, shouting: "Drink!"

The horse was stopped on the spot, the car's butt turned half of its head, and it drifted three meters on the ground.

Everyone was stunned.

Wow, what kind of magical power is this?
Zhao Chuanxin straightened up like a normal person and clapped his hands: "Go back and tell Gongsang Norbu that I have already killed him."

The guards did not dare to move rashly, and all nodded honestly.

Just as Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, Boschman suddenly said: "Wait, sir, what's your name?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, flicked the cigarette butt away, and headed north again.

Boschman touched his bald head: "Zhao Chuanxin? A very familiar name."

The palace guard looked at him speechlessly: "God of War Zhao Chuanxin, haven't you heard of him?"

Boschman suddenly realized: "Butcher of the Far East?"

The guards' hearts trembled: "Stop talking nonsense!"

If the God of Death is lured back, it's not certain how everyone will die.

Berschmann is a very pure scholar who specializes in architecture and has a great yearning for Chinese architecture. This is already his second visit to China for inspection.

Among the six consecutive monographs on Chinese architecture he subsequently published, the name Zhao Chuanxin was mentioned in three of them.

He stated in the article: On the emperor's birthday or during the New Year, civil and military officials and people all over the world would gather in temples in every city or village to worship the emperor.When they performed the great ceremony of kneeling three times and prostrating nine times, they always faced the north so that they could face the emperor, the mirror of the sun.But I believe that Zhao Chuanxin will never kneel down. He is a man who does not take the emperor into consideration at all...

……

Zhao Chuanxin fastened his buttons, put on his diving goggles and hat, and covered his mouth and nose with an Arab kerchief.

He now wants to build a motorcycle helmet, but the wind noise is too great.

On the contrary, the clothes have the windproof effect of motorcycle clothes.

He started from the Rehe official road, arrived at KLQQ again in more than half an hour, and continued on his way without stopping.

When they arrived on the grassland, the firepower was fully turned on, and the energy provided by the old sacred fire was continuously output. The Misty Traveler almost flew with him.

Pastures, fertile fields, rivers...

Dustpan Zhangzi, Xiaotayingzi, Yuanbaowa, Shenjiawo... one by one the boundary monuments were left behind.

At such a fast speed, Zhao Chuanxin needs to concentrate fully and maintain a proper forward leaning posture.

Even he couldn't stand it for a long time, so he unsatisfiedly extracted the particle flow from Lord Runzhi's greeting and let the root of the starry sky absorb and accumulate power.

The oxcart carrying grain was swaying along the road. The man leading the ox suddenly looked up and saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance, and then his clothes were picked up by the wind.

He saw only a figure, which came and went quickly. As soon as Lao Niu turned his head to look curiously, he had already disappeared on the road.

Ahead, it started to rain lightly, thinly and densely, with strands of rain falling slantingly.

It is so gentle that when people put down their guard, they will feel cold to the bone after a while.

Zhao Chuanxin was so fast that he passed through a dark cloud above his head before he could get wet all over.

Instead, the front is full of yellow sand and depopulated. Even if there is farmland, it is dry land, and even weeds do not want to grow here.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little lost.

He leaned back slightly, and the misty traveler's light drew an arc on the ground, causing rocks to fly and dust to sting his nose.

He stopped, put up an awning with his hands and took a good look, then he saw a ditch in front of him on the right, and there seemed to be someone living in the ditch.

He ran over and saw several households dripping in this low-lying ditch.

"Brother, where is this?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and asked a man who was repairing the roof.

The man stretched out his head and looked: "Zhaowuda League, go down to Gouzi."

It was okay for Zhao Chuanxin not to listen, but he was even more confused when he heard it: "How far is this place from Zheli-Mumeng KEQZYHQ?"

The man put down the thatch in his hand: "Oh, that's a long way away."

"..."

As long as he said something useful, Zhao Chuanxin would not be angry.

He hissed: "Brother, tell me carefully, I want to go to Prince Bodol's Gatai Palace. Which direction should I go and how far should I go?"

The man thought for a while, pointed to the east and said: "If you have a horse and keep walking, it will only take you three to four hundred miles. If you want to travel by foot, it will take you ten days and a half, and it will take you five, seven or eight days." .Looking at your delicate skin and tender flesh, I’m afraid you might be intercepted and killed by horse bandits on the way..."

(End of this chapter)