The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Balancing can also be considered strenuous activity.

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't feel tired at all. It was really a warm-up.

After warming up, he looked down at the old sacred altar, filled with faith.

After filling up the status, Zhao Chuanxin said to the little old man's body: "Wait until Zhao uses Rosada's head to pay homage to the souls of you and others."

…

Before Rosada entered Jiuao Mountain, he sent someone to notify Zhang Renjun.

The visitor looked arrogant, looked at people with his nostrils, and said to Zhang Renjun: "The bandits on Jiu'ao Mountain brutally killed thirteen of our soldiers. Our Governor Rosada specially sent me to inform Mr. Zhang that we are going to Jiu'ao Mountain to suppress the bandits. "

Zhang Renjun's expression suddenly changed: "As far as I know, there are only fishermen in Jiuao Mountain and there are no bandits."

The visitor pushed further: "This matter is undoubtedly true. The remains of our soldiers are still in the coffins. If you don't believe me, Mr. Zhang, you can go and see for yourself. Our governor has said that in order to maintain a stable situation, Jiuao Mountain must be stable for a long time."

As soon as these words came out, Zhang Renjun was completely angry: "What does Rosada mean by this? Are you coveting the Coloane area? Do you want to occupy it for a long time?"

The visitor refused to give in: "This is just to protect the interests of Portugal, please let Mr. Zhang know. I came here today to inform Mr. Zhang, not to get Mr. Zhang's consent. The number of casualties of our soldiers has been reported to the country. Japan will devote more military power to Australia."

This is a threat.

Zhang Renjun's chest rose and fell.

The visitor cupped his hand and said, "My mission has been accomplished, so I will take my leave. If you have caused any trouble, please forgive me, Mr. Zhang."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

But Zhang Renjun was so angry.

"When someone comes, report this matter to the imperial court immediately, gather additional troops and prepare to leave at any time."

Even if Zhang Renjun was angry again, he would not dare to start a war with Portugal rashly.

The Qing court responded quickly to messages.

Zhang Renjun took the telegram and read it: This matter must be handled with great caution and careful consideration. The Portuguese are not given an excuse to start provocations, and it is also based on public opinion, so they cannot use weapons without authorization...

Zhang Renjun was dejected. Do you want him to be a peacemaker? How can you be a peacemaker when your own people are being massacred by the Portuguese?

No, absolutely not.

Zhang Renjun stood up suddenly: "Come here, prepare a thousand new troops and some artillery fire, advance to the Wan Chai Fort in Beishan Ridge, and station additional troops at each pass. If the Portuguese ask, tell them that the people in the 25th Town are The staff officer of the new army went to Australia Island to inspect the defense..."

His subordinates asked: "Governor, how should the court investigate the crime?"

It’s really tiring.

To resist the enemy, we actually have to consider the hindrance of our own camp.

Zhang Renjun waved his hand: "I said this is not a war, it is just a defense inspection."

His subordinates immediately understood that Zhang Renjun wanted to frighten Portugal and hoped that they would stop in time.

…

Zhao Chuanxin came to the path at the foot of Jiuao Mountain and came to the tree where he had taken a photo with the black-spine ape before, and found that there was a small dirt bag there.

He was stunned. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the little dirt bag looked like a grave.

There was no sign of the black-spine ape on the tree.

The snot-nosed babies who liked to play here were also gone.

Zhao Chuanxin did not stay and left here quickly.

At the foot of Jiuao Mountain, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Portuguese logistics soldiers in front who were transporting supplies to the mountain, and quietly walked through the woods.

After getting close, without saying a word, QW combos.

boom……

Winchester M1897 ring.

The bodies of two Portuguese soldiers carrying ammunition boxes flew backwards.

The rest were horrified. Without waiting for a counterattack, Zhao Chuanxin entered the flock, and the smart gyroscope and the elf carving knife revolved around him, jumping, and blood splashed everywhere.

On the mountain, the Portuguese soldiers who were attacking the village heard gunshots down the mountain, causing a small commotion among them.

When fighting on the front line, the biggest worry is that enemies will stab you in the back.

They dispatched a team of ten people to go down the mountain to investigate the situation.

He happened to run into Zhao Chuanxin who was going up the mountain.

Jiuao Mountain is not high, and the road side is not steep either.

When others are going uphill, they should go at a constant speed and slowly.

But Zhao Chuanxin was running at a trot, breathing evenly, and his physical strength was particularly exaggerated.

Seeing the Portuguese team coming down the mountain, Zhao Chuanxin took out his Goldberg M1907 and fired.

In a universe of bolt-action rifles, the sound of an assault rifle is mind-numbing just to hear.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

The firepower was so powerful that the Portuguese soldiers were ready to retreat as soon as they opened fire.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't give them this chance at all, and fired while running towards the mountain. In a few breaths, all the Portuguese soldiers halfway up the mountain were killed.

At this time, the Portuguese soldiers who were attacking on the mountain were really panicked.

"The enemy has helpers going up the mountain. Is the reserve team at the bottom of the mountain just made of paper? They were defeated in one attack."

The adjutant's face turned pale. He heard the very unique rhythm of the gunfire of Goldberg M1907.

At this time, apart from Zhao Chuanxin, there is no other person in the world who possesses this kind of weapon. It can be said to be unique.

Last time, Zhao Chuanxin warned him not to act outside the existing territory of Portugal.

But after the scar healed, he forgot about the pain. He thought that the new Governor Rosada had a tough hand, so he could give it a try, but retribution came immediately.

The adjutant was in a panic, but he didn't want to sit still and wait for death. He hurriedly said: "Get in formation, forget about those fishermen now, prepare to resist the enemies coming up the mountain, hurry up, a bunch of idiots..."

When they lined up, holding Verghello M1904 rifles in their hands, they were ready to line up and shoot the invading enemies.

Halfway up the mountain and at the bottom of the mountain fell silent and became silent.

"Where are the people?"

"Damn it, where did it go?"

The unknown is the scariest thing.

"Is it the Qing army?"

"The Qing army does not dare to go to war with Portugal."

The adjutant was the most nervous.

He knew it was Zhao Chuanxin who was coming, but he didn't say anything because it would affect the morale of the army.

He held his breath and concentrated, any movement would make him tremble with fear.

At this moment, someone tapped him on the shoulder.

The adjutant was stunned and turned around to look, his eyes almost splitting.

He was even so frightened that he couldn't speak for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin unexpectedly ran behind him without anyone noticing.

How can this be?

First of all, it came too fast. Secondly, the route on the mountain was tightly guarded by them. It was clear that no one was going up the mountain.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "I have clearly warned you that you must not take the ordinary path."

He consumed all the power of faith in the old sacred altar before teleporting to the mountain silently.

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin got an ax in his hand and chopped it down fiercely.

puff……

The adjutant fell, and the others had not yet reacted.

Who made the adjutant timid and stood at the end.

All the Portuguese soldiers were on alert, looking down the mountain, and did not notice it for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the adjutant's hair and slowly put him down.

He opened his long legs and started running, holding a God of War M1907 in each hand.

The total number of Portuguese soldiers on the mountain is almost eighty, which may seem like a small number, but for dealing with a group of untrained fishermen, it is already killing a chicken with a sledgehammer.

When Zhao Chuanxin ran for a third of the way, someone was finally awakened by the splash of blood: "Watch your back, the enemy is attacking..."

Now that he was exposed, Zhao Chuanxin fired his gun.

Chug tug tug…

The smell of gunpowder smoke went straight to his forehead, and even though the sun was shining brightly, the outline of the bullet flames could still be seen. There were desperate howls everywhere in the flames.

Ares M1907 uses the same type of pistol bullet as Lugang M1907, which is far less powerful than rifle bullets.

Therefore, if someone is shot two or three times and is not dead, he will suffer even more if he is not dead.

The little old man was only shot once in the shoulder cavity, and then he bled to death. This shows how big the power gap between the two types of bullets is.

This is why the Ares M1907's firepower sustainability far exceeds that of the Goldberg M1907, but Zhao Chuanxin often uses the assault rifle.

Sometimes, he needs a single shot to disable his enemy.

But at this time, due to the large number of enemies and close combat, Zhao Chuanxin could only use the God of War M1907.

Zhao Chuanxin himself was shot six or seven times in an instant. This was one of the drawbacks of close combat without any obstruction.

Zhao Chuanxin grunted twice, put away the God of War M1907, took out the Lugang M1907 with his right hand, picked up a corpse with his left hand and held it up as a shield and continued to charge forward.

A Portuguese soldier fired a shot at the "Corpse Shield" and hurriedly pulled the bolt. Just as he was about to shoot a second time, the smart gyroscope arrived.

The Portuguese soldier had already seen the tragic scene of his comrade being slashed by this knife. His whole body was split in two, and his upper body was dragged and crawling on the ground. It was so terrifying that it made people tremble and despair.

He hurriedly tried to shoot the smart gyroscope, but the smart gyroscope and Zhao Chuanxin were able to dodge bullets, not to mention the fact that it was almost weight-free, and it nimbly dodged a blow and chopped it down vertically.

The Portuguese soldier missed the target with one shot. Seeing the menacing elf carving knife, he raised his Verguero M1904 to resist.

No surprise, he even had a gun and split it vertically from the middle...

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's a pity that the gun was lost."

Zhao Chuanxin is scary, and the smart gyroscope is even scarier.

The surviving Portuguese soldiers were desperate.

Zhao Chuanxin's firepower was so fierce that people doubted their lives. The sharpness of the Elf Carving Knife was almost indestructible. What was even worse was that Zhao Chuanxin seemed to be invincible. Many people watched helplessly as they had hit Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Chuanxin continued to run wildly. .

One person could not withstand the overwhelming pressure and knelt down directly: "I surrender..."

Then a large number of Portuguese soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy.

According to Zhao Chuanxin's habit, he would never surrender, but this time he stopped.

There was a dull pain in the area where he was hit, especially at the beginning of the second rib under the chest. That area was so unlucky that he was shot twice in succession. Zhao Chuanxin felt that it was hard to fix the bone fracture.

The typical armor of fortitude withstood it, but the man could not.

He endured the pain and threw the body to the ground. The body was already damaged due to too much ammunition. After the fall, it almost fell into pieces, which was extremely tragic.

Zhao Chuanxin stood in front of the more than 20 survivors with a fierce look and shouted: "Put down the gun, untie your belt, work in pairs, and tie each other's hands."

I don’t know if they are pretending not to understand, or if they have other small motives, but no one in the group moved.

Zhao Chuanxin picked the nearest one and raised his hand to shoot.

boom.

Right in the forehead.

Fall to the ground.

"Move the fuck!"

The rest dare not hesitate any longer.

After they hurriedly tied each other up, Zhao Chuanxin began to collect the weapons.

On the mountain, some villagers noticed that the gunfire had stopped and watched curiously.

Seeing a group of foreign soldiers kneeling on their knees, he was immediately surprised and said: "It's that lazy guy named Zhao. He's back. He's here to save us..."

Zhao Chuanxin did not give his real name here and only told everyone that his surname was Zhao.

He was always lying on a chair, doing no work, and always playing with a group of children. Everyone secretly nicknamed him a lazy man.

The villagers were all hung up, and exhausted, they walked out from every corner and gathered here.

When they saw the remains of severed limbs at the scene, even the bravest people trembled with fear.

Are we in the eighteenth level of hell?