The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

He deliberately took a detour and did not take the usual route.

Logically speaking, the Japanese army should not have touched it.

The people around him were awakened one after another, with worried and stiff expressions on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded to Park Shengyeol and shouted: "Everyone is up."

Xinzhi leaned on the horns of the main hall and dozed off with his hands on his knees, but he was also awakened.

He was covered with a thin blanket that Lan Tian had given him before.

He stared blankly at this group of uninvited guests, who were dressing neatly and arranging their firearms in silence.

Only then was he horrified: Could it be that they wanted to kill the monks in the temple?

But why?

He saw Zhao Chuanxin leading the way out of the Qinglong Hall and disappearing into the rain curtain outside the hall.

Then he breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that he didn't want to kill these monks.

But he still didn't dare to leave.

Zhao Chuanxin left the Qinglong Palace cursing: "Fuck you little devil, I just dreamed of playing black with others, and they woke me up just after we started laning. I have to push their crystal today..."

The Ares team members at the door stretched their necks and looked down the mountain.

Zhao Chuanxin followed his line of sight and saw a long dragon composed of horse lanterns at the foot of the mountain, flickering on and off, swaying towards the mountain.

It was so dark that they could not march without lighting equipment, so there was no need to think about keeping secrets.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and said, "Come down, we'll be in ambush in the woods on both sides of the road. Don't hold the light, we'll hit you face to face this time."

A group of people were groping awkwardly in the darkness. Zhao Chuanxin took the lead and followed closely behind him.

Although he often indulges in greedy people and wanders around the place, even though he has a serious hedonistic style. But when he was fighting, he took the lead, which made everyone have to admire him.

If something happens, you really dare to do it.

On the way here, Zhao Chuanxin had already calculated the possible emergencies and studied the ambush points that needed to be set up.

At this point it's just a matter of following the plan, no big deal.

The ambush point was in the woods on both sides of the tobacco trail leading up the mountain.

When they were about to arrive, Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand, and behind him, Park Seung-yeol quickly stopped the team.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his chin: "Go into the woods on the left. When the cannon fires, you will shoot. If you can't see it, just shoot towards the road."

Park Seung Yeol smiled knowingly.

Mr. Zhao is causing trouble again.

The feeling of being woken up at night is extremely uncomfortable. For people who are addicted to dreams, the gap between being forced to accept reality by pressing their heads is annoying.

The shadows of the trees through the devil's crystal glasses overlapped with the night, and the darkness became gray. Shadows passed through the jungle from time to time, and it was unknown how many small animals foraging for food at night were hidden.

Zhao Chuanxin has no fear of ghosts and gods. Apart from still having some fear of the deep sea, he really has nothing to fear.

Taking out the field artillery and setting up a posture, Zhao Chuanxin didn't wait long before his prey came to the door.

As soon as the Japanese infantry squadron arrived at the designated location, Zhao Chuanxin opened fire directly.

boom……

boom……

Two artillery pieces opened fire one after another. Even though the Japanese army stretched their front, they were also bombarded to death.

The Japanese soldiers who came here were actually exhausted. They heard that there was a temple on the mountain, and they just wanted to rest in the temple for one night.

After searching for half a night, they didn't see any sign of the enemy. They were not ready for battle at all.

After two cannon shots, there was a continuous "bang bang" of gunfire in the woods to their right, and another group of people fell.

The Japanese infantry squadron was stunned and lost its position for a while.

But something Zhao Chuanxian didn't expect happened.

Not far from the rear of the Japanese infantry squadron, a huge fire flashed, which was artillery fire.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids twitched and he didn't know where to hide.

Fortunately, not every artilleryman has his accuracy.

In addition, the Japanese army uses the Type 31 mountain gun. Strictly speaking, the shells fired by this gun are equivalent to howitzers.

Since it is a howitzer, what is needed is the fire coverage effect, not the ejaculation effect.

This shot missed without any surprise.

In addition, the Type 31 mountain gun is a retractable gun, unlike the Krupp 75 field gun used by Zhao Chuanxin, which has precise reset capabilities.

There is a drum inside the gun wheel, and a spring barrel is installed behind the gun mount. Before launching, one end of the steel cable should be fixed to the drum, and the other side should be connected to the spring barrel. After the launch, the inertia will wrap the steel cable around the drum. After the inertia disappears, the spring barrel will reset.

This clumsy reset method naturally cannot guarantee accuracy and requires manual calibration by the artilleryman. This resulted in their guns not being as fast as Zhao Chuanxin's field guns.

Zhao Chuanxin immediately adjusted the muzzle of the field gun.

He does not have mountain cannon, and field artillery is not very effective whether it is fired from above or from a high position.

He tried to fire a shot, and the shell exploded far behind the Japanese artillery position.

After thinking about it roughly, Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was impossible to hit it. If the shooting angle is too low, it will cause premature explosion. If the shooting angle is too high, the cannonball will not know where to fly.

He simply put away the two cannons.

Because their own people were beaten in front, the Japanese artillery did not fire at the woods where Park Seung-yeol and the others were hiding.

This kind of indiscriminate bombardment will kill even their own people.

Thousands of mountain cannon shells were lined up on the top of the mountain, and the nearest shell was only more than thirty meters away from Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin broke out in a cold sweat. He was afraid of being hit by the Japanese mountain artillery, so he started running along the road down the mountain.

Rather than being bombarded, it would be better to have a higher survival rate in a melee with the Japanese infantry.

This was the first time that Zhao Chuanxin felt that his hands were tied in a war.

As a god of war, when he was caught in the fire, his composition was a bit watery.

The Japanese infantry squadron was caught off guard. Before they could react, the Ares team had already fired the second round.

The sporadic counterattacks by the survivors of the Japanese infantry squadron seemed pale and feeble.

Just as they were preparing to counterattack, the sound of heavy machine gun fire echoed in the valley on the mountain path.

The survivors of the Japanese infantry squadron were shocked to find out that there was an ambush ahead.

In war, the most terrifying thing is being attacked from two sides.

Fortunately, it was a pincer attack at a ninety-degree angle, leaving them with a way out.

Regardless of the casualties of their companions, they quickly retreated towards the artillery behind them.

It was inconvenient for Park Seung-yeol and the others to pursue in the woods, so they had to wait for Zhao Chuanxin's follow-up order.

Zhao Chuanxin was afraid that after the Japanese infantry distanced themselves, the artillery would concentrate fire in the woods, so he hurried over and shouted: "Come out and chase them!"

Li Xiuji emerged from the forest with his head against the leaves, wiped the rain from his face and asked, "We are still chasing them. I estimate that they have at least two squadrons and artillery, so the chance of winning is not good."

After all, he had experienced the war, and this time he was relatively calm, and he could more or less see the battlefield situation clearly.

However, this knowledge is not enough.

Park Seung-yeol explained to him: "If we retreat at this time and distance ourselves from their infantry, the artillery will be able to cover it with unscrupulous and indiscriminate firepower, and we will have no place to escape. So we must pursue!"

Zhao Chuanxin saw that everyone's expressions were serious, and he felt that "it looks like he is going to die" feeling of determination.

Occasionally despair can make people unleash their potential; if they are always desperate, people will be broken and broken.

Zhao Chuanxin cannot tolerate their bad habits.

He suddenly showed his trademark smile.

When everyone saw his smile, they felt inexplicably relieved for some reason.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "You pursue, don't keep distance. I will go behind and cover."

The word "outflank" is really wonderful.

Park Shengyeol's face lit up after hearing this.

Zhao Chuanxin has proven several times that he can really outflank a group of people by himself.

After saying that, amidst the exclamations of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin jumped down the steep hillside next to him.

Li Xiuji hurriedly stretched his head to look, only to see a group of black shadows in the darkness, erratic from time to time.

"Mr. Zhao is really a strange person of his generation."

"Yes, I have researched it. Mr. Zhao is very magical. After he was born, he became invincible. If it hadn't been for him, we would have been scattered long ago."

Zhao Chuanxin hung on the treetop.

After activating the blue ghost armor and landing on the ground, he ran and climbed towards the Japanese artillery position.

After all, it was late at night and his eyesight was limited. The backs of his hands, arms, and body were pricked by thorns from time to time, and the small wounds were itched by the rain.

He had never suffered this crime before, and he was complaining endlessly.

He often criticizes others for being both responsible and upright, but in fact he is the most serious one.

But Lao Zhao doesn't care, he is just a layman. Most people in the world like to use extremely high moral standards to restrain others, don't they?

While they were fighting hard in the rainy night, Uehara Yusaku came to the temporary residence of his son-in-law Obayashi Yoshio in Jemulpo, where he planned to take shelter from the rain and rest.

As soon as the result arrived, I suddenly heard the bad news.

Obayashi Yoshio was killed by Zhao Chuanxin on the spot by stabbing him in the forehead with a sharp blade, and his property was confiscated.

Yusaku Uehara looked into the hall and saw that Yoshio Obayashi's body was still cold and he stood there blankly.

He didn't cry, but murmured to himself: "How should I explain this to my daughter when I go back?"

He pulled over a condolence merchant and asked, "Tell me what happened."

The flag merchant knew the identity of Yusaku Uehara and told him everything, but he unconsciously concealed some content that was not good for him.

Finally, he said: "That's it, Dalin-san can be considered dead for our Japanese Empire."

In fact, these words are somewhat filled with resentment.

He wanted to say: Obayashi Yoshio died because of you.

But he didn't dare.

Yusaku Uehara said angrily: "Zhao Chuanxin, you and I are at odds with each other."

He is stubborn, but he doesn't think it's his fault.

If there was a mistake, it could only be Zhao Chuanxin's fault.

The flag merchant lowered his head, a trace of disdain flashing in his eyes.

What's the use of jumping and screaming here?

Yusaku Uehara suddenly said to the flag dealer: "Inform all flag dealers and pay attention to the whereabouts of the God of War team. If there is any news, report it immediately."

The flag merchant promised: "Ha Yi."

Turn around and forget about it.

However, his expression changed unnaturally, and Yusaku Uehara caught a glimpse of it.

After the flag merchants left, he said to his adjutant: "These flag merchants are no longer trustworthy. They are all scared out of their wits by Zhao Chuanxin."

The adjutant didn't notice anything. He thought for a moment and said, "How about I go beat them?"

Yusaku Uehara was a little angry at the flag merchant's cowardice.

He felt that these flag merchants should do their part to serve the empire and should not have any complaints.

So he nodded: "Tell them clearly your interests and dangers, and identify your enemies and friends."

However, the adjutant misunderstood Yusaku Uehara's words.

Businessmen value profits, and the adjutant feels that in order for these cunning things to see the reality clearly, they must feel physical pain.

So he took people to several shops, asked for a pass, and said harsh words: "You are protected by the imperial army, and you should be loyal to the emperor and Commander Hasegawa. Otherwise, you will lose everything."

After he left, the flag merchants gathered together and murmured: "There is really no way to survive. Now even the imperial army has begun to plunder our wealth."

"Yes, Zhao Chuanxin still listened to that idiot Ozawa Woodcutter's identification, but they came to rob indiscriminately. I am loyal to the empire, even if I was threatened by Zhao Chuanxin, I did not reveal half of it. A word."

"Why don't we sneak towards..."

"Shut up, this is not what you should say."

"Yes, yes... But aren't you curious, who will win between Uehara Yusaku and Zhao Chuanxin? I heard that the total number of God of War team is at least two to three thousand. People all over Korea are watching. If Zhao Chuanxin wins I'm afraid Ito Hirobumi will have a headache."

"Zhao Chuanxin seems to have never lost..."

When the adjutant went out, he saw a Japanese soldier running and crawling.

"What happened? You're in a panic."

"Report, we encountered the God of War squad in Guluji Ridge, and the infantry squadron was ambushed..."

I, Cao...the adjutant was shocked that he was tricked by Isamu Uehara.

He thought again of the vague figure in the lightning.

I was shocked and hurried to report to Uehara Yong.

Yusaku Uehara, who was just about to go to bed, heard that he had encountered Zhao Chuanxin and his God of War team. He immediately got up from the bed and said while getting dressed: "Send two more squadrons to support. The number of people in the God of War team should be only Hundreds of people, we must outflank them this time. Before dawn, I want to hear the good news about capturing Zhao Chuanxin."

…

Fighting at night was particularly lively.

The two sides found bunkers and fired at each other. At this time, no tracer bullets appeared, and only long gun flames could be seen from the muzzles of the guns on both sides.

But without the support of artillery fire, the casualties were not huge.

Zhao Chuanxin had already arrived next to the Japanese artillery position. The terrain he was on was slightly lower at this time, and it was not suitable to use heavy machine guns or field artillery on the spot.

Look at the battlefield where the Japanese infantry squadron and the Ares squad fight. With fewer enemies and more enemies, the casualties will be heavy if the delay lasts for a long time.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth and had a bold idea in his mind.

He put on the Fortitude Armor, put on the mask, and didn't lack anything like arm guards.

He took advantage of the darkness and the sound of rain to quietly crawl outside the Japanese artillery position, then stood up and walked into the artillery position in a big way.

After all, there are mules and horses here, and there are many lanterns. The appearance of Zhao Chuanxin immediately attracted attention.

There was an artilleryman with a rough woven wicker hat on his head, and he smoked with a wide smoke pipe to barely block the rain.

When he saw Zhao Chuanxin, he stood up with a cigarette in his mouth and muttered something in Japanese.

Probably asking who Zhao Chuanxian is.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pile of sand from the secret realm and used his mud trowel gloves to build a wall.

The artilleryman looked at it for a while.

boom!

Zhao Chuanxin shot him directly, hitting him between the eyebrows.

This was his bold idea. This time, he had no time to outflank the artillery positions.

The sound of gunfire attracted the attention of the other Japanese troops, who all shouted: "Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

Zhao Chuanxin buried himself with a fan-shaped stone wall and made a hole wherever he wanted to shoot.

An artilleryman shouted: "Be careful at the bottom of the mountain, be careful at the bottom of the mountain."

He believed that Zhao Chuanxin was just one of the enemies outflanking him.

Basically every artilleryman thinks so.

So they set aside their firepower to guard against unknown enemies.

However, they never expected that Zhao Chuanxin was not one of them, but the only one.

There was no plan. Zhao Chuanxin was in the stone wall bunker, shooting at will with a Madsen machine gun.

Looking here from a distance, you will be surprised to see an arc where sparks burst out. Countless bullets hit the stone wall, and all the sparks formed a dazzling "golden bell".

A bullet flew in through the small opening of the bunker and hit Zhao Chuanxin in the lower ribs of his chest.

His body shook slightly and he continued to shoot.

Stretch out your left hand and let the sand accumulated on the ground fill in from the inside to make up for the thickness of the fortress.

He was worried that the stone wall would be breached.

After this reckless move, the artillery squadron was defeated by him alone and was beaten back steadily.

The mules and horses pulling the cannon were frightened, turned around and dragged the cannon down the mountain.

The horse's night vision was average, and the road was slippery, so one horse, including its horse and cannon, fell down the mountain.

People were on their backs and the scene was in chaos.

Suddenly, a Japanese artilleryman hiding behind a tree took off a small can bottle from his waist.

There was a long fuse on the can, and when he lit it, the fuse burned quickly.

There is a rope tied to the mouth of the can bottle.

He swung the rope around twice, and the cans and bottles came out.

Zhao Chuanxin was shooting when he suddenly noticed something falling above his head.

After seeing the burning fuse, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

"I am Cao!"

Zhao Chuanxin's hair stood on end instantly.

Desire for survival made him instinctively kick the can on the bottle. The can rolled in the air, fell down the mountain, and exploded in mid-air.

The power was not great, but Zhao Chuanxin was shocked and broke into a cold sweat.

During the Russo-Japanese War, Tsarist Russia was the first country to start using hand grenades. Japan has suffered losses in this regard and has also begun to research grenades, but so far there has been little progress.

Just some veterans of the Russo-Japanese War who occasionally made crude grenades with the tools at hand.

Zhao Chuanxin had never encountered it before. This time he was careless and forgot to dodge.

Thanks to the crudely made grenade fuse, which was too long, it gave him plenty of time to react.

He was angry.

Using mud trowel gloves, he pushed the fortress forward, already holding the third Madson in his hand.

Regardless of whether it was jammed or the ammunition was out, he would directly change the gun and shoot, ensuring that the firepower would not be interrupted.

Because he was holding the gun with one hand, the recoil of the Madsen machine gun made his arm numb.

The artillerymen of a squadron were unable to do anything to him.

These artillerymen also discovered that there was actually only one enemy here.

Dare to rely on their own strength to fight against a squadron of ruthless people, a name immediately appeared in their minds.

"He is Zhao Chuanxin..."

This roar had the opposite effect.

When some Japanese soldiers heard that the man in front of them was Zhao Chuanxin, they immediately turned around and retreated.

There were also those who were not afraid of death and roared: "If there are more of us, rush up and block the bullet holes in the bunker."

There were really more than ten people who rushed up obediently.

For the purpose of defense, Zhao Chuanxin made the opening of the bunker very small and the shooting range was not wide. He actually asked a few people to close the distance from the side.

A Japanese soldier rushed over, blocked the hole of the gun, and was immediately beaten into a mosaic.