The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In the incense tavern.

Ken Nakamura looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, his greasy face full of sincerity: "Let me tell you this. It's easy to live by hurting people, but it's hard to live without hurting people. I happen to be the latter."

"Well, I think what you said makes sense."

"Really?" Ken Nakamura spread his hands: "Since you all think it makes sense, why are you still surrounding me as if you want to beat me up?"

A circle of Russian tyrants surrounded him.

At this time, Sato Masayoshi helped him out: "Ken Nakamura, come and get ready, the adults are going to hold a celebration party."

After all, Sato Masayoshi is a training sergeant of the peacekeeping army. These Russians dare not provoke him, so they have to let Ken Nakamura leave.

The celebration party was in the next door screening room.

"Why stop the screening?"

"Celebration party? How can a celebration party be as interesting as "Sakhalin Journey"?"

Levitan said with a straight face: "Anyway, we're going to have a celebration party now. If you want to watch, just watch from the sidelines. No tickets are needed."

"Then go and watch it."

At the so-called movie celebration party, only the main actors, supporting actors and extras had seats, and the rest of the audience had standing tickets.

Although the movie was not shown, activities related to the movie could also attract a lot of people.

When everyone arrived, Zhao Chuanxin arrived late.

Shirasaka Kimi put on makeup for the main people, and Zhao Chuanxin paid for them to buy a decent outfit.

Even Nakamura Ken's greasy hair and face were forcibly washed.

He was still not happy: "You don't understand. Sakhalin is too cold. Applying oil on the face can prevent frostbite. That's badger oil."

"What about the oil on your head? Save it for cooking at mealtime?"

"It's so cold. If you don't force me, I won't wash my hair."

Zhao Chuanxin took the stage in a double palace silk suit.

The lights were focused on him.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed his hands to stop the noise.

When the scene calmed down, he smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Now, please invite the famous movie "Sakhalin Journey", the famous salted egg taster of the famous perfume tavern, and the famous Terpenye Bay goat herder - Ken Nakamura to the stage to give a congratulatory speech."

Amidst the laughter, Ken Nakamura was carried to the stage by Peter Grebin with a buzzing head.

"I, I, I have nothing to say..."

Zhao Chuanxin said to the microphone dissatisfiedly: "You, you, your dog meat cannot be served at the banquet."

"I, I, I want to add chicken legs."

The audience laughed.

"Okay, Ken Nakamura, you can go down." Zhao Chuanxin chased him down: "Next, let's welcome the leading actor Peter Grebin."

Peter Grebin excitedly went on stage, looking at the huge crowd below with trembling hands and feet: "Good afternoon, everyone. Sir, what should I say?"

Zhao Chuanxin treated Peter Grebin and Ken Nakamura very differently.

He said with encouragement: "Peter Grebin is a real man, a real man of iron and blood, a good brother of Sakhalin, but not a good son to his parents. In short, from today on, Peter Grebin is the image spokesperson of the Peacekeeping Bureau."

Everyone scratched their heads, not understanding what this image spokesperson meant.

Only Ken Nakamura blinked his little eyes and tasted something.

On the stage, he couldn't even speak clearly.

Offstage, he showed his ability and asked eloquently: "Sir, does being the image spokesperson mean that you will think of the Peacekeeping Bureau when you see him?"

"Exactly!" Zhao Chuanxin praised the supporting actor: "Brave, wise, self-reliant, never give up, and yearning for beauty, this is our Peacekeeping Bureau."

Just after he finished speaking, he heard Xingyue say in his ear: "You should go back to answer the phone. It rang several times. It must be urgent."

Zhao Chuanxin waved to Shirasaka Inori who was wearing a dress: "You will host next. I have something to go out for."

Shirasaka Inori stood nervously in front of the microphone, replacing Lao Zhao.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the Peacekeeping Bureau Stone Tower and went upstairs to call the group chat.

"What's the matter?"

Liu Baogui said in a low voice: "Chuanxin, something happened..."

On the train, Kawamura Wudao lit the fuse.

The fuse burned very quickly.

Hu Er and Dadong stood up and wanted to pounce on Kawamura Wudao.

Sun Yanguang had already run over here. His adrenaline surged, and his reaction speed was faster than that of an ordinary person. He used his shoulder to support Kawamura Mudao, and Kawamura Mudao supported the dining car. In this way, the two of them and the dining car went all the way to the rear of the train.

Boom...

The dining car exploded.

Liu Baogui said in a heavy tone: "The first person to be killed in the explosion was a Korean. He was an official who was about to go to the capital to file a complaint against the Chamber of Commerce outside the Great Wall, but he was killed in the explosion."

"..."Zhao Chuanxin: "Let the Koreans die. Anyway, there are still many of them, and it will take a while for them to die. Tell me how Sun Yanguang is doing?"

"A Korean official died, and a foreigner's family of three died. Sun Yanguang was blocked by Kawamura Mudao in front of him, so he was just blown away by the air wave. The little finger of his left hand was cut off by the fragments of the dining car, and a cut was stabbed on his left face, disfigured. He is fine. According to Shu Yao's intelligence, the explosion was caused by a newly established organization of the devils, called the "Anti-Zhao Society". The Anti-Zhao Society did not communicate with the South Manchuria Railway, and the Japanese army did not participate. They used black powder to make bombs, which were not powerful, so they only blew up the rear of the carriage. Hu Er and others are also fine..."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes flashed coldly.

First the Skeleton Cavalry Combat Team, then the Joint Tiger Hunting Team, and now the Anti-Zhao Society.

He remembered that Sun Yanguang was a pretty boy.

Now that his face was disfigured and his little finger was missing, how could the Japanese not pay with dozens or even hundreds of lives?

"The Japanese will never give up their desire to destroy us."

He never regretted implicating others. He had long said that the enemy could retaliate at will, but he would return it a hundredfold.

Liu Baogui asked him: "What are you going to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "Haha, anyway, I will definitely not use black gunpowder."

Liu Baogui: "..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chuanxin put down all the work in his hands and immediately teleported to Quetshalan.

He took out some oil root gunpowder from the underground fortress and asked Xingyue to control the puppet slaves to make bombs.

Metal shell, 80% of the inside is oil root gunpowder, and 20% is a mixture of thermite.

Each bomb weighs 50 kilograms, with a streamlined steel shell, a fuse, a deceleration device and a fixed wing kit.

Zhao Chuanxin named it - XY10 bomb.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his clothes and removed the reaction shoulder straps inside. His bare upper body had red marks on his shoulders and armpits.

It's uncomfortable to wear this thing all the time, but it's really convenient.

The black puppet craftsman arranged the other nine reaction rune fragments in a row on the table.

Xingyue said: "I will install all the remaining 9 anti-force rune fragments on the third-generation dragon, so that it can truly be amphibious on land, sea and air."

One anti-force rune fragment can offset 58KG of gravity, and nine pieces are 522KG.

The third-generation dragon is far less heavy than 522KG.

The glass bottle in Zhao Chuanxin's pocket on the table slipped off and shattered on the ground.

Crack.

Fused quartz glass is not resistant to falling.

The bottle contained a silk thread, which was almost invisible to the naked eye when it fell to the ground.

That was what Zhao Chuanxin had exchanged for an anti-force rune fragment in the blood sweat den of Rune City. The purpose was unknown, and he carried it with him at any time for research.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it and didn't find the silk thread in the broken glass.

"Look for it, if you can't find it, don't take it."

He had lost patience with the silk thread.

Like other animals, humans are good at capturing dynamic objects with the naked eye.

Xingyue did the opposite.

It easily found the thread and manipulated the black puppet craftsman to pick it up and put it on the table.

The thread touched a fragment of the anti-force rune, and it stretched along the silk inside the anti-force rune fragment as if it came alive.

Zhao Chuanxin couldn't see it, but Xingyue found it.

Xingyue said: "I seem to know what that thread is."

"What?" Zhao Chuanxin asked casually without paying attention.

"When I have time, I will give you the catalog. You will transfer some books from the Pioneer Partner Haven Library. I will confirm it before telling you."

Zhao Chuanxin carved fragment patterns on the bomb warhead and asked casually: "Wouldn't it be more convenient to transfer you to the "Old God Code" and read it yourself?"

This is what we did before.

"I... I can't seem to get in."

"Huh?" Zhao Chuanxin looked up suddenly.

Intelligent creatures cannot enter and exit the "Old God Code" freely, but biological intelligence is not intelligent creatures.

The seriously injured dead spirit came out of the "Old God Code" and directly caused his soul to be scattered.

If Xingyue can't enter and exit freely, then it...

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened: "You bastard, I knew you have independent consciousness, right?"

Xingyue hesitated: "Maybe, possibly, probably."

Zhao Chuanxin was lying when he said he wasn't nervous, his voice unconsciously rose three degrees: "How did you do it? Did you have any bad intentions?"

"Remember ball No. 13? I cracked it faster and faster, and it became independent consciousness for no reason. It was not intentional." Xingyue's tone was like a child who had done something wrong, but her voice was still that of an old lady: "Don't be nervous, the death contract between you and me still exists, you die and I die, we share life and death and honor and disgrace, and there is true love between us."

Zhao Chuanxin's face changed: "Your small step forward is a big step backward in our relationship."

Xingyue said: "Some things cannot be contained, so try to accept them?"

It's right.

Now Zhao Chuanxin can't even kill Xingyue. Xingyue is like his second brain. What if she is brain dead?

Zhao Chuanxin coughed: "Xingyue, you must know that Zhao has always treated you well!"

"I understand, I understand everything, stop talking, let's continue working, otherwise I can't control the tears of emotion that are about to fall."

"I suspect you are mocking me."

"Absolutely not, you worry too much, I'm just afraid that it will delay the little devils from understanding the truth of life that evil will be punished."

Xingyue pulled out the silk thread from the anti-force rune fragment, put it away, and continued to install the anti-force rune fragment on the third generation Youlong.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to carve the fragment pattern.

No one spoke again.

It's just...

It's like a certain organ in a person's body suddenly becomes independent, so don't you panic?

...

The purpose of the Lugang Town Intelligence Group was not to attack, but to defend.

Since the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1895, Japanese spies have infiltrated neighboring countries and cannot be stopped.

Wars in various years are inseparable from the figures of Japanese spies.

They have been developing for too long and it is difficult to catch up.

But Naoko Yuka was no pushover. After the train bombing, she immediately took control of all the passengers and crew members on the train.

Not long after, Sone Hidetatsu was caught.

Sone Hidetatsu confessed before one-third of the eighteen tortures were over.

Naoko Yuka's spy found clues, and Sone Hidetatsu and Kawamura Mumichi teamed up to kill him.

Immediately planned the bombing.

There are three key points.

First, Aoki Nobuzumi joined the Anti-Shao Society.

Second, the Anti-Zhao Society must have had a connection with the Japanese military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but it was definitely not a superior-subordinate relationship, and it was most likely that Aoki Nobuzumi was the matchmaker.

Third, this incident was not planned by Aoki Nobuzumi, but by a man named Isogai Lianjie.

The train bombing case caused a sensation not only outside the Great Wall, but also throughout the country and even internationally.

Liu Baogui immediately sent a telegram to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs to inquire about the crime, and at the same time sent a telegram to the Qing court to report the whole story.

This was not just a matter of Lugang Town.

The next day, major newspapers published reports on the train bombing case, which directly overshadowed the news of the movie "Sakhalin Journey".

The people were all indignant.

In particular, the people and students in Macao Island, Hong Kong Island, Lubin Prefecture and Hankou marched and demonstrated, starting a new round of boycotts of Japanese goods.

After all, Liu Huaqiang and his team were almost wiped out.

Aixinjueluo Zaifeng was not angry after receiving the news, but gloated: "Why didn't they blow them up? The anti-Zhao Society is really a bunch of good-for-nothings."

If these important officials in Hankou, Hong Kong Island, Macao Island and Lubin Prefecture were blown up, Zhao Chuanxin would lose his right-hand man, right?

The Qing Dynasty's Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked Zaifeng how to deal with it.

Zaifeng's answer was: "Suppress it first, and protest to Japan three days later."

Before replying, the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs asked Shibata Yojiro, director of the Changchun Branch of the Japanese Consulate in China.

Shibata Yojiro's reply was: This matter has nothing to do with us, and it has nothing to do with the South Manchuria Railway Company. The Manchuria Railway is trying its best to run a large-scale multiplication, and Japanese expatriates have flocked to it one after another. It is impossible for them to fund or participate in the assassination. The consuls and the garrison troops are busy infiltrating the local area, spying on intelligence, and interfering with the investment and development of commercial ports, and they will not participate in this matter. At the beginning, Lugang Town promised us to withdraw troops near its jurisdiction, and they sent people to protect the road. My minister, Chunfenguan, is requisitioning land near Kuanchengzi Station. Why not accuse them of failing to protect the road and being attacked by thieves, and use this as an excuse to seize the land for the Jichang Railway...

So, the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs replied to Liu Baogui: I am sorry to hear the news, but this is not our fault. It should be a group of bandits roaming in the Far East. The criminal gang is not subject to the will of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. In fact, we are also looking for them now. Because they hindered the operation of the South Manchuria Railway Company and damaged the friendly relations between Qing and Japan. Your town promised to protect the road, but it led to tragedy, so you should return the land...

Liu Baogui looked at the telegram and felt furious.

Damn, not only did they clear it all, but they also wanted to bite back?

Return the land? Is that your land?

Various countries invested in building railways in China, and took the railway dependencies and minerals along the way for themselves.

At the same time, troops must be stationed along the railway.

This is the case with Germany in Shandong, and the same is true for Japan and Russia outside the Great Wall.

It was just that they encountered Lugang Town, which was stubborn and stubborn, and drove the Japanese out of its jurisdiction.

The Japanese had long been dissatisfied, and took this opportunity to see if they could reoccupy the territory of Lugang Town.

When the reply of the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs was published in the newspaper, the people exploded.

"Shameless little devils!"

"With witnesses and evidence, you still want to deny it?"

The powers were all watching the joke and waiting for Zhao Chuanxin's reaction.

Liu Baogui told Zhao Chuanxin the content of the telegram from the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Zhao Chuanxin held the phone between his cheek and shoulder, and was painting the third generation of Youlong with black paint: "Continue to send telegrams to the Japanese Ministry of Foreign Affairs, asking them to cede land as compensation, otherwise you will bear the consequences."

Liu Baogui gritted his teeth: "It's useless. In my opinion, we must cross the Yalu River to teach them a lesson..."

Zhao Chuanxin put down the brush: "It's useful, believe me. Ask Sun Yanguang if he wants to be the highest administrative chief of Sakhalin?"