The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After sending out the radio, Zhao Chuanxin climbed up to the forecastle, lay down next to the radio signal tower, lit a cigarette, and puffed away with his legs crossed.

The correspondent did not dare to leave because Zhao Chuanxin did not allow it.

He still had to stay put and wait for the news to come back.

After a while, he came out of the communications room, raised his head and shouted: "Mr. Zhao, Washington said there is an emergency meeting, and asked you to wait and stop causing damage."

Zhao Chuanxin was noncommittal.

Without waiting for Dao Zhao Chuanxin's reply for a long time, the correspondent went back dejectedly.

But not everyone is convinced.

1st Squadron, 1st Squadron Commander Rear Admiral Robley D. Evans privately contacted the remaining battleships and destroyers.

Robley D. Evans said: "I just observed his fighting, and he is indeed very strong. He can fly on the sea, can drill ships, and has countless ammunition. The most outrageous thing is that he can also dodge bullets? But, you guys I found no, it's just because we are not used to his fighting style. No one can fight at close range like him, like a wild beast, and we were caught off guard. There are many of us, and as long as we are brave enough, we may not be able to defeat him. Kill on the spot!"

Joseph Wilson disagreed, replying on behalf of the Minnesota: Rear Admiral, I don't think so. We've lost enough soldiers, it's Parliament's fault. Zhao Chuanxin no longer kills people, so it’s best that we don’t continue to anger him.

Robley D. Evans was furious: Captain Wilson, you must remember that although we are not the army, fighting is still the duty of our soldiers, and the same is true for protecting our country. Zhao Chuanxin has brought enough hardships to the United States, enough to justify us killing him several times. Also, I heard that Zhao Chuanxin sent you a separate telegram and mentioned your family? Do you know him?

Joseph Wilson just meant well.

But good intentions are misunderstood.

What made him most distressed was that it was leaked that Zhao Chuanxin sent him a radio alone.

In other words, his subordinates have begun to distrust him.

So, he stopped talking.

Robley D. Evans said: All ships and destroyers, close to the Bainbridge. We, tens of thousands of soldiers in total, rushed up together to surround him and attack him. Even if he had three heads and six arms, he would not be able to kill us all if he was exhausted! Captain Wilson, you must also attack with the soldiers!

Joseph Wilson never expected to get burned.

His face turned pale.

He had seen Zhao Chuanxin's performance just now: he was as fast as wind, as aggressive as fire, and as unpredictable as darkness.

That guy wasn't afraid of death. If someone fired within ten meters, he wouldn't even dodge, as if he knew the other party couldn't hit him.

Joseph Wilson had never seen anyone jump four or five meters high.

It is said that Siberian tigers can jump up to two meters.

This guy is scarier than a tiger.

Zhao Chuanxin was lying on the roof of the forecastle, dismantling the Goldberg M1907, trying to find out the problem.

The air tube was fine, the bolt carrier was fine, it turned out to be the extractor.

The extractor can lock the edge of the cartridge case, pull the cartridge case backward, collide with the ejection rod during the retreat, and then eject the cartridge case from the gun body.

The air guide tube leads to overheating, which may cause the extractor to get stuck during thermal expansion and contraction.

The more sophisticated and advanced the weapon, the more likely such failures will occur.

The groove of the extractor will rotate. Zhao Chuanxin studied it, took out the elf carving knife, took out the steel again, made a deeper groove, and put it back.

Tried it and it seems to work.

Whether it can solve the problem still needs to be tested in practice.

He began to load the magazine again, hearing the rumble of the ship and the whine of steam.

He tilted his head slightly and saw several Great White battleships pulling anchor and slowly approaching, as well as destroyers known as "Sea Light Cavalry", heading here faster.

In addition, there are countless small boats floating on the sea, full of armed personnel.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

What is this for?

Bombard the destroyer?

But it doesn’t look like it?

When Zhao Chuanxin got close to a certain distance, he saw that they were thinking of ways to transport soldiers to the destroyer, and he suddenly realized.

These guys think they can't kill them if there are too many people, so they want to use the crowd tactic.

He took out the ecstasy lamp, held it in his hand, and recited a spell.

Above the sea, the most indispensable thing is water vapor.

Zhao Chuanxin held up the enchanted lamp and pointed it, and the mist spread everywhere.

The soldiers who were boarding the ship were stunned.

"Why did it suddenly fog up?"

In just a moment, the fog completely enveloped the destroyer USS Bainbridge, and the visibility was no more than three meters.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: Damn it, let's see how you fight?

Fog of this concentration is really rare. If you shoot rashly, the probability of accidentally injuring your own people is very high.

The fog was so thick that soldiers lost their way when boarding the ship. People's weapons were lost and they could not be found. From time to time, the face of a comrade suddenly appeared in the rolling fog, which was startling.

To see the road, you need to touch, to communicate, you need to yell, and your nose will feel wet when you breathe.

Some people are thinking, this kind of thick fog, if you move your hands and feet casually, it will be like leaving traces on the snow; if there is any disturbance, it will be like shouting in the cave.

"Everyone be careful. If Zhao Chuanxin comes here through the fog, no one will know."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Isn't that right? They all come closer to me and are obedient."

"Who are you?"

"I am Zhao Chuanxin."

"Farke!"

In the thick fog, there were bursts of exclamations.

boom!

Suddenly there was a gunshot.

In the armies of past dynasties, there is a word called Ying Xiao.

Camp howling usually occurs at night.

When the pressure on the soldiers is high, a slight disturbance may cause a huge brawl involving tens of thousands of people.

Although the naval soldiers were not sleeping at this time, the pressure was the same.

The thick fog also makes people feel like they are falling into a dream.

Hearing Zhao Chuanxin's voice and the sound of a gunshot, everyone was furious.

Everyone took out their weapons and stood on guard, just a hair away from shooting blindly.

The ecstasy lamp is very magical. It seems to be able to reverse the light refracted by the fog. No one else can see, except Zhao Chuanxin.

He saw that everyone looked like they were about to collapse.

After thinking for a while, he pointed his gun at two soldiers who were very close to each other and shot one of them.

boom!

The man fell down in response.

When the man next to him saw his companion fall, he let out a cry, raised his gun and started shooting.

Then there was a volley of gunfire.

Bang, bang, bang...

Good guy, Zhao Chuanxin must find a bunker to hide, otherwise he will be easily hit by random gunfire.

The gunfire was chaotic, mixed with screams from time to time, and the screams stimulated people's nerves, and they shot blindly...

This forms a closed loop.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look, waved the ecstasy lamp, and a mist enveloped the battleships and destroyers next to him.

The fog spread with fear, and wherever it went, gunfire rang out.

Zhao Chuanxin can control the fog, but not the sea breeze.

Suddenly, the sea breeze blew, and the heavy fog was irresistibly dispersed.

While the sea breeze took away the thick fog, it also brought a tragic scene to everyone.

The deck was littered with the bodies of our own people. Many of them were shot in the back. Looking at the radial trajectory, this was definitely not a shot fired by one person. The only remaining possibility was that it was a shot fired by a companion.

Some of the injured were holding their wounds and wailing. After the fog cleared, they naturally saw that the shooter was their comrade, and they immediately cursed.

There are also radical people who directly raise their guns and shoot at their former colleagues.

Another small-scale chaos.

Joseph Wilson was lucky. He lay on the ground, close to the side of the ship, without firing a single shot, so no one could hear his location and find him.

But when the fog dissipated, he saw a man standing next to him.

This man was wearing a skull mask, holding a cigar in his mouth, and a beautiful pistol in his hand, which was pressed against his head.

Joseph Wilson naturally knew who this was, and he stammered: "Mr. Zhao, I am the Joseph Wilson you sent the radio to. Don't kill me."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

He only knew his name, but had never seen him.

Just as he was about to speak, a navy soldier suddenly rushed out of the diagonal stab and stabbed Zhao Chuanxin with a Springfield M1903 with a bayonet.

Zhao Chuanxin's Lugang M1907 disappeared immediately, and he had a Goldberg M1907 in his hand, holding the bayonet horizontally.

The incident happened so suddenly that he had no time to react.

Holding the opponent's bayonet, Zhao Chuanxin pushed the opponent's bayonet up with great force, turned 180 degrees, flexibly moved around behind the person, and raised the muzzle of the gun.

Chuchuchu!

Three shots.

The man fell directly into a pool of blood.

The hot blood splashed across Joseph Wilson's face, and he couldn't help but shudder.

The sound of Zhao Chuanxin's gunshot was so strange that no soldier of this era had ever heard it.

Therefore, once the shot is fired, he knows that Zhao Chuanxin is here.

Some soldiers who were still rational vented their anger at being fooled by the thick fog on Zhao Chuanxin: "He is here, let's charge together!"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and slid sideways close to the armor plate.

Chug tug tug.

The two fell to the ground.

Turn the muzzle, chug chug.

Joseph Wilson finally saw the horror of Zhao Chuanxin up close.

Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head slightly, and the armor plate behind his head splashed with sparks.

Obviously, the moment the opponent aimed at his head, Zhao Chuanxin had already turned his head to avoid it.

This is simply outrageous.

He even found that Zhao Chuanxin was still holding a cigar in his mouth, took a puff, and shot three times with his backhand.

Chug tug tug.

The person who fired the gun will be blamed.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed forward calmly, the gunshot would kill someone.

After his improvement, the Goldberg M1907 was no longer affected by heat.

Someone came from above, ready to jump down and knock Zhao Chuanxin down.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin was very sensitive. He quickly looked up, took a step forward, and when the man was about to land, he kicked back.

The man was like a cannonball, flying backwards with a whoosh, hitting the signal tower pillar and spitting out blood.

Joseph Wilson was stunned. He had never heard of such a fighting method.

After emptying two magazines, Zhao Chuanxin basically completed the test. He found that the modified Goldberg M1907 would no longer overheat and jam, so he put it away.

He saw no fewer than dozens of soldiers from all directions, and they were attacking with bayonets attached.

The rifles of this era had a low rate of fire, and once they got close, the bayonet was easier to use than the gun.

So he took out the Redemption Scepter, pulled out the Elf Carving Knife, and let the smart gyroscope carry the Elf Carving Knife and fly out.

Zhao Chuanxin first took the God of War M1907 and loaded it by the cocking handle. With a wave of his left hand, the seven soldiers rushing towards him were split into two.

Joseph Wilson's blood ran cold.

This looks like magic!

Chug tug tug...

Zhao Chuanxin fired with his right hand and commanded the smart gyroscope with his left hand to catch fish that slipped through the net.

In less than thirty seconds, Joseph Wilson roughly estimated that no less than fifty people died.

He couldn't help but think of Zhao Chuanxin's nickname in the East - God of War.

Fortunately, Robley D. Evans still wanted to use the human wave tactic, trying to kill Zhao Chuanxin with human lives.