mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 818: Raise the white flag, it’s stable

"Why are you here?" Zhao Chuanxin asked, looking at Yao Xingyuan who was devouring his food.

He took out a handful of silver coins and gave them to the Sauron man.

Sauron didn't answer, but Zhao Chuanxin pushed it through.

Yao Xingyuan wiped his mouth after eating, feeling half full: "I heard that there is a recruitment of land here, so I came to see if I can claim the land. Where are the bean buns?"

He was wondering why Zhao Chuanxin was dressed so poorly. Could it be that his family's fortune had declined?

Then wouldn't Yao Bing have to suffer?

Zhao Chuanxin took him out of the city: "You will stay in Elu-Tebu first. There will be a war here soon. I will take you to see Doubao after the war."

Yao Xingyuan remembered something and said: "No wonder, on the way here, I saw Russian soldiers pulling cannons on horses."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "Cannon? What kind of cannon? Let me tell you."

Yao Xingyuan roughly described it based on his understanding.

The Russian troops transported mountain artillery.

Mountain cannons eject and field cannons shoot flatly; mountain cannons have short barrels and low accuracy, while field cannons have long barrels and have high accuracy; mountain cannons are easy to transport and dismantle, and field cannons have a tight structure and are too heavy to be transported.

Zhao Chuanxin handed Yao Xingyuan over to Shengfu, the manager of Erlute, and told him to take good care of him.

He also asked Shengfu to prepare bricks and stones.

Shengfu asked: "What are you preparing these for?"

"Build the road." Zhao Chuanxin said mysteriously, "Just prepare when I ask you to, and go back to Lubin Mansion to reimburse."

Shengfu didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Yao Xingyuan felt anxious and couldn't help but worry about Yao Bing's safety.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin left, he quickly asked Shengfu: "Has Mr. Zhao become an official?"

"You mean the prefect? ​​He is the prefect of Lubin Prefecture."

Yao Xingyuan was surprised.

Since he is the prefect, he must be able to place Yao Bing in place.

Shengfu was not free either. He was leading people to deploy field artillery near the Yimin River.

Yes, Tsarist Russia did not have field artillery available, but the Pentagon did.

They not only have 76mm caliber field guns, but also M1904 mountain guns.

The purpose is not to fight Tsarist Russia, but to prepare for the worst. Once the Tsarist Russian army attacks, they will greet the Russian soldiers with intensive and violent artillery fire to cover the retreat of their herdsmen.

By this time, war seemed inevitable.

Zhao Chuanxin no longer restrained himself. Hearing that the Russian soldiers were using horses to transport artillery, he plunged into the Daxing-Anling Mountains and searched eastward along the railway.

After running for a quarter of an hour, Maozi's Cossack cavalry vanguard met on the opposite side.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't give them time to react. He walked by and attacked a wave of troops first.

He went around into the woods beside the road and suddenly killed them from the side, catching them off guard.

Zhao Chuanxin shook off the flying fish spine whip, opened a bottle of water to wrap the whip, and threw it around the neck of a cavalryman.

The cavalryman felt a chill on his neck and the world was spinning.

laugh……

When the sharp saw teeth contracted, the head was bent down.

"Zhao Chuanxin! It's Zhao Chuanxin, fight back..."

The officers stopped calling for enemy attack.

It's outrageous. What they were fighting from the beginning to the end was not an army, but a person.

Retract the flying fish spine whip and swing it to the right.

A cavalryman's skin was torn open from his cheek to his chest by a whip blade.

Zhao Chuanxin whipped Feiyu's spine into a whip above his head and threw it towards the other person.

This man tried to strike with a cavalry sword, but the flying fish spine whip deformed when it encountered an obstacle, and the front end turned.

laugh……

The blade of the whip cuts off its artery.

Hard to guard against.

After Zhao Chuanxin rushed into the cavalry group, he put away the misty traveler, stretched out his hand to grab a cavalry belt, pulled him off the horse, and stamped his heels.

boom.

This man's head tilted and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

He turned on his horse and whipped his flying fish spine to the left and right.

This kind of battle will consume the water wrapped on the surface of the Flying Fish Spinal Whip, so blood will be used to replace it.

In a moment, the entire whip turned bright red and turned into a bloody whip.

chi chi chi...

Flying Fish's spine whip is sharp and vicious, and is best suited for charging into a crowd and killing them indiscriminately.

Zhao Chuanxin likes to rush into the center of the crowd when there are one against many, because they either dare not shoot or injure one of their own.

The right hand holds the whip and sweeps, and the left hand Lugang M1907 fires.

boom!

A Cossack cavalryman on the left who was holding a cavalry sword and trying to chop was shot in the face and fell off his horse.

When Feiyu's spine whip swept to the left, Zhao Chuanxin's left hand moved to the right.

Hey, hey, hey.

Three shots, one in the abdomen and two in the chest.

It is impossible to hit the center of the eyebrow with an awkward posture while the horse is galloping.

The blood carried the flying fish's spinal whip as it folded and contracted, buzzing...

The blood turned into a ball of blood mist.

Several cavalrymen were blinded when they pursued them into the blood mist. They felt their faces were sticky and very uncomfortable.

When they passed through the blood mist, they found that Zhao Chuanxin had turned his horse's head and was waiting with the Nagant Wheel in his hand.

Quick hammer.

bang bang bang...

If the bullet is empty, take it back and take another one.

Almost all the riders fell off their horses in the blink of an eye.

The rate of fire was so fast that there was no time to react.

Even in the 21st century, revolvers can still be used in rapid-fire shooting competitions.

A fast shooter who completes the shooting action so quickly that he can't even see the afterimage clearly.

Zhao Chuanxin has mastered Nagant Wheel so well that he has few rivals in the world.

When the blood mist dissipated, only a cavalry officer remained, turning his horse's head and preparing to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the wheel, took out Shui Lianzhu, pulled the bolt slowly, and raised the gun.

boom.

The officer fell.

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted and took out Izumi Mamoru Kanesada's last hit.

Collect your firearms, cavalry swords and money, complete all the processes of the enemy line and continue moving forward.

Zhao Chuanxin did not act rashly before he was 100% sure that Tsarist Russia would take the form of war.

But now that they have not only increased their troops, but also begun to transport artillery, there is nothing more to say.

The cavalry vanguard explored the road, and the large artillery troop behind them heard the sound of gunfire in the distance and stopped the team to prepare for the attack.

Major Bolensky shouted: "When you see someone in front of you later, no matter who it is, shoot directly. The machine gunner is ready. The eight machine guns must leave no blind spots."

"You should open your eyes wide, Zhao Chuanxin is not an ordinary person."

"I don't believe he can survive under the intensive artillery fire and heavy machine guns."

"Today is the best time for us to make a name for ourselves!"

His passionate mobilization for battle made him salivate and his mouth was dry, but he did not dare to drink water for fear that Zhao Chuanxin would suddenly appear in the blink of an eye.

However, after nearly half an hour, there was no trace ahead.

As the saying goes, it is impossible for people to keep their minds tense all the time.

Just when everyone was relaxing.

boom……

In an open space behind the crowd to the right, artillery shells exploded.

Everyone shrank their necks.

Then boom, boom, boom...

Tata Tata...

No one was seen at all. The machine gun fired a round in vain, and all the cannons were empty.

Bolensky was furious: "Stop, stop, stop..."

The soldier was so nervous.

Bolensky finally stopped the fire, then pointed to the place where white smoke was coming from the mountain on the left and said: "There, the enemy is there."

On the mountainside, Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigar in his mouth and adjusting the muzzle angrily.

This is an upgraded M1904 mountain cannon. Maozi installed a mantlet and gun mount for it, which is specially used for mountain cannons on fortresses.

The theoretical rate of fire is 5 rounds per minute.

But in fact, after each shot, the two recoil recovery system cylinders could not be synchronized, and Zhao Chuanxin had to wait, so that a maximum of two shells could be fired per minute.

It is stronger than the Type 31 Mountain Cannon of the Little Devil, but it is limited.

He used this time to kneel on the ground and adjust hurriedly according to Xingyue's instructions.

Zhao Chuanxin used cannons, but they were Krupps.

Mao Zi's skills were still far behind at this time.

This distance is exactly the limit of the star-moon sensing range.

Before they could be adjusted, the heavy machine guns and rifles over there took the lead in attacking.

Tata Tata...

bang bang bang...

At a distance of five to six hundred meters, Zhao Chuanxin could not be said to be unafraid, he could only be said to be confident.

He continued the operation without caring, and loaded the fragmentation bomb after resetting.

boom!

This shot accurately blasted a hole in the opponent's formation.

Zhao Chuanxin put away the cannon and moved his position without waiting for the inspection results.

There was continuous artillery fire at the foot of the mountain, plowing the mountainside where Zhao Chuanxin was.

The machine guns don't stop. But Zhao Chuanxin had already stepped on the Misty Traveler down the mountain and walked around behind them.

600 meters away, the cannon was set up and the angle adjusted.

Because the mountain cannon has an elevation angle, the shells hit an arc. The short barrel itself is not as good as the field cannon with a long barrel. It is still projectile. You can imagine how difficult it is to hit the target.

But the distance of 600 meters is not far for artillery, and the accuracy can still be guaranteed. Xingyue is not a human being, it can accurately calculate the elevation angle.

The gun's low barrel limited elevation and therefore range.

This is not a big problem for Zhao Chuanxin. What is awkward is that for a tall figure like him, he has to bend down while kneeling during the operation.

boom……

Another fragmentation round hit the Russian soldiers who were firing without knowing who they were hitting.

Bolensky, who was lucky enough not to be killed by the bombardment, was shocked. Looking at the heavy casualties of his subordinates and the broken limbs, he felt that his blood ran cold.

The first two times the opponent fired from the mountainside, but now they ran behind them.

Flying there?

"At the back, at the back..."

While they were hurriedly turning their guns around, Zhao Chuanxin put away his guns and moved his position.

The adjutant said: "This is not the way to go. Why don't we withdraw?"

Bolensky gritted his teeth: "Evacuate? Where to retreat?"

The adjutant said: "There is a ravine in front of us. The Chinese call it Xigou. We got into the ravine and spread out in the forest. Zhao Chuanxin's artillery fire was so accurate that we couldn't concentrate in one place. We can still win if we spread out and fight back. hope."

Hope of victory?

Before, Bolensky felt that he had a chance to win, but now his heart was filled with chills.

He gritted his teeth and said: "Cease fire. The rear team will change to the front team to cross cover and retreat with me."

Is Tsarist Russia really that powerful?

Until World War I, many of Tsarist Russia's generals could be described in four words - a meal of corpses.

The soldiers of Tsarist Russia had a low status and were called "grey animals".

At this time, the retreat was unorganized. The so-called front team changed to the rear team. The order was given, but when the soldiers carried it out, no one wanted to face the elusive Zhao Chuanxin and the ridiculously accurate artillery shells.

When can mountain artillery be fired like this?

Therefore, when the rear team ran away, the front team just showed off, then got up and ran after them.

Even among the eight machine gun positions, there were four machine gunners who did not put away their hot machine guns, put down their weapons and ran away alone.

So before Zhao Chuanxin could fire again, they had retreated across the board.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it and grinned: "Spicy and cheap, that's it?"

Although the Tsarist Russian army had a large number and seemed to have better weapons than the New Army, Zhao Chuanxin felt that Tsarist Russia might not be able to gain much advantage if it really went head-to-head with the New Army at this time.

The new army's salary and status are higher than theirs, and fighting is not just based on numbers.

It's a pity that Cixi only trained the new army, but never dared to confront the enemy.

The old woman became completely cowarded after failing to kill her in a one-on-one challenge.

Look at the little devil, he was scared when he was forced to open the door of the country, but later he gambled on the fate of the country and made the big powers look at him.

In any case, if Tsarist Russia only had this ability, even though Zhao Chuanxin was acting alone, he really wasn't afraid of them.

He even had a strong desire to train troops, and this idea grew wildly in his mind like a weed.

Seeing the other party running wildly into the nearby ravine, Zhao Chuanxin thought for a moment and sneered.

He went over first and collected the four Maxims, leaving the artillery in place.

Run into the ravine?

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler over the mountains and ridges and entered Xigou, finding a hidden high point to wait.

About seven or eight minutes later, the panting Russian soldiers arrived belatedly.

Tata Tata...

Bolensky braked suddenly and was stunned.

But I saw the cavalry in front falling in rows, blood flying.

Even now, Bolensky has never even seen the enemy in front of him.

Is the enemy really Zhao Chuanxin?

Is he really a person?

Could it be that troops had been deployed here to attack them a long time ago?

These thoughts flashed through my mind.

The adjutant shouted: "Major, let's retreat."

retreat?

Just enter Xigou and then withdraw?

Boronski felt like a joke.

He only had one battalion, a mixed regiment of infantry, cavalry and artillery.

Tsarist Russia is very strange. Normally, other countries vigorously develop field armies in peacetime to prepare for emergencies, supplemented by reserve forces. On the contrary, Tsarist Russia vigorously developed its reserve forces in peacetime, and then changed its field army during wartime.

Having suffered losses in the war with Japan, Nicholas II carried out military reforms in the past two years.

But reform does not happen overnight. The current combat capabilities of these field armies are very limited, and they cannot afford the large number of technical arms.

Although 1 officers and to soldiers and sergeants were released from the original fortress army and reserves during the reform, the military quality of these people is really poor.

Bolensky was originally an officer in the reserves.

Because they lacked the ability to command in emergencies, they were a little confused when they saw their subordinates being beaten, causing the Russian soldiers to scatter and look for bunkers.

He just hid but didn't dare to fight back.

The sound of machine gunfire over there stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin felt bored, so he accepted Maxim, bent his knees and jumped up onto the branch of a big tree, standing on a high place to check the situation.

Because everyone was hiding behind the bunker at this time and got into the woods, it would be a waste of ammunition to open fire.

Bolensky was surprised to hear the echo of gunfire still echoing in the valley, and asked the adjutant: "Why is there a ceasefire?"

The adjutant was even more confused, why do you still want him to continue?

"Major, what should we do?"

Bolensky hesitated: "How about surrendering?"

The adjutant suggested, "How about we send someone to ask for help?"

"Ask for help?" Bolenski's voice suddenly rose: "Where can we ask for help? Nearby troops have been transferred to Hylar, and we are the last batch. Is it possible to go to Hylar to ask for help? Will he give us this opportunity?"

"This..." The adjutant was speechless.

They now have no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth, and they are in a dilemma.

Bolonsky finally ordered: "Raise the white flag and surrender."

Zhao Chuanxin, who was on the tree, saw white flags being raised one after another in the valley ahead.

"This..." Zhao Chuanxin never expected that they would surrender while they still had the strength to fight.

He jumped down and galloped on the Misty Traveler. When he got nearby, he took off his helmet and lit a cigarette to feel happy.

After the war, a cigarette makes me feel like a living god.

"I am Zhao Chuanxin. Who has the final say? Stand up and speak."

Bolensky, accompanied by his adjutant and translator, timidly emerged from behind the big tree and walked toward Zhao Chuanxin with his head lowered.

Zhao Chuanxin held his waist with one hand, his cloak behind his back rustling in the north wind.

Holding a cigarette, he stood in the center of the field and watched. Although there were hundreds of Russian soldiers, no one dared to move rashly.

"Give me your name."

"Berensky, Vasily Bolensky."

"How many of you are here?"

"Four hundred... there are about 3,670 people left."

There were originally more than 400 people, but many were killed by Zhao Chuanxin's shelling and machine guns.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the translator: "Come here and translate my words for everyone to hear."

The translator stepped forward obediently and bowed to listen to the order.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You only get a few rich people's salary a month, what are you trying to do with your life?"

"Look at each of you, you are living like dogs."

"Do you know how much the monthly salary of my soldiers is? 6 silver dollars, fully paid. During the holidays, firewood, rice, oil and salt are distributed. Winter coats are provided in winter, summer clothes and uniforms are provided in summer. Soldiers are exempted from corvee service, and their families are protected from bullying by outsiders. We can all live with our chests held high and our heads held high.”

"Are you okay?"

"You are afraid that you will be evicted if you go to the theater to watch a play. You don't even have the right to take public transportation."

"You are called gray animals, and you are not worthy of being called a human being."

Bolonsky and the adjutant turned pale when they heard this.

Killing is heartbreaking...

The soldiers who were originally hostile or wary of Zhao Chuanxin now wanted to hide their foreheads in their crotches and never be able to raise their heads again.

I used to hear people talking about gray cattle, and many people were stupidly proud of it.

It turns out that this word is completely a curse word?

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "As long as I, Zhao Chuanxin, are in Hailar, you should not wish to make a fortune by looting. A sheep leads a pack of wolves, and wolves are also sheep. A tiger leads a pack of wolves, do you think you will be able to make a fortune in the future? Feeling better?"

Thinking about the battle just now, Zhao Chuanxin beat them just for fun, effortlessly.

Who dares to say that Zhao Chuanxian is bragging?

The key is that he is only one person.

The Saurons were actually very ferocious, but they were suppressed by the Qing court, so the Five Wings General Manager became honest.

Now that Zhao Chuanxin is here, I think it won't be long before these people will regain their ancestral bravery and beat the Cossacks until they cry for father and mother.

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "Don't worry, I won't cause any more killings today. You are my prisoners now. Prisoners cannot eat and drink for free. You have to work. After the war, if you have concerns, I will let you return. If you don't, I will let you return." , you can stay, be it a soldier or farm, it will definitely be much better than working for Nicholas II."

And such good things?

Everyone was whispering to each other.

You say they were loyal to Nicholas II?

nonexistent.

Russians are particularly greedy for money, and their rate of decay is the fastest in the world, regardless of the present or the future.

These low-level soldiers are really like cows and horses, cannon fodder, otherwise they would not be called "gray animals."

Many people are really tempted.

What country, what nation, how can it be more important to have enough to eat and survive?

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Bolensky: "What did you say?"

Bolensky shrank in fright: "I agree."

"Then hand over the gun, and you walk in front. If any of you want to run, I may not be able to catch up with everyone, but I will kill whoever I catch up with. If you don't run, you can all live."

Bolensky took the lead and removed the double-action Nagant wheel and command knife.

The rest of the people were well-educated and had no intention of giving it a try.

Zhao Chuanxin and others piled all the weapons into a pile, flicked his fingers, and motioned for them to leave.

These people are so obedient that they turn around and leave.

Don’t blame them. In Tsarist Russia, ordinary soldiers were called serfs by the people. They were soldiers, construction workers, or tenant farmers. Anyway, they were not qualified soldiers and could do any kind of work.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw this, he thought: It's stable.

(End of this chapter)