mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 989 That makes sense. I'll help you.
Zhao Chuanxin asked Ajure Ida and the other two: "How do you feel now?"

Miguel Esteban shook his head.

Aguilera Ida said: "Just like last time, I felt like the whole world was slowing down."

Justino opened his mouth and spat out with a "wow" sound.

When Zhao Chuanxin killed for the first time, he felt the same as Ajure Ida.

Now Zhao Chuanxin basically kills calmly at zero degree.

I can't muster the slightest sympathy for the person who died.

He led the three men forward, and after walking two miles, he suddenly stopped and shouted to the front: "Hand over the mule."

The three were still confused because they didn't see anyone.

Martinelli, the captain of the rural cavalry patrol, was interrogating the mule a few dozen meters away and was caught off guard when he heard Zhao Chuanxin's voice.

For a moment I didn't know how to respond.

But when Martinelli thought about the success of their plan and the heavy losses suffered by Francia and Pablo's rural patrol, he suddenly felt very proud and laughed wildly.

"Haha...I'll give the mule to you? Why? You're from Francia, right?"

Zhao Chuanxin and four other figures emerged from the woods. Martinelli did not have many men, only about twenty or so, but they were at least far more than four people.

At this time, they looked at Zhao Chuanxin and others with sarcastic eyes.

Both sides were obviously rural cavalry patrols and organized bandits, but they were incompatible because they were in different states.

Besides, Martinelli felt that he was unparalleled in wisdom and strategy, and looked down upon all the heroes in the world, not taking Zhao Chuanxin and the other four people seriously at all.

Zhao Chuanxin pinched his cigar and smoothed the dry leaves and branches stuck in his hair: "We are all family, give us some face."

Martinelli sneered: "Who the hell is yours? Get lost."

Zhao Chuanxin not only did not roll away, but also led his men forward: "Look at my brothers, they are all outstanding, their bodies are like iron, their bodies are so hard that they can make a hole in the ground when they fall. Are you sure you don't want to return the people?"

Martinelli stopped smiling and said coldly: "If you dare to take another step forward, I will kill you and your iron brothers."

Zhao Chuanxin took a puff of his cigar and said, "I advise you not to do that. I know you are behind this. I saw it. Give the person to me and I will pretend that I don't know about it. Otherwise, I will report you."

When Aguire Ida and others heard this, they showed surprise on their faces. They did not expect this to be the case.

The mule looked at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise.

It was only after he fell into the hands of Martinelli and others that he figured this out.

Martinelli's expression changed slightly, his triangular eyes twitched, and he whispered to the people around him, "Do it."

The captured mule shouted, "He is going to kill you."

How could a bad guy like the mule have any good intentions?

I just want the scene to be more chaotic.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and said to Ajure Ida and the others, "Shoot from behind left and right."

Seeing Martinelli give the order to shoot, Miguel Esteban frowned and said, "He dares to kill us?"

After all, they are all edited.

Martinelli said to his men with a grim look on his face: "Kill them and put the blame on Mule and the other bandits."

The mule leaned against a tree, waiting to die, with empty eyes, muttering: "In this confused era, what is the difference between you and us?"

Martinelli struck the mule on the cheek with the butt of his rifle.

The mule spat a mouthful of blood on the ground, grinned and said, "Martinelli, pray that you don't fall into my hands. If anyone angers me, I will usually cut a knife on his forehead and then peel off his face. So my men are cold-blooded and cruel, but they are still afraid of me."

Martinelli was not a bandit, so he shuddered when he heard this. He thought that after dealing with these rural patrol policemen from Quetzalan, he must kill the mule by escaping.

bang bang bang...

Gunfire rang out.

Martinelli urged: "There are only four of them. Beat them to death."

On the other hand, Zhao Chuanxin taught by example.

He took a step sideways, his steps within his shoulders, without leaving the cover, with only his chest and head sticking out. He took a quick look but did not retract his body.

He said: "See? Once you are sure it is safe, don't retract immediately. The angle is the key. Expand outward a little each time to confirm more safe vision."

Then, he suddenly fired a shot.

A Veracruz mounted patrol policeman was shot and killed.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "If there are enemies, open fire first. Do not go back immediately after opening fire, otherwise you will lose the opportunity to suppress the firepower."

He was holding Aguirre Ida's rifle and leaning forward, pulling the bolt quickly.

boom.

Another person fell to the ground.

Then he retreated back to the bunker and threw the gun to Aguirre Ida: "You try it."

Aguilera Ida did the same thing, but he was unlucky. The first time he leaned out, he ran into a mounted patrol policeman.

He could vaguely see the cautious and cunning face opposite him and the black muzzle of a gun.

The instinct of fear made him want to shrink back.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and pressed the sole of his shoe against Aguire Ida's upper body, preventing him from retracting: "Shoot."

Agulei Ida pulled the trigger subconsciously.

boom.

Missed.

He wanted to pull back so that he could pull the bolt more easily.

But his body was still held back by Zhao Chuanxin's legs, preventing him from coming back: "Pull the bolt, continue."

At this time, the people on the opposite side actually shrank their heads because of the gunshots.

With his adrenaline rushing, Aguire Ida was extremely skilled in pulling the bolt. After pulling the bolt, he followed Zhao Chuanxin's instructions, raised the gun to the same level as his assistant hand, with the butt resting on his shoulder socket, his assistant hand holding the fishbone, and his strong hand moving back to the grip.

This posture is actually not suitable for this kind of long rifle or people with small bodies.

This is the shooting training method used in Lugang Town. It is universal. The starting position in combat, knife fighting, pistol shooting and the grip for Winchester M1897 shooting are all similar.

boom.

The bullet hit the opponent's abdomen.

At this time, without Zhao Chuanxin's coercion, Aguille Ida continued to pull the bolt and shoot because of excitement.

boom.

Hit short.

He was about to continue, but Zhao Chuanxin pulled him back.

"You're out of bullets, aren't you stupid?"

Aguilera Ida: "..."

Martinelli was surprised to find that three of his men had fallen.

Moreover, the mule was standing beside him with blood on his lips, sneer-smiling and fanning the flames: "Can you do it?"

Martinelli looked back and saw another rifle butt.

The mule's head was buzzing from being beaten.

Zhao Chuanxin had Justino and Miguel Esteban cross fire with Aguerra Ida.

The pressure of life and death made the three of them perform beyond their normal levels, and they fought back and forth with the opponents.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees, jumped up, and floated lightly to the top of the tree. He grabbed a horizontal branch and pulled it up with force, then rode on the trunk.

boom.

Justino shot and killed an enemy who was able to hit him.

With him guiding the troops, the three of them were safe and sound. They only needed to practice the tactical principles set by Zhao Chuanxin step by step.

The first one to retreat was Aguire Ida. His body had not yet fully grown, and his thin shoulders were numb from the recoil.

Seeing that they were almost exhausted, Zhao Chuanxin said, "Everyone, step back. I'm going to start showing off."

Even though he teaches in a very logical way, Lao Zhao never uses those tactics. They are all unconventional.

He lazily rode on the tree trunk, shooting each of his friends with one shot. Occasionally, his upper body tilted slightly, and the bullet passed by him.

The three people under the tree were stunned by what they saw.

I'm Chao, how can I dodge bullets?
Aguirre Ida believed that this was an ability that could only be acquired after practicing those tactical essentials to the extreme, so he was greatly encouraged: "Help me up, I can still fight."

"You should take a rest." Miguel Esteban didn't think so.

But Zhao Chuanxin was the only one who beat the opponent until he cried for his parents, and then he retreated after a while.

Martinelli was left shouting helplessly and furiously: "Don't retreat, kill them."

When three people died at first, he was just frightened and heartbroken.

Later, more and more people died, and he felt that he was trapped.

There were more and more lies that needed to be edited, and how to explain them to superiors became a big problem.

I had to make up a few new charges against the mule in my mind.

Zhao Chuanxin moved back, and a bullet shot from the opposite side hit the tree trunk. He slid down and reloaded the bullet at the same time.

After loading the ammunition, Zhao Chuanxin landed and moved forward leisurely.

Every time a shooting is done carelessly, someone ends up suffering the consequences.

Zhao Chuanxin walked and fired, while the opposite side ran away in panic.

Aguirre Ida and the others were shocked by what they saw.

Can we still fight like this?
It was not until the remaining few people on the opposite side stopped shooting and just tried to escape that Zhao Chuanxin stopped shooting and started chasing after them.

Because Aguirre Ida and the others were watching, he did not use the Holy Light Channel to flash blatantly, but relied entirely on his own legs to leap along the mountain ridge.

Even so, the speed is astonishingly fast.

For example, there is a bush that is more than one meter high and three meters wide. Others need to cut through it, but he can just step over it in one step, as light as if he had lost the power of gravity.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the Mondragon M1908 rifle, took out the Colt revolver he had searched and seized from his waist, pulled the trigger with his right hand, and pressed the hammer with his left hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

After a round of shooting, Martinelli was the only one left running with the mule.

He listened to the screams of his men, his heart pounding like a drum, and he stumbled and fell over a vine.

When he fell, he took the mule with him.

The two men's faces were covered with red marks from being scratched by thorns.

Just as he was about to stand up, someone stepped on his face.

Martinelli looked at the tall Asian cavalry policeman from the corner of his eye and shouted in fear and despair: "You can't kill me, you can't kill me, I know General Victoriano Huerta, if you kill me you will be in big trouble..."

Zhao Chuanxin pressed a cigar against Martinelli's face, and the hot butt of the cigar burned Martinelli so much that he screamed in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "You are so smart, are you the only one who can put the blame on others? Isn't there a scapegoat nearby? I will kill you first, and then report that it was the mule who killed you."

Martinelli paused.

I blanch.

As expected, sooner or later you will pay for what you have done.

The mule sneered: "Unless I die, I will never confess under any torture."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded and said cheerfully, "What you said makes sense. I'll help you."

After saying this, Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped down in front of the mule's astonished gaze.

Click!

Click!

Click!

He kicked the mule's head into the ground with three kicks.

At the moment before his death, the mule suddenly repented: As expected, the consequences of being bad-mouthed are miserable.

Martinelli screamed in fear when he saw the miserable state of the mule.

At this time, Aguilera Ida and others also arrived.

Justino advised: "Don John Constantine, you can't kill this man. He is the captain of the cavalry patrol of Veracruz."

Martinelli said with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes: "Yes, you can't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the machete from Ajure Ida's waist, chopped a branch diagonally, and threw it hard with the pointed end of the branch.

puff……

Zhao Chuanxin clapped his hands: "No one is unkillable. Clean up the battlefield and search for spoils."

Then the machete came down on the mule's neck.

laugh……

"Justino, it's a merit to carry the mule's head."

Justino: Me again?
Martinelli, who was nailed to the ground by a wooden stake, was not yet dead.

He was frightened to death after seeing Zhao Chuanxin's cruelty.

When others die, their pupils dilate.

He died, his pupils contracted tightly.

When Zhao Chuanxin and three others rushed back to the Sanchakou battlefield.

Francia and Emiliano Zapata are still fighting.

The peasant uprising army was poorly equipped, but had a slightly larger number of people and a strong fighting spirit.

The Quetshalan Country Patrol is small in number but well-equipped.

The two sides fought on equal terms.

When Francia saw Zhao Chuanxin coming back, she didn't know whether to be surprised or happy.

Just as he was about to ask a question, he saw Justino holding a disfigured human head in his hand.

He swallowed the words back immediately.

After a while, he asked uncertainly, "Mule?"

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the ground, drinking water from a fused silica glass bottle. "Yes. Guys, are you all right? I'm worried about you."

What you are asking is this. Even Pablo is injured, how can he be any better?

Francia was shocked and asked, “How did you four kill the mule?”

Zhao Chuanxin lied without thinking, "It's like this. Mule and the rural patrol police of Veracruz colluded with each other and wanted to besiege us. But when the fight really started, Mule was afraid of death and wanted to escape. At this time, Martinelli, the captain of the Veracruz police, was fed up and wanted to capture Mule and bring him back in exchange for performance. But Mule was not easy to bully, and the two sides started fighting. When I arrived, Mule had nailed Martinelli to the ground with wood, and his death was miserable. At this time, Aguirre, Justino and Miguel rushed up bravely, killed and dispersed Mule's men, and Miguel jumped up and stomped on Mule's head hard, stomping more than a thousand times, and stomped Mule to death..."

Aguire Ida and the others listened in astonishment as Zhao Chuanxin made up stories without blushing or breathing heavily.

Francia frowned, clearly unconvinced.

But the mule's head is undoubtedly here.

He rolled his eyes and said, "Since you are so brave, why don't you go around behind these bandits and outflank them with us."

Pablo hesitated to speak.

This John Constantine is so evil.

If they force him now, and if he rebels, won't all of them be wiped out?

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin took the water bottle and obeyed Francia's orders: "Okay, whatever you say is what it is. Brothers, let's go."

Ajure Ida and the other three dragged their tired bodies. Although they were full of questions, they still followed Zhao Chuanxin and left, preparing to launch a surprise attack through the woods.

After he was out of sight of Francia and the others, Miguel Esteban asked the question in his mind: "Don John Constantine, do we really have to fight again?"

Although the three were not seriously injured, they were exhausted and had no strength to fight again.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a stack of jujube cakes and shared them among the three people: "You three stay here and hide. I'll be back soon."

Because Xingyue told him that the people here were neither bandits nor rural cavalry patrols, and the endless fight between the four groups was most likely caused by misunderstanding.

No one can clarify the specific reasons.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but feel curious and wanted to go over and find out...

(End of this chapter)