The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin cannot really cover the sky with one hand.

With more than 10,000 people alone, he would be exhausted in a round-the-clock battle, and his ammunition depot was not enough to support a battle of this scale.

He took a puff of cigarette: "Okay, but..."

He came behind the kneeling Robley D. Evans, grabbed his head with both hands, and pressed his knees against his back.

Robley D. Evans was so frightened that his limbs were stiff, and he begged for mercy: "What are you going to do? I've done what you said, what else do you want..."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the adjutant below and his cheeks suddenly bulged: "Be careful not to show off too much in the next life."

The adjutant had a bad feeling in his heart: "Don't..."

Click...

late.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked off, and the body of Robley D. Evans rolled down the stairs.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "If Da Luo wants to ask for something, he must pay another price. The life of the supreme commander of the Great White Fleet is the price!"

After saying that, he waved and the paper plane flew back.

Zhao Chuanxin ran two steps quickly and jumped into the air.

Everyone rushed towards the side of the ship and saw Zhao Chuanxin galloping on the sea at an astonishing speed. In four seconds, Zhao Chuanxin had already galloped nearly 200 meters away.

Maybe the fastest car in a century will only be able to accelerate to 100 meters.

It was too late for them to attack.

When we arrived at the port, Zhao Chuanxian's cigar was still not extinguished.

He put on the skull mask again and went straight to the port without taking any detours.

At this time, the crowd of people eating melons expanded several times, with a mixture of good and bad people, including scholars, farmers, businessmen, and journalists.

I couldn’t stop snapping photos.

In the crowd, Fritz Heinze looked at Zhao Chuanxin, who was killing everyone, but had to come back in full force, and felt that he could not be more of a man.

No matter whether it’s Chinese or foreign, who doesn’t have a little bit of rebelliousness or dreams of being a hero?

The navy soldiers and policemen on the shore looked at the wet Zhao Chuanxin as if they were facing an enemy.

But they dare not use weapons for fear of death.

When Zhao Chuanxin took a step forward, they took a step back.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the sailor who had been bragging before: "Are you still awesome?"

The sailor hesitated to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin smiled, took out a wad of money, and shouted to the crowd: "There is a man among you, he is a Chinese, his name is Kang Youwei. He is about 50 years old, with yin and yang hair and long braids. There are two sparse rat whiskers. Whoever catches him, the money will belong to him. I, Zhao Chuanxin, follow my words. If you hold this money, no one will dare to steal it. "

When everyone looked at the amount of money, they saw, good guys, they were all large 20-dollar bills, a pile of colorful things, at least hundreds of dollars.

Buy a Ford for less than three hundred dollars.

It's hard not to be tempted.

Kang Youwei's expression changed drastically as he was mixed in the crowd.

For the first time, several eyes around him stared at him at the same time.

Kang Youwei wanted to run, but it was too late.

A thick white man grabbed him and shouted, "Mr. Zhao, come and see if this man is Kang Youwei?"

Not only him, but also many people grabbed the Chinese in the crowd. At this time, the Chinese abroad all had yin and yang hair.

As for the reason, it is not clear. Some people think that sooner or later the leaves will fall and return to their roots, and the law of the Qing Dynasty is to shave their heads if they are not shaved, so they dare not keep them.

Some people may have been kneeling since they were born. They are used to kneeling, and if they change rashly, they feel that they are sorry for their ancestors.

Although this hairstyle will be looked down upon and discriminated against abroad, it is still stubbornly worn.

"here!"

"He must be Kang Youwei."

"This money belongs to me!"

The crowd gradually dispersed, revealing "Kang Youwei" one by one.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the first one and couldn't help but curse: "I said I was fifty years old, but this guy is still a fucking child."

He helped the child get rid of his restraints and warned: "Grow your hair out from now on. If he sees you growing a masculine haircut, he will cut you off!"

Your child backed away timidly, not daring to answer.

The second one still isn't.

The third, the fourth...

Zhao Chuanxin looked all the way and there were Japanese people.

The Japanese man with the middle parted hair said in Japanese: "Mr. Zhao, I have admired you for a long time, but I am not Kang Youwei."

Zhao Chuanxin knew some Japanese. He said to the white man who caught the Japanese: "You are blind. This man is uglier than Kang Youwei. How could he be Kang Youwei? This is a despicable and ugly race. Please pay attention next time." .”

Japanese:"……"

Zhen Kang Youwei was caught in the crowd: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned his eyes and finally saw the real Kang Youwei.

Kang Youwei's face was red and white.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "It's true that we meet each other everywhere in life."

Kang Youwei's knees were a little weak and he wanted to kneel down.

Zhao Chuanxin handed a wad of money to the white man who caught Kang Youwei: "It's yours. Someone dares to tell me my name."

The white man was overjoyed.

"Thank you Mr. Zhao."

Kang Youwei's eyes were wandering. When he saw He Zhan, his little wife, he took a deep breath and puffed up his chest.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at He Zhan and sighed: "This is also one of your wives, right? Madam, do you please keep me safe?"

As he spoke, he looked up and down unscrupulously.

He Zhan looked nervous and held Kang Youwei's arm firmly with his hand, not daring to let go.

Kang Youwei said with great righteousness and dignity: "Zhao Chuanxin, you have been wandering around for half your life, doing random things. This is because you have never met a famous teacher. Why not worship me as your teacher today? It will be of great benefit to you."

Zhao Chuanxin never expected that such a sentence would come out of this guy's mouth.

This shocked him.

Kang Youwei did have many apprentices, the most famous being Liang Qichao.

After picking his ears, Zhao Chuanxin tilted his head and asked, "Come, tell me again and I'll listen."

Kang Youwei was too embarrassed to speak.

Zhao Chuanxin was delighted: "You are so fucking brave, you still want to accept me as your disciple?"

Kang Youwei bit the bullet and said, "Don't blame me. I did those things just to make decisions for the people..."

Snapped!

Zhao Chuanxin rounded his arms and slapped him.

Kang Youwei's head was tilted from the beating and his ears were ringing.

If he wasn't fat and had his own airbag, he could be knocked unconscious this time.

"I'll let you fucking decide."

Kang Youwei shook his head and continued to speak harshly: "I am devoted to the country..."

Snapped!

"I will fucking let you serve the country!"

Kang Youwei continued to shake his head: "I will fight with you..."

Snapped!

"I'll fucking let you fight!"

He Zhan was about to use his shrewish skills to scold people. He stamped his feet and was going to catch Zhao Chuanxin's face.

Because of her height, she has to dance.

So, she jumped and shouted hysterically: "Don't hit my husband..."

Snapped!

Zhao Chuanxin made a big backhand!

After He Zhan jumped up, he flew backwards.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at the stunned He Zhan: "Sister-in-law, don't make trouble, maybe you don't know, I beat women."

He Zhan just lost it and lay on the ground pretending to be dead.

Kang Youwei's eyes widened, his lips tightened, and he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin, his fingers trembling with anger: "I, I, I'm convinced..."

People around him thought he was trying his best, but they didn't expect him to say this.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his index finger and curled it downwards: "Are you convinced? Kneel down and convince yourself."

Kang Youwei knelt down.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the reporter: "Photo, this person has a lot of background, and the photos and information can be sold for a good price."

Kang Youwei's face was ashen.

But he really didn't dare to get up.

The reporter was excited. This was an order to take pictures, so what are you waiting for?

Wait until they have taken enough pictures.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Kang Nanhai, if you kowtow to me today, I will spare your life. Don't get me wrong, I'm just sparing you."

Kang Youwei was sitting on wax.

When you go out, making money depends on your appearance.

After this news spreads today, especially the photos, will anyone trust him in the future?

"What's wrong? Would you rather die than die? Are there people from the Royalist Association here?" Zhao Chuanxin looked around, and several Chinese lowered their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Lugang M1907, cocked the hammer, and put the muzzle of the gun on Kang Youwei's shiny forehead: "You can knock your master, Emperor Guangxu, but you dare not knock me, Zhao Chuanxin, right? Drafting Yes, Cixi would tremble with fear when she saw me, you know?

I'll count to three, and if you don't knock, I'll shoot.

three! "

Kang Youwei was so frightened that he peed. His forehead was instantly hit by the gunshot. Bang, he knocked hard. When he raised his head, his forehead was indeed blue.

He Zhan looked at her husband in disbelief. She thought he was a man of integrity who would rather die than surrender.

However……

Kang Youwei saw his little wife's face and the looks of some Chinese people around her.

His eyes rolled, and his thoughts came to mind. He knelt on the ground and puffed out his chest: "I, Kang Youwei, am not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death. I kowtow today because of the things Mr. Zhao has done for overseas Chinese."

What Zhao Chuanxin has done for overseas Chinese is obvious to all.

Indeed, someone set up a shrine to him at home.

"I'm going to fuck you!" Zhao Chuanxin laughed angrily: "I'm going to let you fight for your own life, and that's not the case just now, it's a heavy blow.

I start counting now,

three! "

boom!

Kang Youwei kowtowed again. He raised his neck and said, "I want to remain useful and benefit the country and the people. Kowtowing is nothing."

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun and gave a thumbs up: "Awesome, if you don't agree with anyone, I will obey you. You are such a fucking talent."

Zhao Chuanxin spared his life and humiliated him for a purpose.

He wanted to dismantle the so-called "Loyalist Society" from the hearts of the people. This organization forced countless foreigners to keep their inner braids after the fall of the Qing Dynasty.

Simply killing Kang Youwei would make no sense.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the scepter of salvation and the elf carving knife. As his mind turned, the blade carved the words "shameless villain" on Kang Youwei's forehead.

The cuts were so deep that they were guaranteed to leave scars no matter what.

Kang Youwei was in pain and said "Ouch". He pulled his hand and his palm was full of blood. He was shocked and angry: "Didn't you promise not to kill me?"

"Are you dead? If you are dead, can you still bray like a donkey?" Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "I just saw the bruise on your forehead and I was kind enough to drain the bruise for you."

But Kang Youwei felt a continuous pain on his forehead. This was not just a small wound.

He said angrily: "Now, can I leave? I need to go to the doctor!"

"Why are you anxious? The matter is not over yet." Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said, "You haven't compensated me for my mental damages yet!"

Kang Youwei was going crazy.

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