The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

How dare Chen Yifan?

After he went out, he was blown by the cold wind and regretted it a little.

But there is no regret medicine in this world.

Since he believed that Zhao Chuanxin would never give up, he should trust him to the end.

Chen Yifan smiled bitterly.

He did not expect that in the end he would have to trust a man he had never met.

Now he can only rely on Zhao Chuanxin!

…

Zhao Chuanxin waited for Liu Xiang from day to night.

Liu Xiang did not come.

He had a hot pot in the tent at night. When he was boiling horse meat, he picked out a bullet from the meat.

"Boil!"

He picked out the bullet and threw it away.

When eating hot pot, eat meat first, then eat frozen tofu and fish balls, and finally eat some cabbage, and finally use noodles to fill the gap.

After eating, Zhao Chuanxin added coal to the stove, then went out and rode the fourth generation of Youlong to investigate the Sichuan-Tibet border.

Liu Xiang did not go further.

Liu Xiang naturally couldn't make the decision on such a matter. This must have been ordered by Hu Jingyi.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

It's not that you don't send troops to garrison, but some things can't be done.

He returned to the tent, took out his mobile phone and called Benjamin Goldberg.

"Benjamin, do you know Ma Qi?"

Since Hu Jingyi, the governor of Sichuan Army, is not coming, there will always be someone who is tempted.

Presumably, the neighbor Ma Qi's family will be interested in the meat at their fingertips.

Benjamin Goldberg said, "Master, I'm not familiar with him, and there are some grudges. This man is very ambitious and exploits more and more. I took in many desperate people under his rule. I do know Zhang Guangjian, who just took office as the governor of Lanzhou."

The Northwest Little Master really has a wide network of contacts.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You should contact Zhang Guangjian now and ask him if he is interested in the Jiang-Da Gan-Ze area. If he is interested, he is welcome to send people to station there tomorrow."

Benjamin Goldberg responded and went to send a telegram.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the "Old God Code" and read it for about half an hour, and the phone rang.

"Master, Zhang Guangjian only follows Yuan Weiting's lead. But this man is smart, and he seems to be planning to divide the Ma family's Hui army. He helped me contact Ma Qi's brother Ma Lin. I talked to him and found that Ma Lin was greedy and quite interested in this place. He will give you a reply tomorrow morning."

Zhao Chuanxin stroked his beard and thought that the Ma family was Hui people.

Their Hui army cannot be too big.

If they expand their territory to the south, they have to find a way to consume their northern territory.

So he said: "I will give you a few months. Can you rely on Tianshangfei to pull up a team and suppress his Ma family in the northwest?"

Benjamin Goldberg is no longer the Wuxia Amon of the past.

He has grown up.

He smiled: "Master, Zhang Guangjian wants the Ma family to get this land, and he also wants to check and balance the Ma family. It can be seen that he has no good intentions. In addition, let alone asking me to suppress him, I will kill all the Ma family, what's the difficulty?"

He was somewhat influenced by his master's domineering, and I don't know if he was bragging.

"Okay!" Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Then give this land to him."

Zhang Guangjian never expected that he just wanted to deal with the Ma family and suppress the Hui army, but what kind of situation would this cause in the future...

...

The Kalon of Chamdo, Qiangba Danda, held the letter left by Zhao Chuanxin. The skin on his face was very loose and looked a little ferocious.

But in fact, he had no expression on his face.

He was sent by the Kashag to be the chief steward of Chamdo, in charge of the Tibetan soldiers.

There are not many Tibetan soldiers. The professional army formed by the 13th Dalai Lama is of very limited size and has some old weapons. In addition to knives, spears and matchlock guns, there are also earth cannons, 13-shot cannons left by Zuo Zongtang during his western expedition, and old rifles such as Lee Enfield that were eliminated and provided by the British devils.

The content of the letter is simple, and the gist is: Get out of Qamdo, Jiangda, Leiwuqi, and Chaya within one day. Whoever stays will be killed, and the Kashag will be bloodbathed!

Jampa Danda asked another Kalon, Puben Dailong: "I received news that the man killed hundreds of us. He is very powerful. Do you think we should leave?"

Puben Dailong sneered: "We have the support of the British, why should we leave? We have the most elite soldiers in Tibet. As long as we deploy in advance, we will be able to prevent him. I have informed the British about this and asked for their support."

Jampa Danda was still a little worried: "What if we can't stop him? I heard that the man is very cruel."

"Look at this land, is there anyone who is not cruel?"

Jampa Danda was speechless.

Warlords, levying heavy taxes.

In Tibet, the Kashags are not good.

Living Buddhas have an orderly inheritance and reincarnation from generation to generation.

However, these Buddhas,

they have private property,

weapons,

and serfs.

Buddhas are upper-class nobles,

and they will be nobles in every life.

I don't know how many good men and women went to worship these "landlords". Touching their heads was a sign of initiation. They were very pious.

The local Kashag was their tool of labor and exploitation, firmly controlling the means of production such as land, livestock and serfs.

There was not much difference between serfs and livestock.

The two ignorant guys were ready to fight for a while and wait for reinforcements to arrive.

However, when Thirteen DA-Lai heard Zhao Chuanxin's name, he almost pissed himself and immediately issued an order: "Let Qiangba Danda and others retreat."

However, not every place sent a telegram. When the news came out, Thirteen DA-Lai turned around and led his people to flee.

On the grassland, Jebtsundamba's head was forcibly made into a rosary by Zhao Chuanxin.

Ga-Bala is a voluntary donation by eminent monks, not forced.

When Qiangbadanda received the news, it was already approaching noon, which was the time limited by Zhao Chuanxin.

"What should we do? I'm afraid it's too late to leave, but it's better than staying. We'll explain to Zhao Chuanxin then."

Pubendailong stared: "Things have reached this point, what else to do? It's better to deploy according to the original plan and defend this place."

Before he finished speaking, he heard the deafening sound of machine gunfire outside.

Tata Tata...

People shout horses neighing.

Pubendailong stood up in a hurry and wanted to open the curtain of the yak hair tent.

Jambadanda witnessed how the yak hair tent was torn apart by bullets and was riddled with holes; he saw how Pubundai Long's body was torn apart by the line of fire, and his flesh and blood surged wildly.

A great living person was transformed into a pile of smoking rotten flesh under his nose.

Half of his head landed at Jambadanda's feet, and he saw half of his eyes blink.

Jambadanda is also very cruel. He will dig out the enemy's patella bones, cut off the enemy's nose, and peel off the enemy's skin to make drums...

But the scene before him still made him collapse.

That kind of power was so powerful that even gods could not resist it, which made him want to worship.

He immediately fell to the ground, not daring to move, and could only listen to the screams outside.

When the gunfire stopped, he heard a strange grinding sound.

He didn't know that it was the sound produced by the continued rotation of the gun barrel due to inertia and machinery.

Immediately, there was a sound outside - chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp...

Once again there were howls, curses, and screams and cries that were hoarse from terror.

The sound of "chirp, chirp, chirp" was far and near, left and right.

"All come out of the tent."

He heard a voice speaking non-standard Tibetan.

He tried to muddle through.

Chirp chirp…

There was another scream.

"I said, you all come out of the tent."

The yak hair tent was thick and opaque, so Jambadanda could not see what was going on outside.

But he imagined a picture - there was someone else who wanted to get away with it just like him, but was brutally killed by that person.

Jambadanda began to tremble and struggled internally: That person must be trying to scare people. How did he know who was hiding?

boom……

A violent explosion sounded.

"I'll count to three. If it doesn't come out, no one will survive."

"three."

I blanch... Jamba Danda has an urgent desire to express.

This is so unreasonable.

Boom, boom, boom...

Jambadanda immediately stood up, rushed out of the tent, and knelt on the ground.

He saw that many people made the same choice as him.

Some tents were on fire and bodies were scattered everywhere.

He saw the man, tall and strong, wearing strange black clothes and strange black boots, and holding a terrifyingly large war bow in his hand.

The man had a thick beard on his face, a thick cigarette in his mouth, and a black knitted hat that covered his ears. His middle-length hair came out from under the hat.

There is a small shiny steel plate attached to the forehead of the hat, with three Chinese characters engraved on it - Zhan Li Jue.

The man was wearing gloves and pointed at a circle of people with his finger. He said nothing, but the gesture seemed to direct them to gather.

Jambadanda tried to hide himself from the crowd, but the glances they cast exposed his identity.

Sure enough, when he looked up, he saw the man smiling maliciously at him.

The man raised his finger at him.

Jambadanda's heart was beating wildly and he reluctantly walked over.

"name."

"Picheng Lemaimocuo..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907 and put the muzzle of the gun against Jambadanda's forehead: "Ask me again, name."

Stunned by the coldness of the metal: "Jambadanda."

"identity?"

"Garon."

"Do you know who I am?"

The other party said in broken Chinese: "Zhao Chuanxin."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and looked up at the sky.

Tomorrow the sky will be clear and cloudless. It is a really nice weather.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin took action without any warning and slapped Qiang Badanda in the mouth.

Snap.

Qiangbadanda glanced at Zhao Chuanxin in surprise, then quickly lowered his head.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "I just wanted to see if you would stare at me. If you stare at me, I will kill you."

Jambadanda: "..."

This man is more of a prairie man than a prairie man, and regards human life as nothing more than a piece of grass.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the map and handed it to Qiangbadanda: "Please point out where your troops are stationed, and then tell me where DA-Lai is."

Banchan is close to the Central Plains.

DA-Lai always makes trouble and is pro-British.

The two compete for power.

How many dogs are Buddha!

Will Buddha fight for power and gain?

Does Buddha keep serfs?

Jambadanda suddenly lost the courage to resist and spoke out in one breath: "He lived in the Sunlight Hall of the Winter Palace in the Potala Palace, which was later expanded. However, I heard people say that he seemed to have left LS. Escaped."

Zhao Chuanxin joked: "He has already run away, but you still stay and resist. You are very brave."

Jambadanda prostrated and grabbed the ground with his head. He said: "You are Mima Praba. Ever since I learned about your strength and bravery, I wanted to leave. But I received news from the Potala Palace. In the end, it was too late. This place was arranged by Pu Ben Dai Long and had nothing to do with me."

"Where's Pubendailong?"

"He is dead, he died by your gun."

"hehe……"

When Jambadanda heard this laughter, he felt creepy.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and placed the sole of his foot on the back of Qiangbadanda's head. He looked up at the crowd and said, "I want you to tell the herdsmen on the grasslands and plateaus and all of you living Buddhas. As long as I, Zhao Chuanxin, are still alive, One day, you must not betray. Otherwise, I will make this land no longer a herdsman or Buddha with a traitorous bloodline. I will slaughter all your descendants and leave this place full of dead bones!"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked Qiangbadanda into the air: "Go back to the Potala Palace and take my message with you."

"Yes, yes..."

Jambadanda knelt down again and kowtowed several times before getting up and leaving.

Full of servility.

The remaining people were ordered by Zhao Chuanxin to deal with the corpses everywhere.

When the corpses were gathered, a herdsman told Zhao Chuanxin: "Just put it here. The meat will be given to vultures and wolves, so that the soul will leave the body..."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Ah...tui!"

He took out buckets of gasoline and said, "Pour it on."

These people had no choice but to comply.

After they finished watering, Zhao Chuanxin asked them to pile up hay and firewood.

Approaching the pile of corpses, Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand.

Under the awe-inspiring eyes of everyone, a "hurrah" sound was heard, and the fire started to burn fiercely.

Zhao Chuanxin went upwind, watched quietly for a while, and then took out his camera to take pictures.

Even if gasoline is poured on it, it will not be completely burned and will be completely charred.

Zhao Chuanxin summoned the herdsmen and asked them: "Do you know a woman named Lobsang Dolma?"

A group of herdsmen looked at each other, and then found more than ten people named Dolma from the crowd.

Zhao Chuanxin put his fingers into the brim of his hat and scratched his head: "Sheep-raising Lobsang Dolma."

Two were eliminated from more than ten Dolma.

"Lobsang Dolma, who raised many sheep before, became famous nearby."

This time, everyone stepped back.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even know how to describe it.

He finally said: "At the beginning, Lobsang Dolma had a little man who was a foreign devil. Lobsang Dolma called him Namja Barwa. Namja Barwa helped Lobsang Dolma gather a lot of wealth..."

This time, a man stood out from the crowd. After stroking his chest and saluting, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: "I know who you are talking about. Her wealth was taken away by Lama Lobsang Chuchen. Later, she was taken away by a Jikhampa The nobleman was sold to another nobleman named Ramba. Because Jikamba wanted to lead an army, he borrowed military salary from Ramba, but Jikamba had no money to pay back to Ramba, so he had to pay the debt with his subjects. "

Zhao Chuanxin was speechless.

He asked: "Where is Naji Kamba?"

The herdsman pointed to the pile of unburned corpses: "There."

"Where is Ramba?"

"The noble Ramba is in the Ludo Manor belonging to the Drepung Monastery in LS."

Zhao Chuanxin took out his mobile phone and called Benjamin Goldberg: "Your woman has now become someone else's serf. Do you still want her?"

Now that he has become a serf and still has some good looks, his fate is already clear.

Benjamin emphasized: "Master, I have said it many times, she is not my woman, she is my friend."

"Okay, Namjagbarwa. Do you want me to take Lobsang Dolma back to you?"

"..." Benjamin Goldberg gritted his teeth: "Gangfan promised to keep it a secret for me, this bitch!"

Zhao Chuanxin already knew his name Namjagbarwa, so he naturally knew everything.

Benjamin Goldberg thought for a while, sighed and said, "Master, if possible, please help me bring her back."

Zhao Chuanxin hung up the phone and told the herdsmen: "If Han troops come, don't panic, let them wait here for my return."

Immediately he took out the fourth generation dragon, sprinted for a distance and then took off, crossing the Nu River and heading straight for the LS.

The herdsmen watched in awe as the four generations of wandering dragons took off into the sky, and some even knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

The straight-line distance is about 600 kilometers.

Zhao Chuanxin traveled over the mountains and ridges, hoping to find something over this mysterious land.

But he saw nothing.

When he arrived at LS, he randomly found a noble and broke into their stables.

The noble's guard stepped forward to stop him. Zhao Chuanxin took out the Skull Crusher and hammered it down twice. The guard's arms drooped unnaturally, showing his composure.

The noble pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "You will pay the price for this..."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his hand and said: "I'll pay you the price of spicy next door."

Click.

The noble's head collapsed and he fell to the ground dead.

Zhao Chuanxin is not an unreasonable person.

However, the miserable situation of the Tibetan people at this time cannot be described in words.

Brother Shuren often says that the people are numb, because he has never been to Tibet.

The serfs that Zhao Chuanxin could see had faces as skinned as tree bark, skinny bones, ragged clothes, and no color of life in their eyes. They could no longer be described as numb.

On the contrary, the nobles wear gold and silver, and even a few taels of gold can be pulled out from the long string of rosary beads...

"Rebels" like Bai Lang who like to rob big families should be allowed into Tibet.

Zhao Chuanxin rode a horse and walked forward.

Not long after, eight cavalrymen caught up from behind. They were armed with knives and cannons, trying to intercept Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the horse's head and took out a single-action Colt M1873 classic revolver, with the trigger in his right hand and the hammer in his left hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

Those with cannons were the first to fall.

Zhao Chuanxin first patted the horse's head to calm its restlessness, then cocked the hammer, turned the wheel with his thumb and index finger to eject the case and load the ammunition, all in an orderly manner.

The remaining two knights were holding their sabers and were holding back.

Then, they seemed to find that Zhao Chuanxin had run out of bullets, and rode forward again.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes, and checked the bolt after loading the bullets.

At this time, the two men had already rushed to the front, holding the knife with a ferocious look.

Bang bang.

The two men didn't even see Zhao Chuanxin raise his hand, and the shooting was completed.

The two men fell off their horses.

Their horses automatically bypassed Zhao Chuanxin and rushed to both sides.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and loaded two more bullets, turned his horse's head and continued to walk.

From time to time, he took out the camera to shoot.

The gunshot just now spread far away, and the local people gathered around, and Zhao Chuanxin happened to be able to take pictures of their faces and expressions.

His camera is different. The optical viewfinder and shutter structure are the same as those of ordinary cameras, but it is no longer purely mechanical. It has a blue crystal converter, a micro motor, and an electronic flash system. The zoom lens is particularly powerful, the aperture is more precise, the photosensitive element is specially made, and the film is all imported from the Rune City...

The horse's hooves clattered and slowly moved forward.

Above the adobe house, the ambushed gunman was waiting for an opportunity.

Just waiting for Zhao Chuanxin to approach, he was going to shoot him on horseback.

But Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out the Abyss M1913 and fired at the roof.

Chirp chirp chirp chirp...

The dirt on the sloping roof of the adobe house was splashed, and the ambushed gunman slowly slid down with a trail of blood.

All around, mothers hugged their children tightly, men were on guard, and the elderly huddled in the house. No one cared...

Zhao Chuanxin was full of flaws, but he killed and photographed all the way without any injury.

Until the Potala Palace...