mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 870 Running around with full health remaining, nameless
Zhao Chuanxin could already see the coastline of Hokkaido.

Xingyue said: There are some Japanese soldiers on the beach. Do you want to take action?

"..." Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "I suspect that you have developed self-awareness and emotions, but I have no evidence."

Xingyue: I didn’t, I’m not.

If people's self-awareness is a chemical reaction of hormones, then Zhao Chuanxian thinks that Xingyue may really have self-awareness.

Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of taking action, so he circled on the sea and headed north.

He also had to go around Japan's Rebun Island.

Then it passed through the strait between the southern part of Sakhalin Island and the northern part of Hokkaido, and landed at the Japanese town of Otomari in the middle.

Omari Town was later renamed Korsakov after Russia fully occupied Sakhalin Island.

Fukasumi Village is under the rule of Otomari Town.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly raised his hand outside the Metropolitan Police Department.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't resist and just pushed him away.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care about that. He wore glasses and a cotton belt around his neck, and walked struttingly on the street.

The Japanese's eyes were a little sneaky and unruly, and Zhao Chuanxin stared back one by one.

His beard was not exempt from the vulgarity, and was stained with frost from his breath.

Subconsciously, I want to dodge and then take the center line, giving the Japanese police an AOE range of damage.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything and just spat on the ground.

This place is not big, and soon the Japanese police came in a hurry after receiving the warning from the people.

Others' deerskin was rubbed with oil, but the shine of Zhao Chuanxian's deerskin cloak was deliberately polished and polished. It was considered a clean disguise.

The short Japanese who were glaring at them were so frightened that they quickly looked away.

Not long after, we arrived at the Otomari Town Police Department.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't go far before he arrived at the old Japanese Kata Town Civil Affairs Office.

On his head is a roe deer scalp hat.

He was already tall, and his three layers of clothing made him look bulkier, looking like a big bear.

The two short patrol officers roared menacingly.

There are Japanese-style cabins on both sides of the street. Zhao Chuanxin is very doubtful about the heating effect of these houses.

Zhao Chuanxin just stretched his waist.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned when he practiced sword practice recently, and any weapon in his eyes turned into a sword.

The people in that house were still watching the fun, but they didn't want to harm Chi Yu. They immediately wailed and turned around to go back to the house to get paper windows and re-paper them, otherwise they would freeze to death at night.

The living conditions of the Japanese here are also very ordinary. They wear thin clothes, huddle up and rush when they go out, and they are skinny and unkempt.

So from a distance, it looks like it looks like it blends in with the local aborigines.

It's just that his figure is much taller and burlier than the people here.

The streets were full of Japanese people, and they all looked sideways when they saw this guy wearing a roe deer scalp hat.

In fact, the aborigines of Sakhalin Island do not wear roe deer scalp hats, especially the hats with strange two horns.

But many people have difficulty distinguishing them. In their impression, the aborigines are all unkempt and dirty.

He ducked slightly to the side, his shot was like lightning, he easily grasped the short stick, grabbed it, and threw it away.

This was also the earliest trading center in Japan.

The two patrolmen were furious and immediately took out their short birch sticks and swung them at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the Metropolitan Police Department. Because there were many policemen here, the two Japanese policemen finally felt proud and proud. They pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said to their colleagues: "This Maoist is barbaric, disobedient, and openly walking on our streets." , everyone help subdue him and teach him a lesson."

"Baga, Mao Min, who told you to walk openly on the street?"

The two policemen were startled: "Baga, Mao Min, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin took off his soft gold armor and wrapped himself in a thick, shabby but clean cotton robe, with a shiny deerskin cloak on top.

"..."

But it suddenly dawned on him that this was not a battle with the Desert Emperor, but just two amateurs.

The two Japanese policemen took a step back in shock, and then stepped forward to push Zhao Chuanxin again.

Therefore, the two policemen tried their best to put on a fierce look, but carefully distanced themselves and took turns pushing Zhao Chuanxin forward.

In fact, he took advantage of the opportunity of stretching to throw out Xingyue and Bronze Eyes, and inserted the eyes into the hidden place of the eaves.

The short stick spun in the air, flew more than ten meters, and finally broke the window paper of the house with a "pop".

Obviously, Aboriginal people cannot blatantly integrate into Japanese communities.

This really angered the two patrol officers. They immediately stepped forward and twisted Zhao Chuanxin's arms, trying to cut him back, but the arms were like steel poured into iron and they were hard to shake.

Good guy, not only can’t my arms lift my thighs, I can’t hold my arms either.

"Inspection Jiangchuan, are you sure this is Mao Min? Mao Min is not that tall. Mao Min is ugly, but this man is very handsome."

Inspection is the lowest level of police in the Japan Metropolitan Police Department, equivalent to domestic patrol police.

"Wearing animal skins, what are we not furmen?"

Seven or eight Japanese police officers surrounded Zhao Chuanxin at the same time, holding short sticks in their hands and beating their palms.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and picked up an old-fashioned copper cotton ink-absorbing pen from the table.

One person was the first to hit Zhao Chuanxin with a short stick in his pocket.

Zhao Chuanxin's right foot was originally in front and his left foot behind. At this moment, his right foot suddenly withdrew, and the head of the short stick was smashed five centimeters in front of Zhao Chuanxin.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin retracted his right foot, he stepped out again - lunge to fencing.

He was tall and had long arms, so even if he only held a ten thousand year pen, he still stabbed the Japanese policeman in the nose.

"Ow..."

The bridge of the Japanese policeman's nose was straightly crooked.

The rest of the police were confused.

I blanch...

A Japanese policeman behind him did not believe in evil and wanted to make a sneak attack.

Zhao Chuanxin's monster python turned over and stabbed flatly.

"Ow..."

Another person did not swing the stick, but used the short stick as a knife to stab Zhao Chuanxin in the waist.

Zhao Chuanxin used a secret move in Chinese swordsmanship - Chasing the Shape and Cutting the Pulse.

Raising his arm, Wannian strokes his hand.

He clamped the opponent's wrist.

If the Wannian Bi were a sword, this move would be able to cut off the opponent's wrist directly.

Even so, the tyrannical power also made the other party scream.

Someone was swinging a short stick horizontally, trying to sneak up on Zhao Chuanxin's temple from the side.

Zhao Chuanxin is like having eyes on the back of his head - he stabs his throat sideways.

They didn't know that what Zhao Chuanxin saw in his glasses was a 360-degree surrounding image.

"Uh...well..."

The short stick fell from his hands, and the attacking policeman clutched his throat and his eyes bulged.

The remaining policemen retreated in unison.

I'm going to blanch, I'm going to blanch... I've never seen a player using a ten-thousand-year pen as a sword.

"You, who exactly are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin held one hand behind his back and held the pen in his right hand like a sword hanging to one side. He was really a lonely master.

He raised his head and looked at the sky at a thirty-degree angle. The frost on his thick beard now turned into water droplets hanging on it: "The remaining blood is full of blood and the map is full of running, and the full blood of blood is playing the erhu. It's just nameless."

"..."

At this time, a Japanese policeman went to the cabinet and took out a Type 30 rifle. He raised his face and shouted ferociously: "It doesn't matter whether you are famous or not, put down the murderous weapon in your hand."

Xingyue reminded Zhao Chuanxin: His gun is not cocked, don’t worry.

When the other Japanese police heard this, their expressions froze: You call this a murder weapon?

But being shameless is the truest portrayal of their character. They immediately shouted: "Yes, put down the weapon quickly, or I will make you look better."

Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be afraid, and the Wannian pen in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

The gun-toting Japanese policemen were triumphant. The other police officers rushed forward and tried to subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

They huddled together like chickens trying to keep themselves warm, and pushed Zhao Chuanxin into the cell at the back with all their strength.

Zhao Chuanxin actually didn't resist much and let them push him into the cell.

He mainly wanted to survey the terrain and Japanese agencies in southern Sakhalin Island, and test their attitude towards the indigenous people.

The police officers called him "Maomin" one after another, apparently mistaking him for the aborigines on the island.

Because the aborigines of Sakhalin have lived in the bitter cold for a long time and have strong hair, they got this name.

But obviously this title is discriminatory.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin could imagine that the aborigines suffered the same oppression in the Japanese territory as they did in Maozi.

The more primitive ethnic groups and tribes are, the more rude and disrespectful they are, and they appear to be incompatible with civilized society.

Zhao Chuanxin respects this, so he can become the Kuku War God of the Kanaka people in Hawaii.

Zhao Chuanxin entered the cell with a smile on his face.

When the Japanese policemen left, cursing and leaving, they also said: "It's not too late to deal with him when he is too hungry and has no strength left..."

As soon as they went out, Zhao Chuanxin teleported to the door of the Metropolitan Police Department and asked Xingyue to take off the copper eye, and Shi Shiran strode northward.

Chitose Village, Changbin Village... Zhao Chuanxin did not stay in these places.

But he approached various passes and secretly asked Xingyue to detect the distribution of Japanese troops.

In the dense forest in the east, Zhao Chuanxin found an aboriginal settlement area.

This is a Utari tribe.

It is said that the Utarites were the original inhabitants of Hokkaido, but were later occupied by the Japanese.

For now, the Utari people cannot be characterized as Japanese.

They were holding a bear spirit ceremony. A group of strong men were holding long wooden poles with ropes tied to the tops of the poles. The ropes were tied around the bears' necks to restrain them.

The black blind man, who was arrogant in the wild, was exhausted from being tortured. From time to time he roared out of breath, and his mouth and face were covered with snow.

Sakhalin is very cold, so the black blind man should be hibernating at this moment, but he was captured from the tree hole by the Utali people.

Is this how you entertain Spirit Bear?
Zhao Chuanxin thought they were going to kneel down and worship, and then let the blind man go.

As a result, a man was seen carefully approaching the black bear from the side and rear. When he got close to the bear's neck, he stabbed the knife through the white crescent mark on the bear's chest, which was the vital part of the black blind man.

"Roar……"

The black blind man struggled and roared hysterically. The short, thick Utari men with thick beards and white features tried their best to restrain the black blind man.

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

Didn’t you say you worship the Spirit Bear?

Why did you kill this blind man?

After the black bear was completely dead, they went to cut off the black bear's head.

Zhao Chuanxin was fascinated by what he saw, and soon someone discovered him.

Then he stepped forward and chatted.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand, but what he didn't expect was that Xingyue actually understood.

What the man said was, "Who are you? Why have you come to the land of our giving?"

Zhao Chuanxin whispered: "You can understand Nivkh and I can understand it, how can you still understand Utari?"

Xingyue said: Their language is a Baohe language, derived from Polynesian. I have been to Hawaii with you and heard too many Kanaka people's languages. Many languages ​​​​are common. I understand the dialects and dialects that you do not understand. Can understand.

So Zhao Chuanxin relied on the pronunciation given by Xingyue to talk confidently to the Utali man: "I come from the Sauron tribe, and I was ordered to mediate the conflicts between the ethnic groups in Sakhalin Island. You said this is your gift. Land, what does it mean to give land?”

The Utali man was silent for a long time and said: "More than a hundred years ago, we Utali people were massacred by the Japanese. We couldn't defeat the Japanese. They restricted the activities of us Utali people and let us stay here, which is called Giving land.”

Zhao Chuanxin felt happy.

really.

Regardless of the Tsarist Russia or the Japanese, their invasion was to assist Zhao.

Zhao Chuanxin expanded the sample collection, but the conclusion is the same.

But there was compassion on his face: "Damn the Japanese."

The Utali man was silent again.

Zhao Chuanxin asked again: "How is the relationship between the Japanese and the Russians?"

The Utali man, like the Nivkh people, had no scheming intentions. He said bluntly: "Before they fought, the relationship between their people was very good. But now the relationship is very poor. Their soldiers kept fighting in the dense forest of the Paronai Valley. Shooting each other down, some people die every month.”

Zhao Chuanxin was ecstatic.

At this time, the people of the Utali tribe had already begun to skin the bear and cut its meat.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin staring there, the man from Utali said: "That's the Bear Spirit Sacrifice. When we eat bear meat, we can get closer to the Bear Spirit..."

What a self-serving fallacy.

At this time, a Utali woman came over and asked the man who Zhao Chuanxin was.

The man from Utali introduced to Zhao Chuanxin: "Friend from Sauron tribe, this is my daughter, she is twelve years old this year."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the dark and old face of the man's daughter, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "She is so mature at such a young age, it's really good."

The two of them thought it was a compliment and smiled honestly with yellow teeth.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stay long, and left before they could finish the Bear Spirit Sacrifice and continued heading north.

About sixty miles away, there is the Japanese Kahatai Hall on Sakhalin Island, now called Fengyuan City.

Zhao Chuanxin heard Korean speaking on the street. He grabbed the man and asked in Korean: "How many Koreans are there here?"

Passers-by looked at Zhao Chuanxin, surprised by his clothes, and surprised that he could speak relatively fluent Korean.

"Yes, you are not Korean, are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and said proudly: "I am an old friend of your Gyeongju Lee family in South Korea. Does the head of the Dacheng Chamber of Commerce, Park Tae-hoo, know? You have to bow respectfully when you see me. Zhao Bingshi, Shen Xiangxun and other ministers, and you The abdicated Emperor Li Xi must treat me as sir."

The passerby Bangzi’s eyes widened: “Is this true?”

He suspected that Zhao Chuanxian was bragging.

"How can we still have a holiday?" Zhao Chuanxin raised his eyes. "Let me ask you, how many Koreans are here? What industries are they engaged in?"

The other party felt a strong aura from Zhao Chuanxin.

He couldn't tell whether the aura was that of a superior person or the murderous aura tainted on the battlefield.

All in all, Zhao Chuanxin's pretense was quite successful.

Although Bangzi passers-by were suspicious, they did not dare not answer, and even their tone became more respectful without realizing it: "Many, some people went to participate in mining, some went to the Metropolitan Police Department for inspection, and some joined the 13th Independent Division of the Japanese Army. The 11th Regiment of the regiment is responsible for garrisoning the Gutun Fortress in Moka Port, Dabo Port and the Polonai Valley in the north to prevent Russian invasion. "

These are not secrets anyway.

It was certainly not a secret to him, but it was very useful to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes were sharp and he asked a lot of details while the iron was hot.

The man answered at first, but then he started to feel something was wrong.

He frowned: "Sir, you don't even know your surname. You just said that you recognize our Emperor and several ministers. Can you tell me your surname?"

Seeing that the other party was suspicious, Zhao Chuanxin turned his nostrils to the sky and said, "Just you? Are you a mere commoner worthy of knowing my name?"

The passerby Bangzi's nose was so hung up and crooked: "You..."

Answering so many questions means hard work without any credit, right?

How could this man be so rude?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't like Bangzi at all, so he left with his hands behind his back and a proud look on his face.

A passerby spat at his back: "Bah! Are you afraid it's not a spy sent by the Russians? No, I have to go to the police station. Maybe the civil affairs chief Hiraoka Shotaro from the Huatai Hall can give me a reward... "

As the seat of the Civil Affairs Bureau of the Japanese-occupied territory at the southern end of Sakhalin Island, Fengyuan City has a small population, but it has already shown initial signs of prosperity.

Telegraph poles were neatly erected on both sides of the street. In addition to rickshaws, Zhao Chuanxin even saw a few cars.

There is a two-story building with a signboard saying "Ikeda Western Souvenirs Store".

Because there was a pavilion built on the top of the second floor, the terrain was high and the view was wide, so Zhao Chuanxin took out the copper eye and asked Xingyue to hold the copper eye and insert it on the top of the pavilion.

After doing this, Zhao Chuanxin saw at the street intersection, a column of Japanese military police with loaded ammunition, led by the passerby who had previously answered Zhao Chuanxin's question, belatedly arrived.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled, giving them a distant thumbs up.

These Japanese soldiers were furious when they saw this, and some even raised their guns to threaten them.

But Zhao Chuanxin retreated to the corner, avoiding their sight.

The next second, he appeared on the top of the two-story building.

(End of this chapter)