The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

This virtue is still a trivial matter?

On the surface, Tsarist Russia’s military reforms are shocking.

But from the inside, the domestic infrastructure is in a mess. The railways have been laid to the west, but they are too simple. For example, there are almost no railways to the south except for Manzhouli. Zhao Chuanxin pinched them at both ends, and they were immediately confused.

Road conditions appear to have improved greatly, but again there are few roads leading to the south.

They want to establish a general staff, but it overlaps with the original similar departments. Not only will the two sides not cooperate, but they will restrict each other, just because the old department has not been abolished.

There are serious internal factional conflicts and rampant corruption. Officers' decision-making, responsibility sharing, and even promotions all rely on personal whims.

Whenever an idea pops up, implement it.

There are huge flaws in the structure of the defense industry, and even today they are unable to truly meet the equipment needs of soldiers.

Even seven years later, the Tula Military Factory can only produce 350 machine guns per month.

For example, Bolensky and his adjutant had the idea of ​​getting into the west ditch as soon as their heads moved.

His eyebrows were burning, and he was still thinking of asking for help.

When he couldn't call for help, he patted his head - he was down.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was beaten to death. How could the Russian soldiers not be afraid when they saw that this man had no intention of giving up? So he resisted to death.

But this time it was different. They had time to breathe and their heads could think.

Zhao Chuanxin discovered for the first time that Tsarist Russia turned out to be a fat man.

These people walked in front without looking back, and no one ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the guns and ammunition on the ground, ran to the top of the mountain to hide them, and then went to bring the six cannons to the top of the mountain one by one.

After doing this, I came back and saw that the infantry did not run away, and the cavalry leading the horses did not move either.

As if he suddenly discovered a new continent, Zhao Chuanxin's heart was filled with excitement.

Zhao Chuanxin accompanied them from morning to dusk, to the Wuduhe Station of the Dongqing Railway.

This place is under the jurisdiction of Sauron's left wing. Because the site is too small and close to Hyrule, Tsarist Russia has no troops stationed.

The local Sauron people saw hundreds of Russian soldiers coming with their heads down, but they did not panic.

Because there have always been large numbers of Russian soldiers passing through the border in recent days.

It's just that this team looks a little disappointed.

Zhao Chuanxin stood out from the crowd and said: "I am Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect of Lubin Prefecture. You send people to find Badang'a, the general manager, and ask him to bring people to look after the prisoners. We will camp here tonight and borrow some food and grass first. In addition, we will set up camp here tonight." Bring these horses to Badang'a."

Zhao Chuanxin's name is very famous among the people of Hailar's Five Wings Banners.

The Sauron people were all astonished when they saw that Zhao Chuanxin had captured hundreds of people.

never heard of that.

In the evening, bonfires were lit everywhere and pots were buried to make rice.

Zhao Chuanxin walked through the crowd with his translator, asking a few questions from time to time.

"Where do you live? How many people are there?"

"My home is in Yilier, beside a wide river. My wife died of consumption, and the child in her belly also died. I was the only one."

"It's so miserable."

"Yes, sir. I used to grow wheat by the river. Although I was not rich, I lived a decent life. Later, I was drafted into the army. I heard that many officers were promoted from ordinary soldiers. I also wanted to try my luck. But I didn’t expect that it took me three years to build a house in Chita. Later I heard that the army was going to change, so I was transferred to Vladivostok, and after several transfers, I went to Zhalantun..."

Zhao Chuanxin listened quietly and asked him: "In the future, do you want to be promoted to an officer or do you want to farm?"

"Sir, I used to want to be an officer, but now I want to farm. Because I have no money to bribe my superiors."

Zhao Chuanxin said: "If I were given a chance to work in a mine or farm, and earn enough to support the family, would you be willing?"

"I do." The man said without hesitation.

"What if it's not on the riverside of Ilir? For example, on this side of Hyrule?"

"Then I am willing too."

“What if it’s in Abagatuy or Zabaikalsk?”

"Anything is fine."

The main theme is casual.

Zhao Chuanxin went to ask questions.

Gradually aroused the emotions of many people.

When some people complained unconsciously, but Zhao Chuanxian was not impatient at all and did not treat them like animals like the nobles of Tsarist Russia, many people couldn't help but complain.

"Our food is terrible."

"The monthly payment is not even enough for military expenses."

"My wife and children at home are starving to death. I told the officer, and he said that I could get promoted if I gave him money, but where did I get the money?"

"One day when I was walking with my head down, I didn't see a captain passing by. As a result, I was hit so hard that my nose became crooked. It has been crooked for the past few years..."

"I was in the Centurion Corps before, and the officer punished me corporally. He said he didn't like me and made me run away. I passed out from exhaustion..."

Political Commissar Zhao listened like this all the way, and was finally surrounded by Russian soldiers. The translator who had spoken secretly had no time to translate.

Zhao Chuanxin simply sat by the fire and listened to their excited words.

In fact, I don’t understand anything.

At this time, he has the same role as a priest who listens to the confessions of the believers.

After everyone said enough, the mood gradually subsided.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his guitar.

Although Tsarist Russia is also decadent and dark, its attainments and pursuit of modern art are among the best in the world. For example, Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" from the last century is still a classic in the 21st century.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin take out the musical instrument, everyone seemed to understand something, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

The warm light from the burning firewood flickered on one side of Zhao Chuanxin's face.

The intertwined shape of firelight and shadow is sometimes Lake Baikal, sometimes it is the snow-capped Caucasus Mountains, and sometimes it is like the most efficacious Madonna statue of Kazan Cathedral.

Zhao Chuanxin's thick fingers moved flexibly.

"When the train entered this strange city, it was a neon light I had never seen before. I opened the letter you sent me when I said goodbye, and suddenly I felt so much longing. In a city that never sleeps in winter where I can't see snow, I heard Some are cheering and some are crying..."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice is very unique. He can increase the volume of the mid-bass, which is the effect of strong vocal cords.

Originally he only knew how to sing, until he met Li Shutong. They all talk about talent, but the only person in modern times who deserves the word "talent" may be Li Shutong.

So Zhao Chuanxin mastered the music. Not only can he play the guitar and a little piano, but he can also sing well. The vibrato and other techniques that are not yet popular at this time add a different emotional color to the song.

At first, the translator helped explain the lyrics, but later the Russian soldier roughly pushed him to shut up, and everyone was able to listen to the song quietly.

When the fingers play the last note, the remaining sound of the strings is gurgling.

The Russian soldiers applauded enthusiastically.

They also loved romance, but were never allowed to listen to opera.

Even wandering artists only go to big cities. Who goes to remote areas?

This "Butcher of the Far East" as people call him not only listens to their complaints, but also plays songs for them around the campfire.

"It's so beautiful."

"In all my life, I have never heard such a beautiful song."

"Don't be pretentious, you've never heard any of the songs before."

"Forehead……"

Is this really the butcher?

Zhao Chuanxin felt that there seemed to be an easier way to dismantle the enemy than guns.

What would Nicholas II do?

He was cruel, and so was Zhao Chuanxian. But Zhao Chuanxin knew what he could do, but he couldn't.

The advantage is mine.

"Sing one more, sing one more..."

The crowd was booing, as if there was no relationship between us and the enemy.

Is Zhao Chuanxin still afraid of this?

The melodious sound of the piano: "Life is old there, older than the trees...To the place where I belong, Lake Baikal, M..."

Zhao Chuanxin was good at magical changes and directly changed West Virginia to Lake Baikal.

Don’t think that Lake Baikal has always belonged to Tsarist Russia. It is said that the North Sea where Suwu shepherded sheep is Lake Baikal.

Their small number of people could never rule such a large territory before.

Even now, it is actually very reluctant, so Zhao Chuanxin kindly wanted to help them manage it.

Nicholas II, who was forced to raise him, couldn't control it at all, and he always thought about invasion.

After singing two songs, the Russian soldiers were extremely excited.

He wanted Zhao Chuanxin to continue singing, but Zhao Chuanxin handed the guitar to the translator.

The translator's face turned red and he said shyly, "I can't sing."

"Play a few games, sing a few songs. I'll go outside to get some meat and roast it."

As he spoke, he got up and went into the woods to the north.

Bolensky waited for Zhao Chuanxin to leave for a long time, then sneakily approached the translator who was pretending to play happily and asked him: "Um, where has he gone?"

It wasn't until he saw Major Bolonsky that the translator remembered the identities of both parties.

He coughed: "Major, he said to get some meat and roast it."

Bolensky looked around and whispered to the people around him: "Are you really not going to run away?"

He is an officer. Officers have higher pay and higher status in the Tsarist Russian army.

Naturally, he was not willing to be a prisoner.

But as soon as he finished speaking, everyone around him lowered their heads.

Bolensky was furious, raised his hand and slapped the nearest soldier: "You have rebelled in less than a fucking day!"

The soldier lowered his head, but there was a trace of hatred in his eyes.

No comparison, no harm.

Zhao Chuanxin was also a leader of soldiers. He loved the soldiers like sons and played and sang to them when they complained.

It would be the exact opposite for a Tsarist Russian officer like Bolonsky.

No one spoke, and there was an eerie silence. The only sound was the beeping of the fires.

Bolenski gasped.

Sukabule, what happened to these people?

The adjutant tugged on his clothes and said in a mosquito voice: "Don't worry about them, let's run."

Seeing that his subordinates couldn't say anything, Bolensky had to stand up and look around. When he didn't see Zhao Chuanxin, he hesitated, got up and ran with his adjutant.

Not everyone was indifferent, there were also some low-level officers who ran with the two.

However, Zhao Chuanxin asked someone to take the horses away, so they could only go to Hylar on their legs.

As soon as Bolensky left, the crowd became heartlessly lively again.

Some people also got into a fight over grabbing a piece of pancake, and several individuals used their strength to pull the two people apart with bruises and swollen faces. They were still cursing at each other, which shows the bad temper of the Russian soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler up the mountain and let the smart gyroscope look for traces of the wild boar.

The smell of wild boar is strong and lingers.

Moreover, wild boars have the characteristic of excreting at fixed points in the center of the territory. The feces can be piled up to one meter high, and the stench is overwhelming.

It just so happens that they also like to move in groups, often as many as five or six.

The smart gyroscope is very sensitive to various biological signals, and Zhao Chuanxin easily found a nest.

Wild boars have average eyesight but a keen sense of smell and hearing.

As soon as Zhao Chuanxin approached, the wild boar's head noticed it, jumped up, and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against a big tree and waited quietly for the wild boar to approach.

When it approached, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly walked around behind the big tree.

The wild boar was not stupid either. It tilted its head and hit the tree with its shoulder blades to prevent its tusks from breaking.

It twitched its nose, preparing to circle the tree to drive away the intruder.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Chuanxin was waiting for it behind the tree. The elf's carving knife swung down and the pig's head fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the Misty Traveler and rushed straight towards another wild boar.

The wild boar leader was killed without even a scream.

The other wild boars became restless. Zhao Chuanxin was very fast. He raised his knife and cut off two pig heads in a row.

The remaining wild boars dispersed.

You may not be able to see the road clearly at night, and the overwhelming force of running is astonishing, causing the vegetation to sway here and there.

Zhao Chuanxin did not chase after them. When the blood of the three pigs was almost gone, he disemboweled them, removed all their internal organs, and took the pork back into space.

When he returned to the camp, the noise in the camp stopped.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin unloaded the goods, arranged three heads and six fans of pork on the ground, and asked, "What's wrong?"

The translator swallowed: "Well, Bolensky ran away with some people."

At this time, everyone was so angry that they did not dare to express their anger.

The Russians live a rough and heartless life, with today and no tomorrow, and they are basically afraid only when they are about to die.

They thought that Zhao Chuanxin, like the Tsarist Russian officers, would get angry because they did not supervise each other, and then corporally punish and beat the soldiers.

But Zhao Chuanxin just smiled: "You wash the meat, divide it and roast it. I'll be right back."

It was already dark, so no one could see clearly how Zhao Chuanxin walked, and they just disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

"ah……"

A moment later, screams came from a distance.

The first sound was just a signal, and soon the screams continued.

All the Russian soldiers looked pale.

Can't you run away?

Some wanted to run, but were too scared to do so because they were too timid.

Secretly glad, thanks to my own wisdom.

It didn't take more than ten minutes before Zhao Chuanxin turned around.

He dropped an object and rolled it on the ground, then tossed a bunch of ears.

"Count them all in the left ear, see if you can match the number of people."

A translator saw that the head belonged to Bolensky, and that Bolensky would not die with his eyes in peace. He carefully counted the people's ears again, and found that none were too many and none were too few.

hiss……

"Yes, that's right."

The crowd was in an uproar.

This was a fool, but no one escaped.

Ordinarily, if you just look for bushes and woods, you still can't escape? Or are these people stupid and only know how to run on the road?

Zhao Chuanxin activated the Crucible Brand of the Old God, burning all the heads and ears into ashes and powder.

This hand once again stunned everyone.

"Black, black magic..."

"What kind of black magic is this? Superstition!" Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and crushed the skeleton on the ground with his kick, and the ashes floated into the bonfire.

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Zhao Chuanxin took them to eat meat.

It didn't take long for them to be happy again.

But no one can forget what happened just now.

As long as you don't run away, everyone will be fine.

Whoever runs will die.

Zhao Chuanxin told them with his actions that he was not a good person.

Some of them bake it, and some of them boil it in a pot.

It's better to have some meat than nothing. Let's talk about tomorrow.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't eat, so he said to the translator: "You guys eat while I go out for a walk."

There is a saying that when an elephant is young, it is tied to a wooden pole and cannot break free. In this way, the elephant has been tied until it is big. It is obvious that the elephant can break free easily due to its strength, but the small wooden pole can still tie it.

Zhao Chuanxin now erected a wooden pole for them.

In the solemn and dim night, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared again.

He went to the mountain and checked several places where weapons and artillery were hidden. There were too many things to fit in the secret realm.

Things are scattered on the mountains on both sides of the road, most of them are covered with rocks, and a few are stored in the open air.

The most important thing is that those railroad tracks cannot be discovered by Russian soldiers.

After checking around, it took Zhao Chuanxin nearly an hour to come back.

We haven’t finished eating the wild boar meat yet, the atmosphere is as usual, and the translator doesn’t feel guilty.

There was some moisture on Zhao Chuanxin's body and he looked wet.

He said: "It's raining over there at B-Lin Station. I guess the clouds will drift over tomorrow. We need to hurry up."

The translator was confused and counted on his fingers. It was three hundred miles from here to Bahrain, six hundred miles round trip, and Zhao Chuanxin could only walk for an hour at most.

If this is true, it is too unbelievable; if it is false, the water vapor on Zhao Chuanxin's body really exists, unless he jumps into the river to act.

They all thought that Zhao Chuanxian knew black magic, and they thought it was true.

Zhao Chuanxin traveled and returned several times, and the invisible wooden pole that can bind people's hearts became stronger and stronger.

Finally, he even returned to sleep in a mountainside hut next to the Ergun River.

I have always heard people say that light can wake people up from sleep. Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously. Even if he didn't draw the curtains, he would still have a good day.

But this year he believed it.

Even if the weather is bad and the sun doesn't show its head, as long as the gray morning light shines into the house through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the slight ray of light covers his eyelids, he can open his eyes immediately, which is more effective than an alarm clock.

The birds in the forest began to make noise, but they were not as loud as in the spring.

You can hear them pecking at tree seeds in the house.

Zhao Chuanxin brushed his teeth, washed his face, got dressed and went out.

The Russian soldiers did not run away.

They get up early and heat meals.

There are three wild boars, the largest one is estimated to weigh three hundred kilograms, and the two smaller ones weigh two hundred kilograms.

After excluding the inferior goods, no one here can get a pound of meat.

Just eat it in two separate meals.

It can be seen that these people's daily food is not very good.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, the translator breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't describe the complicated emotions.

Zhao Chuanxin felt it, which seemed to be a special emotion under a state of huge physical and psychological stress.

The threat of death was in huge contrast to Zhao Chuanxian's approachability.

And this emotion spread and became a group emotion.

Zhao Chuanxin finds it very interesting. He is conducting a large-scale psychological experiment with hundreds of people at this time and possibly tens of thousands of people in the future.

"Let's go. The dark clouds over B-Lin are coming to us soon. If you don't want to get caught in the rain, hurry up."

This kind of cold rain will only happen once at most, and I'm afraid winter will come as scheduled.

Zhao Chuanxin went west, and Badang'a led people to the east to meet him.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the interpreter to speak and led the team forward shouting slogans.

"After war comes peace."

"War is not the purpose, living is the purpose."

"We are not gray animals."

"I don't cower or scream, I just want respect."

Zhao Chuanxin cunningly adapted some lines from the movie and shouted the slogans in a manner consistent with Russian pronunciation habits.

The slogan is by no means forced to force them to betray the motherland. It emphasizes two points: first, war can achieve peaceful purposes, and second, dignity.

The first point is like the snake thread of writing that stretches thousands of miles. If Zhao Chuanxin wins this war, that is the peace that Zhao Chuanxin will bring. The opposite is not true. Everything depends on the result.

When the war is over, everything will be clear.

The second point implies that the Russian soldiers lived without dignity in Tsarist Russia, but Zhao Chuanxin did not explain clearly. If they want to fight for dignity, they can only rely on him, Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the translator to speak, and they shouted a few slogans repeatedly. Along the way, many people's voices were hoarse, but they gradually improved from uneven to fluent.

Half of the slogan should be in the present and half in the future.

So when Batang Ah came here in a dusty state, he heard the neat slogans and couldn't stop himself.

The translator saw a group of people coming. They were wearing cotton coats, with gray ax marks on each sleeve and big arm. They were carrying their Shui Lianzhu produced in Tsarist Russia. The officers also had Nagant wheels on their waists, and Cossack cavalry were hung on their horses. knife.

But their faces and uniforms suggested they were not Russian soldiers.

"Master Prefect."

"Well, these are my prisoners. You take them and escort them to the Erlut Department." Then Zhao Chuanxin lowered his voice: "So, so, so, so..."

Badang'a was surprised when he heard this: "Is this really true?"

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and smiled: "Do you think I'm joking? I want you to do it exactly. In addition, I borrowed some grain and grass from your department's Fudu River Station. You pay to transport the grain and grass to return them to others, and then Go to Lubin Mansion Accounting Office for reimbursement."

"Then what happens to the food they consume in the future?"

"Haha, provided by Mao Zi. We forgot that we still have several granaries. Find someone to cut through the rocks to get grain."

Badang Ah was stunned. Could it be that Zhao Chuanxin had already planned for today's situation?

That's too scary.

Thank you brothers for the reward, I will be really proud of it, really.