mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 797 My soldiers can only die in battle, not from starvation.

Zhao Chuanxin signaled them not to shout.

"You are a prodigal in the yangko team. Why are you shouting?" Zhao Chuanxin pressed his hands down: "Quietly, make a fortune quietly. Badang, you have to do three things. First, you pick some men. , and then go to Lubin Mansion to report, and the speed should be fast. Secondly, notify the other four wings to also take people to Lubin Mansion. There should not be too many people at the moment, and each wing will send out 60 people first. Thirdly, in each wing's Niulu, select none A total of 20 people from the Department of Taxation and Taxation Department, who were appointed by the commission to receive reminders and have experience, went to Lubin Mansion to be driven by various departments."

There are too many people now and we can't afford it now. We will wait for Zhao Chuanxin to finish the temple fair and expand the manpower.

Badang'a's eyes lit up: "Prefect Zhao, are you really willing to let us fool people into doing things?"

The imperial court made it clear that they wanted to employ Han people, and all important positions should be filled with Han people, while the Mongols could only be used as cannon fodder.

But obviously Zhao Chuanxin is not.

It would also be wrong to think that Zhao Chuanxin just pretends to be a good old man.

He looked at Badang'a with a dangerous look: "As long as I, Zhao Chuanxin, am here, I won't be afraid of anyone rebelling against me. Can you understand?"

Badang'a's joy diminished slightly, and his smile became stiff: "I understand."

If Zhao Chuanxin wants to unite the Five Wings and Eight Banners and integrate forces, the first step is to reorganize the contradiction between Mongolia and Han.

The Qing court was in a mess, but Zhao Chuanxin had other ideas.

He said: "Not only that, I want to prepare 25 Karens, 5 Karens and one patrol officer. Either you five general managers will do it, or you will appoint someone to do it. The chief patrol officer and the general office of the patrol bureau, although they are not your five wings, Even though I am a deceptive person, I am not afraid of your rebellion, so you have to work for me wholeheartedly."

He can play in the jungle on Russia's side without taking any damage, and he can also AOE clear troops on his own side.

Badang'a was ecstatic: "I will definitely try my best!"

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "The Tsarist Russians came to investigate, so you and I don't know. By the way, when we went to the original grazing land to investigate, there might be some ownerless horses along the way, and they were brought back together and infiltrated into your troops. They were all the cavalry of the Tsarist Russian cavalry. take."

Badang'a was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin explained a few words again in the tone of a superior ordering a subordinate.

The Tsarist Russians in the territory were actually far more than those driven away by Zhao Chuanxin.

It's too difficult for one person to handle this kind of thing.

The fundamental difficulty is not the Russian people, but the Tsarist Russian garrison.

After leaving Suolun's Ministry, Zhao Chuanxin did not return to Lubin Mansion and returned to the Middle East Railway again.

During the day, Sauron herdsmen went to the north and south banks of the Hailar River to graze as usual.

The cavalry of the Tsarist Russian road convoy suffered heavy losses. Most of the people who came today were infantry. Many of them were riding trains and jumped off the train to check the situation along the way.

Some herdsmen gathered up the cavalry horses, but the Tsarist Russian infantry hit them with rifle butts several times and took the horses back.

Zhao Chuanxin looked with a telescope from a distance and saw hatred and helplessness on the faces of the herdsmen.

Come to think of it, this happens all the time.

In the original historical trajectory, at some point in the future, the Five Wings General Manager was indeed instigated by Tsarist Russia to rebel.

But we really can't blame them entirely for this. The Qing court acted in a way that gave people the impression that they were forcing their own people to rebel.

When the finances are exhausted, we will exploit them with all our strength.

After the exploitation, they still did not speak up for their own people and allowed themselves to be bullied by the Tsarist Russians.

Then the Han people continued to migrate to the border areas.

All kinds of actions are as if they are afraid that the five wings will not rebel.

Zhao Chuanxin sneaked over and suddenly accelerated three hundred meters away.

By the time the infantry convoy screamed, it was too late.

Zhao Chuanxin consumed a lot of ammunition last night, and the day was still long. He didn't use his big weapon and threw the No. 13 ball.

I couldn't pull the bolt properly, and I kept moaning in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin posted a misty traveler version against the mountain.

Mao Zi screamed and flew backwards, hitting two people.

The gray cutter swept across, the back handle struck the face, the ax blade beheaded, struck the face, beheaded, struck the face, beheaded...

The herdsmen over there who had just been hit by Maozi with the butt of his rifle were stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin took off and punched, but the last person fell down with a muffled sound.

He took off his helmet, bared his teeth at a few herdsmen, lit a cigarette and searched for weapons.

Mao Ziqian should not have thought that nothing would happen during the day, and dared to disperse his troops.

That's right, Zhao Chuanxin wanted there to be no more Mao Zibing in this track area, only workers who maintained and repaired the tracks.

He ran back and forth along the railway, attacking small groups of soldiers when they met, and ambushing and attacking large groups of soldiers.

Just like that, Zhao Chuanxin could play with them all day.

……

Zhang Shouzeng arrived at Lubin Mansion.

When Zhang Shouzeng saw the pitiful Lubin Mansion in the lonely wilderness, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Before Zhao Chuanxin was confirmed as the prefect, it was said that the imperial court intended to send him as the prefect.

In the prosperous Qing Dynasty, yamen at all levels, as symbols of power, were located in downtown areas, facing north and south, with blue bricks and blue tiles, high walls, deep courtyards, and stone lion gates, making them extremely majestic. Where has it ever been so shabby?

It would be really bad to think about it if it was his first time as a prefect to come to such a shady place.

When I walked in with mixed feelings, I saw a child peeing in the courtyard.

"Uncle, I peed my pants."

"Zhuo, you are really worthless."

Another man was pushing a wheelbarrow to pull out the cleaned horse manure.

There were two men with similar faces, cleaning the vacant barracks in the backyard.

A tall, beautiful foreign woman was standing by the window sill outside the house, cleaning the glass.

"Who are you?" Yao Jia saw Zhang Shouzeng.

Zhang Shouzeng led the camel and said: "I am the newly arrived general manager of the Bureau of Negotiation with Russia, Zhang Shouzeng, whose courtesy name is Heyan."

"Oh..." Yao Jia rolled her eyes and said to herself, "So you are the one sent by the Qing court to cause trouble, right?"

I was thinking in my heart, but my face was extremely enthusiastic. I stepped forward and took the reins: "I'm Yao Jia, courtesy name Shijie. We are on the same level. I am the general manager of Lubin Prefecture's Bureau of Government and Goods. You must be tired after a long journey. Come in and rest quickly." , Who is watching the tea..."

No one ignored him.

Zhang Shouzeng touched his nose awkwardly.

He asked: "Where is the prefect?"

Yao Jia pulled up Yao Bing's trousers and said, "You can see that not only do we have insufficient housing, we also lack manpower to do things. It's really hard for us, the prefect, to go and buy supplies in person. We actually have to do this kind of thing personally."

Zhang Shouzeng slandered Yao Jia and kept talking about running a train.

Zhao Chuanxin clearly went to So-Lun Banner, and he might be making trouble somewhere now.

Until the afternoon.

There was a sudden commotion outside the hospital.

Everyone went out to investigate and saw hundreds of riders gathered outside the gate.

There are horses and camels.

Horses carried people, camels carried tents and pots and pans and wool felt.

Zhang Shouzeng was shocked: What happened?

The five-wing general manager stepped forward: "Is Magistrate Zhao here?"

Brother Hu Da and Hu Er thought they would be bare commanders for a while, but they didn't expect Zhao Chuanxin to be so efficient.

Yao Jia was surprised at first, then overjoyed.

If I blanch it, I still need to pass on the salary!

Isn’t this already available by hand?

He hurried forward to negotiate and let them settle down around Lubin Mansion first.

……

Wu Sadi was almost the same as Zhao Chuanxin, and he had also just been transferred to Hailar to serve as consul.

Before I even started work, I encountered this terrible thing.

I thought I would transform into Sherlock Holmes and look for clues to solve the case, but the characteristics of the murderer were too obvious and there was really nothing to find out.

Not to mention the night, during the day Zhao Chuanxin was strutting around wearing fire-concentrating armor and firing at the road guard. After a little inquiry, he knew it was Zhao Chuanxin.

Wu Sa Di asked around again, and couldn't help being surprised and angry - Zhao Chuanxin actually became the prefect, right under his nose.

The great powers jointly exerted pressure and forced Zhao Chuanxin to take office. The whole world is hiding Tsarist Russia from them!

Okay, okay, you are worried that Zhao Chuanxin will cause trouble, so you will drive him to the border of Tsarist Russia to disgust us, right?

In addition to being angry with other countries, he was also angry with the Qing court, and even hated Song Xiaolian.

Who is Wu Sa Di?

He is the one who is sanctimonious, and it is he who is the weasel giving New Year greetings to the rooster.

He served as a diplomat in Shengjing and a consul in Harbin. No matter where he went, he made friends with powerful people and bribed officials immediately. He was nicknamed "China Hand".

Nicholas II attached great importance to the Hylar region and sent him to serve as consul in Hylar.

Originally, he planned to follow the old path, win over the Mongolian nobles, make friends with powerful people, and then secretly drive a wedge between Mongolia and Han.

But at this time, he was going to be furious at Song Xiaolian, a Taoist priest in Hulun.

"Master Song, you have done such a good deed to deceive me. Why didn't you tell Zhao Chuanxin to be appointed as the prefect of Lubin Prefecture?"

This time it was really a case of questioning.

Song Xiaolian grimaced: "Listen to my explanation..."

"Explanation? Do you know how many of us have died? Just now, news came back that Zhao Chuanxin shot at our road protection team in broad daylight, killing dozens more people along the way!"

Song Xiaolian's eyes widened.

He didn't know this.

What a disaster.

He gritted his teeth and said: "To be honest, Hulun Bingbei Road has no control over Lubin Mansion. Now, the entire five wings are under the control of Lubin Mansion. Bingbei Road is mainly responsible for handling military affairs and training matters. , managing troops, money, food, and border patrols. To be honest, even the imperial court had nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin."

As soon as these words came out, it meant that he put the final word on the ambiguous documents of the imperial court.

I really can’t care about anything else from now on. If he cares about it, he will slap himself in the face, and Wu Sadi will definitely come to question him.

He didn't dare to care about Zhao Chuanxin's troubles.

This is what Zhao Chuanxin did deliberately.

Don’t you want to fight for power? Let’s see how you fight for it now?

Since he was in charge of the army, Wu Sadi wanted to question why they attacked the road convoy.

But then I thought about it, it was purely the work of Zhao Chuanxin.

For a moment I was speechless.

So he snorted angrily and walked away.

After Wu Sadi left, he went to send a telegram to Horvat.

Horvath said: For the current plan, if we want to restrict Zhao Chuanxin, we can only dispatch a large army, or strengthen the security along the way, or besiege Lubin Mansion. But as far as I know, no one in the world can catch Zhao Chuanxin. Even with tens of thousands of police officers in New York chasing and intercepting him, Zhao Chuanxin still comes and goes calmly. What can I do?

Wu Sadi replied: The siege of Lubin Mansion will only lead to Zhao Chuanxin's crazy revenge. In the past, he was not afraid of Japan's threats to besiege Lugang Town, and now he did not care about Lubin Mansion in the wilderness. I have two options. First, we design an ambush, with machine guns, artillery, and fast guns, and we must kill them with one hit. Second, relax his mind first, and then carry out the assassination.

The first method is not easy to operate.

There are grasslands everywhere, which cannot hide large-scale troops and artillery.

Zhao Chuanxin is not stupid. Wouldn't he know how to run away if he saw it?

The second method is feasible.

The two exchanged messages back and forth for a long time, and tentatively came up with a feasible solution.

It was impossible for them to mobilize troops from elsewhere to encircle and suppress Zhao Chuanxin, otherwise there would be blank areas elsewhere. Nicholas II's decision was that only their people inside and outside the border could feel at ease. In addition, Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of encirclement and suppression. As long as he is not dead, he will probably stir up a hornet's nest.

If we must mobilize troops, we can only continue to increase troops from within Tsarist Russia, which is feasible.

But in general, it is not harmful to Zhao Chuanxin who does not rely on the army.

The grassland comes and goes like the wind, who can do anything to him? The number of people he could use was hundreds of people, but they were not as many as the number of people he killed.

So what if we kill these people?

Unless Nicholas II made a decision, dispatched a large army, and launched a full-scale invasion, it would not be feasible. But obviously Japan would not agree to what they did.

Wu Sa Di planned to send letters first, and then secretly come to force.

Let’s first explore Zhao Chuanxin’s background and see what he wants to do.

Damn, it’s so unreasonable for the majestic Tsarist Russian Empire to ever suffer such grievances...

……

In Lubin Mansion, people sent from each wing are setting up tents.

So-Lun's right-wing general manager Bulon'a, Xinba-Erhu's left-wing general manager Podigrel, New Pakistan-Erhu's right-wing general manager Cheheza, Erlu-te's right-wing general manager Shengfu, So-Lun's left-wing general manager Batang'a, Five people were gathering and chatting.

Bodigrel's eyes shone: "Badang, Magistrate Zhao, did he really help you regain your grazing land?"

"How can it be false?" Batang'a said excitedly: "I have sent people to see it. Most of the Russian people have been driven across the Ergun River by Zhao Zhifu. Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy, regardless of age. ! Of course there are fish that have slipped through the net, and Magistrate Zhao promised to catch all these Russian citizens sooner or later."

The other few people listened attentively without missing a word.

Why are they so concerned?

Just because there are many contradictions in the land of Five Wings and Eight Banners.

There are so many things to resolve.

The imperial court did not let them make the decision at all.

This "Zhao Zhifu" came from heaven.

“What about the Russians fishing in Dalai Lake?”

"There are also Russian people who cut sheep grass at will!"

"Russian people who steal and rob..."

They all talked and talked, and they went up first.

To sum up the grievances suffered, it is impossible to break them all with the fingers of two hands.

In fact, in addition to the Russian people, there were also conflicts between the Han people, but they were too sensible to mention it.

Because Zhao Chuanxin is Han Chinese.

How can anyone not favor his own people?

As he was talking, a voice suddenly came from him: "It's a lively chat, huh?"

Badang'a was overjoyed when he heard this. He left the four of them behind and stood up alone to greet him: "Master Magistrate..."

The other four people stood up and followed.

Zhao Chuanxin is back.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally. He hadn't been this tired for a long time.

"We're all here. We'll go to the courtyard to get supplies later. I've gathered a batch of supplies for you. You can use them for the time being." Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his face.

The other four general managers looked carefully and saw that the magistrate Zhao was tall and tall, and he was dusty.

The armor was gleaming, with blood splattered all over it that had dried and hardened.

Even though he is tired, he looks like a napping tiger.

Badang Ah said with a shy face: "It's time for the magistrate to worry about it. Lubin Mansion is a primitive establishment and is full of waste. I'll bring my own dry food as a gift, so there's no need to bother."

Before, I was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would not be able to pay his salary, but now he has confirmed that he will bring his own dry food.

In fact, they have become accustomed to it.

It was the same before. The government offices distributed some, and the rest had to be exploited by the general managers.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at Badang A and roughly figured out his thoughts.

However, Zhao Chuanxin knows very well how much harm an unhealthy financial system will cause to a local area.

He smiled and said, "No need to be polite. My soldiers can die in battle, but cannot starve to death. I will rest today and lead you directly to work tomorrow. Now the general managers will bring people to follow me into the hospital to get supplies."

The five managers looked at each other, with emotions in each other's eyes.

It’s a good saying that you can die in battle, but you can’t starve to death.

But this is really strange.

You have to give it in a hurry, right?

They followed Zhao Chuanxin into the hospital and saw Yao Jia guarding a pile of things on the ground, her eyes shining brightly.

Matches, kerosene, biscuits, cans, fried noodles, bedding, candles, brand new military boots, military lunch boxes like small buckets, new or old belts... mountains of supplies.

It's all good stuff.

In an era when supplies were scarce, it was not enough just to have money; you had to work hard to get these things.

Batanga picked up a boot on the ground and said, "Hey, do they look like Russian boots?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "General Office Yao is responsible for counting. Badang'a, I will call all the reminders and notes you have brought to help distribute them. As for how to distribute them to each wing, you general managers have said Never mind. There are only so many things, life will gradually get better in the future."

Zhao Chuanxin arranged a few words and then went back to the house. Rebecca Levi helped him take off his armor and wipe it.

She saw many marks of being hit by bullets on the armor, especially the transparent material on the outer layer of the armor, which had been smashed into pieces in many places, and there were two bullets stuck in the broken scales inside. Her eyelids were shocked. Jumping wildly.

A hail of bullets and bullets is nothing more than that.

Zhao Chuanxin's security is never compromised by manpower.

The paper pig and the elf carving knife must be kept at your side. If someone wants to harm someone, the smart gyroscope will instantly control the elf carving knife and remove their head.

Not long after he lay down, he fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin woke up before the sun came out.

Yao Bing slept on the same bed with him, sleeping soundly next to him.

Zhao Chuanxin got up and went out to wash up.

Make a fire and steam a large pot of rice.

Making rice in a big pot definitely tests your skills.

No matter how careful Zhao Chuanxin was, the rice was still hard when it came out of the pot.

Simply, he took out the rice, took out a large horse spoon, beat a few eggs, chopped green onions and sausages, and added diced carrots.

The secret to his fried rice is to add soy sauce and thirteen spices.

Mix it well but don't fry it until everyone wakes up.

Rebecca Levi woke up first and took Yao Bing, who was choking as soon as she woke up, to wash up.

Zhao Chuanxin called Yao Bing into the courtyard and said, "From today onwards, I will teach you my skills."

The child, who woke up early and was full of energy, was choked with sobs when he first got up, but now he was very excited: "Master, can I go into battle to kill the enemy like you?"

"Um, it's almost over."

Rebecca Levi was listening and watching, and suddenly asked: "Can I practice?"

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Yes, but it is not allowed to be passed on to outsiders, especially to foreigners."

In fact, it doesn't matter at all. I just added it to make Yao Bing know that the master's skill is a unique skill and most people don't tell him.

Only in this way can he pay attention.

We know that exercising can help us stay healthy, but how many people are willing to exercise? Knowing that troubled times are coming, how many people practice martial arts? Knowing that drinking alcohol is harmful to the body, how many people can quit? There are countless channels for future generations to obtain information and knowledge. How many people can become talented? Aren’t they just a bunch of idiots who built their own barriers to block the world?

It is said to be a unique skill, but less than a hundred people out of a thousand have the conditions to practice it, less than ten out of a hundred people can understand it, less than one out of ten people can persevere, and even less than one out of ten thousand people can master it.

Zhao Chuanxin was never afraid of being stolen from others.

With Yao Bing and Rebecca Levi, start with simple exercises.

Today I only practice one movement and one type of breathing.

Breathing is the simplest thing, but the simplest thing is deeply ingrained and the hardest to change. The way athletes breathe combined with their movements is unique.

Zhao Chuanxin's heartbeat was only more than thirty beats per minute when he was not exercising.

He might never seek medical treatment in this life, and the doctor might just be confused if he checked his pulse.

For Yao Bing, today is an experience class.

After practicing for a while, they rested after Yao Jia, Hu Da, Hu Er and Yang Sangdaxi all woke up.

Zhao Chuanxin told Yang Sangdaxi: "Go and call the five-wing manager to have breakfast together and discuss things."

　I always want to be tough with readers.

　　Each time it died down.

　　Everyone is probably laughing - look at this stupid author, he is anxious, he is anxious...

　　

　

(End of this chapter)