The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Putilov was bragging and arrogant just to get George Lynch to make a name for him in the newspapers.

If he knew what George Lynch wrote, he would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood.

Because they always took detours, the Russian soldiers marched slowly. It was at nightfall that they reached the position where Che and Zha ambushed the Cossack cavalry.

You can only stay where you are and rest.

They rested, and so did Zhao Chuanxian.

He sat on the floor without lighting the fire, heating the pan with the Old God's Cauldron and frying the steak.

Brown on all sides, chop into pieces and continue frying.

He didn't want to eat anything raw.

While I was eating, I heard the rumble of horse hooves.

It was a Cossack cavalry patrol.

They were also worried that Zhao Chuanxin would make a sneak attack at night.

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared into the darkness and continued to eat unmoved.

"Smell it, does it smell like meat?"

"Maybe you were too hungry, I didn't smell it."

Several cavalrymen hurried back.

Zhao Chuanxin, a master of art, is bold and can still enjoy his meal calmly at such a close distance.

For others, their thoughts would be in their throats.

He put up a wall and had a cigarette after dinner.

On the Hulun-Beir Grassland at this time, the west wind and northwest wind blow mostly on sunny days, while the east wind or southeast wind blows on rainy and snowy days.

When the wind blew, Zhao Chuanxin knew it was going to rain.

The surrounding sand turned, but the sand layer was shallow. He opened the "Old God Codex" and sent a pile of sand.

The base was built first and extended into a "匚" shaped canopy.

Just finished, the raindrops fell, the slanting wind and drizzle did not need to return.

Zhao Chuanxin only had shelter from the rain but not the wind. The situation of the Russian army was even worse. They could only crawl into the forest next to the Hailar River and light a fire to disperse the water vapor and keep themselves warm. The rain could not be heavy, otherwise the fire would be extinguished. .

Zhao Chuanxin lay on the stone slab, stretched out his hand to test the raindrops and then retracted it.

He suddenly remembered that Sheng Fu said that Song Xiaolian asked them to capture wild boars and pheasants as tribute. The number of wild boars was 10 and the number of pheasants was 30.

I’ve heard it before and I’m repeating it now.

The bannermen hunters outside the pass, even the Sauron people, are most worried about hunting pigs every year.

In the woods and on the grasslands, anything can be hunted, but wild boars, tigers and bears are the most difficult to hunt. Even small bears are very difficult to hunt.

If not, they might be killed by these three ferocious beasts.

Sometimes sharp arrows really can't penetrate the hard shell of a wild boar that's sticky with turpentine.

But it happened that the Manchu nobles liked to eat these things and paid tribute every year.

At first Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously, but later he learned that they regarded these as important matters.

Suddenly he had a bad taste in his heart.

By this time the rain had turned to sleet, the sound had become quieter, and the air was growing colder.

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, put on his helmet, and ran in the dark toward the woods beside the Hailar River.

Others can't see far at night, but he can see at night.

The effect of firing in the forest was not good, so he took out the Shui Lianzhu, quietly approached and hid behind a tree to take aim.

boom.

An officer who occupied the position closest to the fire was knocked down.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

Maozi started shouting.

boom.

Another officer fell.

This time the gunfire came from another location.

Everyone scrambled to get up and occupy the nearby bunker.

Several people fought over a small tree that could not hold a person's body.

Because most of the trees here are low.

Zhao Chuanxin, who had changed his position again, shook his head.

boom.

Pour another one.

Do you think you can't be beaten if you hide?

He was not afraid of wading, and the Misty Traveler skimmed the water and circled back, continuing to shoot.

boom.

boom.

When the bullet is gone, take out the bullet bridge and press it into the chamber to continue shooting.

Every shot is silent.

In order to see the surrounding environment clearly and find the enemy's hiding place, someone picked up the firewood in the campfire and threw it around.

Fortunately, the rain and snow continued and no dead grass burned.

But it was of no use.

boom!

Putilov immediately gathered his troops and used daylight methods to conduct a carpet search from both sides with a group of more than a dozen hundred men.

The gunfire stopped and they returned without success.

Leonid said: "Major General, we can't stay in the forest anymore. Let's go out in the dark. The rain has stopped anyway. It's better to be watered by the rain than to be beaten to death by Zhao Chuanxin."

At least there is a good view outside.

Putilov nodded in agreement with a dark face, and asked people to dismantle his military tent. Anyway, he would not be cold.

They left the forest and moved south for more than a mile. They rested around a sand dune and sent multiple patrol teams to police the area in all directions.

Tata Tata...

Maxim's voice sounded.

At night, dazzling tongues of flames could be seen bursting out to the west, and the patrols let out bursts of screams.

The tongue of fire exposed the enemy's position, and Putilov became furious and shouted: "You've all seen it, beat me to death."

Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, and the Russian army had rifles and machine guns firing at the same time.

The flames from the muzzle can even light up the darkness of the night.

It seems like you are fighting and I am fighting.

But if you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the tongues of fire on one side are swaying left and right, while the light spots on the other side quickly disappear from the outside inward. That is because the Russian soldiers were hit and fell to the ground.

After lighting up the canvas belt, Zhao Chuanxin's firepower paused for a moment, then slightly raised the muzzle and continued firing.

He has three layers of protection, an outer layer of rock bunker, and another layer at the back. Maxim itself also has a bulletproof shield to prevent fish that slip through the net from jumping into the window.

This time Zhao Chuanxin hung a 333-round canvas ammunition chain more than 6 meters long.

Tata Tata...

Leonid noticed something was wrong, went to Putilov and said: "Major General, the opponent seems to have not moved, but the firepower has not stopped. It was obvious that the ammunition chain was changed just now, indicating that someone is operating."

What he said was very strange. What do you mean someone is operating it?

But Putilov didn't think it was inappropriate.

Everything is possible against Zhao Chuanxin.

He asked: "Is there a bunker over there?"

"Not that I know of."

Putilov clenched his fists. It would be great if he had a cannon at this time. How could Zhao Chuanxin dare to be so arrogant?

"Retreat, all behind the dunes."

They had no choice but to withdraw. I don't know why Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of them gathering fire, but everyone was equal under Maxim's gun, and they couldn't hold on any longer.

Soon the gunfire stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin finished firing 333 rounds of ammunition, and the other party also ceased fire.

In such a fierce gun battle, lions, tigers, brown bears, wolves, wild boars... no matter what kind of beasts they are, they have to stay away.

At night, apart from the wails of the wounded, the only sound left was the rustle of sleet.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked down the stone wall, took three minutes to circle five kilometers to the back of them, took out the sand erection base and stone wall, set up Maxim, and reloaded the ammunition chain.

The other party couldn't see him, but he could see the Russian soldiers hiding behind the sand dunes five hundred meters away.

Tata Tata...

Putilov was really frightened this time.

First, the current position where Zhao Chuanxin is firing is nearly four miles away from where he just opened fire. However, it took up to six minutes for the gun to sound behind them. Did Zhao Chuanxin fly over?

Second, this time he was also behind the dunes, and he was also exposed to Zhao Chuanxin's gun.

Even a guard nearby was hit and killed by a self-produced 7.62mm machine gun bullet just now, and it happened right under his nose.

Even he, the commander, was afraid, let alone ordinary soldiers.

The Russian troops dispersed.

After dumping dozens of corpses, Putilov fled in embarrassment under the protection of his guards.

He returned to the woods beside the Hailar River.

Leonid turned around and saw that the flames were still burning, so he said: "Major General, I don't think it is safe here. Let's cross the river."

Cross the river?

The Hailar River is not deep, and the current is not fast in early winter. It is estimated to be one meter or even shallower, but how much trouble does it take to walk in this kind of weather?

Putilov hesitated for a moment, but Leonid had already jumped into the river.

"Bleach..."

Before crossing the river, Putilov did not forget to greet the remaining defeated generals: "Cross the river."

As soon as he stepped into the water, he couldn't help but shudder. He looked back and said, "Lin Qi, why can't you stay in the river?"

George Lynch shook his head like a rattle: "I'm staying here. I think Zhao Chuanxin will not hurt reporters."

"Suka BuLei!"

Putilov ignored him and walked to the other side.

The defeated Russian soldiers not only fled here, but also to the south, west and north except where Zhao Chuanxin was.

After killing as many people as possible, Zhao Chuanxin put away Maxim, looked around, and finally ran towards the Hailar River.

In the woods he saw a foreigner.

Judging from his clothes, this man didn't seem to be a soldier.

"Hand over your weapons if you have them. Don't make yourself uncomfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin took out Madsen and said coldly.

George Lynch raised his hands: "I'm not a soldier, I'm a reporter, Times reporter George Lynch."

Zhao Chuanxin was slightly surprised and stopped looking at him. He held the imitation Madsen and struck at the soldiers crossing the river halfway.

Tata Tata...

George Lynch had previously observed the war from the perspective of the one being beaten, but unexpectedly he was lucky enough to observe it again from the perspective of the attacker.

Zhao Chuanxin is tall and burly, with a somewhat scary helmet.

The tongue of Chaotian pepper in his hand shot out twenty centimeters, ruthlessly harvesting lives.

He saw that Zhao Chuanxin was too calm, as if a war of this intensity was as worthless as eating and drinking.

After emptying the magazine, Zhao Chuanxin took out the new one, took off the old one, and inserted it in. The old one was recovered into the space before it even hit the ground.

After repeated practice, one can no longer become adept at it.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a genius, but he has been on the battlefield for many years, and his fighting skills in various environments have been deeply rooted in his bones. He is so efficient that he performs various actions without thinking, as if it is an instinct engraved in his genes.

Putilov knew how to swim. He heard gunshots behind him while he was wading, and he plunged into the water and swam down the river.

Leonid was not so lucky. He was shot in the lungs and had difficulty breathing. After falling into the water, he choked on his water and sank to the bottom. Like Putilov, he went down the river...

Zhao Chuanxin put away the imitation Madsen, threw out the Flying Fish Spine Whip and stepped on the Misty Traveler into the water.

The flying fish's spine was whipped into a scimitar more than three meters long, and it was driven by Zhao Chuanxin at high speed to cut the flesh and blood.

The Hailar River turns red once you go back and forth.

"surrender……"

Someone shouted in Chinese.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin stop the killing, returned to the shore, and used his vocal organ to pronounce: "Those who surrender will come ashore. There will be someone who speaks Chinese to translate. If you hand over the gun, you will not be killed!"

Some people took a chance and swam to the other side.

Zhao Chuanxin took water and shot it in succession.

boom.

"You swam to the wrong shore, so be careful in the next life."

George Lynch next to him: "..."

At this moment, he felt that compared to Zhao Chuanxin, Putilov was as stupid and stupid as a piece of shit.

Even at this time, he did not forget to take notes. With the help of the firelight from nowhere, he quickly recorded: I am finally sure that the only enemy of Tsarist Russia is Zhao Chuanxin himself. Poor Putilov's life and death are unknown, but Zhao Chuanxin lives up to his reputation as the Butcher of the Far East. Tonight I saw a military miracle - how one person defeated a division.

When the Russian soldiers in the river came ashore one after another, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and kicked him: "Zhuo Nima, why don't you put down your weapons?"

The man had no temper after being kicked. Although he didn't understand, he probably understood what Zhao Chuanxin wanted to express. He quickly threw away the gun, the dagger at his waist, and even untied the kettle.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and said, "Go out."

George Lynch followed him out of the woods.

Zhao Chuanxin put the equipment on the ground into the space.

The sophisticated equipment that had just been shipped from Tsarist Russia had been stolen by Zhao Chuanxin, and the guns they had at this time were all old guns.

After leaving the forest, Zhao Chuanxin took out his bow and shot a loud arrow into the sky.

A sharp whistle pierced the dark sky.

Reporter George Lynch didn't know why. Is this a way to celebrate Zhao Chuanxin's victory?

But after a while he understood.

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance, getting louder and louder.

Gradually, a group of cavalry wearing cotton coats appeared in the night, with a gray ax badge sewn on their arms.

The ferocity on the faces of these people looked no weaker than that of the Russian soldiers.

The person leading the team was Che Hezha.

It turns out that he did not escape far away, but was lingering nearby.

Zhao Chuanxin had made an appointment with him long ago. Once the sounding arrow was shot, it would mean summoning them to come.

So there were guns and cannons in front of them, but Che and Zha never showed up.

"Master Prefect."

Che and Zha clasped their fists.

He was completely convinced.

Judging from the sound of gunfire, Zhao Chuanxin fought with the Russian soldiers for a whole day.

What's the result?

Hundreds of people were taken prisoner.

"Escort them to the Erut Department. General Manager Zhang will naturally know what to do."

Che and Zha scratched their heads: "It's snowing and we still need to build roads?"

It is really difficult to construct when the ground freezes hard.

"They can work in Siberian winter, but they can't work in Hailar?" Zhao Chuanxin took off his helmet and lit a cigarette and said calmly.

Do gray animals bark in vain?

George Lynch finally saw the true face of Zhao Chuanxin in Lushan.

This is a handsome-looking oriental man.

What surprised him was Zhao Chuanxin's youth.

Even though his face was covered with beard, he could still carefully see that there was not a single wrinkle on Zhao Chuanxin's face.

His hair was as thick as his beard, but a little messy.

The Chinese man was unlike any other he had ever seen.

From Zhao Chuanxin, George Lynch could not see the slightest bit of temperament called "cowardice".

Che Hezha took the order and led people to escort the prisoners away, leaving a few horses behind for Zhao to drive and deliver messages.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at George Lynch: "What's wrong, you won't leave?"

"I……"

George Lynch was confused.

This person was out of the way, so he could either follow Che and Zha and the others, or follow Zhao Chuanxin.

"You said you are a reporter from The Times? British devils are very brave."

"Uh..." After being scolded, George Lynch didn't dare to show any anger. "Yes, I am a reporter, specializing in writing about war."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "That's great. You can publish the war here in the newspaper, right? Let the whole world see it, right?"

"Yes, sir, I have this ability." George Lynch was not timid. He asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, can you let me see more? It's best to let me take a picture for you. I The equipment is placed in Hailar."

"Forget about the photos." Zhao Chuanxin refused directly: "But I can let you see something."

War is a means, not an end.

The purpose is money and land.

This reporter took the initiative to send it to my door. It was free of charge.

"Leave two people to escort him to Lubin Mansion, and the remaining people will go to Chenba-Erhu to wait for orders."

"Yes, Lord Prefect."

George Lynch asked: "Mr. Zhao, where are you going?"

"sleep."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin really went to sleep.

He returned to the mountainside hut on the Ergun River and slept in his bed.

This day was very tiring.

But around 3 a.m., he was awakened by gunshots.

He went out, climbed a tree and looked into the distance, and heard another gunshot and Ula'ula's roar.

Uneasy, he crossed the Ergun River to look and found several Russian soldiers hunting on the other side of the river.

It should be troops coming from elsewhere to support Manchuria.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back and felt that the mountainside hut was not that safe and he had to find another place.

There happened to be a pheasant that had gotten up early. Its limbs were a little stiff probably because of the cold. As soon as it flew up the tree, Zhao Chuanxin shot it down with an arrow.

Unable to fall asleep after all this trouble, he went back and cut some cabbage and mixed it with some pickles.

Marinate the pheasant meat with soy sauce and oil, soak the dried mushrooms in water and cut into cubes, and cut the pumpkin into fine cubes. Put these into the pot and stir-fry for a while, then add the washed rice and water to make porridge.

With cabbage and pickles, Zhao Chuanxin cooked four bowls of pheasant meat porridge in a row, and the bowls were two large bowls.

After eating and drinking, we rushed towards Lubin Mansion.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

When I arrived at Lubin Mansion, I saw Yao Bing and Rebecca Levi standing in the yard practicing balancing skills.

"Master!"

"Finish practicing first, don't get distracted."

As the morning light faded, Yao Jia and others got up one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the fused quartz glass pot and saw a pot full of steaming porridge. He said boldly: "Come here, everyone. The porridge I cooked for the pheasants I caught for you early in the morning is mushy."

If someone hadn't woken him up, Gao Lu would have slept until dawn.

There's nothing better than waking up early in the morning to a hot meal.

"The prefect is wise."

"The prefect is really diligent and caring for the people."

"The prefect is famous for caring for his subordinates..."

Rainbow farts are awesome.

The porridge is slurping and the cabbage is chewing.

Listening to these sounds, Zhao Chuanxin felt the desire to eat again.

Just as he was about to grab another bowl and hold another one, a Ba-erhu man hurried in: "Your Majesty, the Russian army is gathering in Manzhouli."

Zhao Chuanxin put down the two big bowls angrily: "You're paralyzed, you're like a dog. If you don't come early, you won't come later."

Yao Jia saw that Zhao Chuanxin had not filled the porridge, so he quickly put the last bit of porridge into his bowl.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and went out.

Yao Bing ran out: "Master, I also want to fight."

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to refuse, but after thinking for a while he said, "Okay, I might as well take you to see it as a teacher."

Rebecca Levi was taken aback: "No, it's too dangerous."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't strangle her at all.

Who are you to care about my followers?

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin carrying Yao Bing out, Rebecca Levi said to Yao Jia: "Can you give me some advice?"

Yao Jia pinched Yahuazi and said, "What advice do you have? Wherever the magistrate is around, if a hair on Doubao falls off, I lose."

Lubin Mansion is 3 kilometers south of the West Bridge, and the Russian Army Barracks is about 2 kilometers northeast of the West Bridge. The straight-line distance between Lubin Mansion and the Russian Army Barracks is about 4 kilometers.

The distance can be said to be far or close.

The maximum range of the M1904 gun is 4,200 meters.

Theoretically speaking, we can already reach Lubin Mansion.

But that's just a theoretical value.

And now there are no cannons in Manchuria.

Zhao Chuanxin took Yao Bing to Xidaqiao.

Hu Da and Hu Er placed three Maxims here and arranged manpower for defense.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his mud trowel gloves and built a base in a relatively safe location. There was a passage in the thick stone wall in front, and mercury mirrors were installed at the two corners of the passage.

It's a simple periscope refraction principle.

Zhao Chuanxin put Yao Bing on the platform: "Look, can you see clearly in front of me?"

Yao Bing glanced at it: "Ah!"

How can you see outside?

so amazing!

Zhao Chuanxin opened the periscope port at an angle, allowing him to change the angle and get an overview of the whole situation.

Rebecca Levi came on horseback, and she was really worried about Yao Bing's safety.

"It's just right. You can watch it here with him."

Rebecca Levi was worried that Zhao would reprimand him, so she said: "I have placed the important documents properly."

"Originally I thought they would launch an attack in advance, but now that I'm here it'll be fine." Zhao Chuanxin said confidently while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

Putilov thought they would be able to arrive today and attack Lubin Mansion together with the Russian soldiers in Manchuria.

But they didn't expect to be ambushed by Zhao Chuanxin alone and dispersed the troops.

Hu Da ran over: "Your Majesty, the Russian Lieutenant Colonel Mikhail in Manzhouli is preparing to attack."

Lubin Mansion knew about their attack, and they also knew that Lubin Mansion had set up a defense line here. The spies from both sides had already found out each other's details.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Rebecca Levi: "You two are hiding. Just look here. Even artillery cannot penetrate a wall of this thickness unless armor-piercing bullets are used."

Yao Bing shouted excitedly: "Master, beat the Russians, beat the Russians..."

"Haha..." Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Let's see how Master deals with them."

Just as he was about to leave, Hu Er came again: "Your Majesty, there is a British reporter named George Lynch. He said that you agreed to let him watch the game."

Zhao Chuanxin was slightly startled. If this old boy could arrive at this time, might he have been running all night?