The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin cannot be said to be unaware of these things.

Because on the second day, he noticed the power of faith coming from the west like a landslide and a tsunami on the road.

It was impossible for everyone to agree that he was angry with Cixi to death, so Zhao Chuanxin knew that he would have some fans overseas but not many, but he did not expect it to be so strong.

The reason why it is so strong is because the deaths of Cixi and Guangxu and the pictorial "The Master in the Late Qing Dynasty" confirm each other, which is really miraculous.

Zhao Chuanxin felt like a nouveau riche, and he instantly had the illusion that the power of faith could be used casually.

Now that he knew it was an illusion, Zhao Chuanxin did not activate the Holy Light Channel indiscriminately despite his impulsiveness.

More than two hours later, he arrived in the desert.

Xingyue said: There is no one around, you can throw the grenade out to test its power.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the grenade made by Xingyue last night. This grenade was about the size of an apple, very solid, but not particularly heavy. It looks like a small iron bowl, with a raised safety pin and a hand-pressed double safety on the mouth of the bowl.

Even though it was just a small temporary thing, Xingyue not only perfected all the details, but even drew beautiful patterns on the surface of the grenade.

This can be sold as a finished product.

Pulling out the safety pin, Zhao Chuanxin immediately took off his hand and threw it to the side while speeding.

In an instant, he ran 150 meters away. Piaomiao Journey was drifting sideways, and Zhao Chuanxin turned around to watch.

boom……

Xingyue made this makeshift grenade and it took about four seconds to explode.

Zhao Chuanxin blinked, almost unable to believe his eyes.

Is this a grenade?

At that time, he and Benjamin Goldberg discussed two options. One was the famous wooden handle grenade. In the Battle of Tai-erzhuang, the Sanqianchuan Army used this grenade to defeat the so-called elite 10th Division of the Japs. Can't find the north.

At first, Zhao Chuanxin thought this was some kind of homemade grenade, which was crudely made and had little power. It turned out that he was superficial and was sprayed all over his body by his friends.

Most people, not tough guys, can't handle a grenade with a wooden handle that weighs a pound and contains 200 grams of gunpowder alone.

The other type is the palm mine that is common in the back. It is small in size, weighs 1350 grams, and has a killing range of up to 12 meters. All exposed combatants within 12 meters will lose their combat effectiveness. It can also cause effective damage within 25 meters.

The shock wave and smoke generated by the small apple grenade made by Xingyue after the explosion, Zhao Chuanxin's visual inspection can barely be called flying sand and rocks. After the shattered shrapnel dispersed, it looked like a cloud of mist, which was fine, dense, and numbing. .

Just now, Zhao Chuanxin was throwing away and running fast because he was worried about the tide of Xingyue's craftsmanship. What he made would damage himself eight hundred before it could hurt the enemy a thousand.

Now that the explosion was over, Zhao Chuanxin was relieved and went back to check the power.

According to Xingyue's scan of the metal fragments at the scene, it said: It can incapacitate enemies within 21 meters and effectively kill enemies within 33 meters. At the same weight, the power of Salamander explosives is indeed much greater than TNT.

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes lit up: "Okay, okay, I'll name it Xingyue M1908 grenade. I'll try the new explosive arrow again."

He first set up a stone target and ran to it fifty meters away before stopping. Any further away could not guarantee accuracy.

It is said that Qianlong also asked his guards to prove his ability to shoot an arrow in order to improve Youji's ability to shoot through a poplar leaf at a hundred steps. In the end, he boasted that no one could shoot a poplar leaf from a hundred steps away.

At that time, the strength of their banner men was far from the ability of their ancestors to light up the lights at night. Qianlong was even more inferior and used an amateur's eyes to evaluate the level of professional players.

In the Qing Dynasty, the arrows after entering the pass were all plum needle arrows, and they also shot chainmail.

The long and thick arrows unearthed in the Spring and Autumn Period are incomparable to plum needle arrows. They can be regarded as heavy arrows. The heavy arrows used by Zhao Chuanxin's war bow are that kind of arrows. He has no idea whether they can be shot into stones. I have tried it, but the so-called plum needle arrow may not be able to penetrate the wild boar covered in pine oil. Zhao Chuanxin's heavy arrow can penetrate the body with one arrow without any problem!

Zhao Chuanxin's own ability is the same as Qianlong's bronze rank, but with Xingyue, he is an elite monster, and now he has glasses, Zhao Chuanxin dared to spit at Qianlong from a distance: Cai Bi!

The new burst arrow has a metal head, with a blunt protruding from the front end, and a tapered bulge in the middle of the arrow cluster to reduce wind resistance.

Zhao Chuanxin put it on the bow and tried it, muttering: "It's a little unbalanced and needs improvement."

The glasses provided a crosshair, and Zhao Chuanxin moved the arrow. The feeling of the devil's crystal glasses used to be, and with the addition of his long-term shooting skills after the devil's crystal glasses broke, he is now even more comfortable.

Whoosh...

boom!

Hit the bullseye.

The explosion was not as powerful as the Little Apple, but it was much more powerful than the previous Salamander Skull.

As he continued on his way, Xingyue settled the accounts for him: He could buy oil roots in the City of Runes, and the price was roughly 1 gold coin, which could buy 800 balls of sand, and 328 balls of sand could be refined into salamander explosives. Explosive Mycelium can buy 300 balls of sand for 1 gold coin, and can make a primer of 231 balls of sand. If there is a large-scale acquisition, the price should rise by 50% to 300%.

If there are exports and imports, do we still need to calculate the trade difference? Zhao Chuanxin's brain is not enough.

With Xingyue chattering and running for another two and a half hours, Zhao Chuanxin had arrived at Liangzhou City.

As soon as he arrived outside the city, Zhao Chuanxin noticed something was wrong.

Liangzhou City is full of military and police figures, with one post and one sentry every five steps.

He found a place outside the city to change into a set of tattered coats, put on a tattered hat, and in a slight disguise slipped into the city with the merchant team.

Putting aside other things, Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the store that sold three sets of cars and had a meal.

When Zhao Chuanxin settled the accounts and took out Dayang, the waiter was surprised and asked: "Sir, have you been here? You look good."

Zhao Chuanxin coughed twice: "Ahem, well, this is what I am like, everyone likes me, and I look kind to strangers and acquaintances."

Waiter: "..."

After receiving the change, Zhao Chuanxin tipped the waiter.

The waiter found the bearded man in front of him more and more familiar.

Where have you seen it?

Zhao Chuanxin used to be a frequent visitor here.

Liangzhou City is the goods distribution center in the northwest region. Shopping on the commercial street here is actually more convenient than in the capital city, so you don't have to take unnecessary steps.

Zhao Chuanxin is currently in the testing phase, and the quantity he buys is not large, so he does not have to purchase goods from the source at wholesale prices.

He bought horse paper, gourd seeds, indigo dye, matches, cotton cloth, flax, condiments, porcelain... The Silk Road and the Ancient Tea-Horse Road naturally required silk and tea.

There used to be tea and horse halls in Liangzhou. The livestock in Liangzhou were rare in the world. The famous camellia was used to make horses, so using tea to make horses is not new at all.

Liangzhou people love to drink tea, mainly "Lao Fort" and "Lao Fu Tea", but there are also others.

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to buy everything he saw, and Xingyue advised him: The goods you bought will not sell well.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't listen and insisted on giving it a try, because it was a small profit and he couldn't resist the temptation.

In addition to silk and tea, Zhao Chuanxin also bought a lot of dried fruits, preserved fruits, carpets, bristle brushes, straw handicrafts...

After spending a lot of money, Zhao Chuanxin remembered what he had promised to others?

Sometimes Xingyue understands the horror of what he understands.

Xingyue saw Zhao Chuanxin paused and thought deeply, and immediately reminded him: Do you want to find the little mouse? You promised him to get the Japanese spy female instructor.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped his head: "That's not what it is."

He wore glasses, not the small round glasses that were popular at the time.

He has strong edges and corners, so his glasses are very large, flat at the top and oval at the bottom.

The shape of glasses is usually opposite to the face shape. Hard face shapes wear soft frames, and soft face shapes wear straight frames. Many people buy blindly without understanding the harmony between shape and temperament, which makes them very ugly.

The contrast between his beard and glasses revealed a strange temperament, and he was talking to himself, so pedestrians kept away from him.

"Could he be crazy?"

"Come on, the beating is not worth it..."

Zhao Chuanxin walked outside He Huizhen's courtyard.

The weather was very cold at this time, and the breath turned into frost.

However, under the ginkgo tree outside He Huizhen's courtyard, the little mouse still stayed here to bask in the sun.

He was wearing very thin clothes, his body was covered with patches, his hair was dry and his face was sallow, and he was leaning against the tree and shivering.

He watched helplessly as the county magistrate Mei Shunan took two patrolmen with guns as escorts and got into He Huizhen's home.

"This dog officer, I don't know what the rumors are, he always takes the patrol with him when he goes out." The little mouse spat on the ground. "If I were to be an official, huh, I would need ten patrol officers to go out."

He knew that every time Mei Shunan came over, something bad would happen.

But he was confused and didn't know what the two of them were doing.

It's just the aches and pains in my heart that no bitter medicine can cure.

While he was muttering, he heard someone behind him say: "Let me tell you a story."

Little Mouse's body was shaken. He usually kept his thoughts in his heart, but at this time, tears welled up in his eyes for no reason.

"Shopkeeper Zhao?"

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and said to him: "Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was an ugly duckling. He was ugly, and the ducks laughed at him. Then one day, the ugly duckling grew up, looked at the water, and realized that he was beautiful. It turned out to be a white swan, so no duck dared to laugh at it."

Little Mouse lowered his head in despair: "Shopkeeper Zhao, you promised me..."

"Do you know what this story means?"

The little mouse was very clever: "You want me to work hard and become an official when I grow up, just like the ugly duckling that grows up and turns into a white swan."

"What are you thinking about? I want to tell you that the reason why the ugly duckling became prosperous later was because it was originally a swan. A duck cannot become a swan."

"..." The little mouse felt like he was struck by lightning.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "There is a continuation of this story. Later, among the ducks, the male duck who once laughed at the ugly duckling the most found himself getting uglier. The key to the beauty of the white swan is that the swan can Fly. So I suppressed the white swan and pecked the feathers off its wings with my beak. After that, I stepped on the white swan every day..."

The little mouse was stunned: "This..."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "Do you understand what this story is about?"

"No, I don't understand..." the little mouse said in confusion.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Explanation, if you want to step on the swan, you have to pull the swan to the same height as you."

The little mouse seems to understand.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to He Huizhen's small courtyard and asked, "What do you think they are doing in there?"

"This..." the little mouse scratched his head: "I want to come together and kiss each other..."

"Zhuo, your imagination only stops at kissing, right?" Zhao Chuanxin hated the fact that iron cannot become steel. "Wait here for a while. Come over quickly after you watch the two patrolmen fall to the ground."

The little mouse nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin flashed behind the two patrolmen who were smoking, and slashed with a knife on each side. The two rolled their eyes and fell down immediately.

The little mouse ran wildly with excitement and entered the courtyard.

how to say?

He Huizhen was very particular about hygiene. She kept the courtyard clean and tidy, and the windows were wiped clean. Although the curtains inside the windows were old, they were starched and not dusty at all.

But this woman is such a bitch.

Zhao Chuanxin took Little Mouse to the corner and heard a chirping sound coming from inside.

The little mouse frowned with confusion on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Shopkeeper Zhao? Are they grinding millstones in the house? Miss He doesn't have a millstone or a donkey at home. In my opinion, this Mei Shunan must be trying to please Miss He." Help her with her work.”

"Ah...tui!" Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Mei Shunan is indeed grinding the millstone. Miss He doesn't have a millstone at home, but there is a millstone on Miss He's body. Look, what is this in my hand?"

The little mouse said excitedly: "I know this, it's called a camera, it's a foreign thing..."

Zhao Chuanxin showed a sinister smile on his face: "Let's sneak in later and take pictures of their ugly behavior."

The little mouse was still puzzled: "Why?"

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said, "You'll understand when you see it."

To pick a door and pick a lock, you have to use an elf carving knife. A light knife won't do it because it will make a sound.

Zhao Chuanxin carefully cut the door along the seam with a hair-thin elf carving knife. He was worried that the rusty hinge would make a creaking sound and disturb the couple inside. He even cut off the hinge and dismantled the entire door panel. Come down.

The two of them crept into the house.

When the little mouse saw the strange scene of white flowers on the kang, he was stunned, as if a Krupp 75-caliber field gun had hit him in the head.

Buzzing.

Mei Shunan loves sports and sweats profusely.

But he felt a little cold. Someone had just been sent to repair the room, so why was there still air leaking from all sides?

At this time, I heard a voice saying: "You two, look here."

Mei Shunan and He Huizhen both raised their heads, and their ghostly expressions were cleverly captured by Zhao Chuanxin.

Click...

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "Perfect, here's another one!"

He Huizhen let out a hysterical scream.

Mei Shunan was shocked at first, and then got angry: "Someone is coming, someone is coming, someone is coming..."

"How many people are here?" Zhao Chuanxin directed the little mouse and said, "Go and lift the quilt for them. I want to take a frontal photo."

The little mouse was so angry that he finally understood what Mei Shunan did every time he came.

He screamed and rushed forward. Not only did he pull the quilt, but he also pulled out Mei Shunan's hair: "I'll beat you to death, you bastard..."

Zhao Chuanxin took a deep breath and pressed the shutter - click!

Perfect!

After all, the little mouse was small and lacked strength, so Mei Shunan quickly gained the upper hand.

But the little mouse fought hard and showed his great potential, so the two were evenly matched.

Zhao Chuanxin waited until the little mouse had almost finished venting the anger in his heart and had lost all his strength, then he stepped forward and grabbed Mei Shunan's neck and lifted him up from the kang.

Mei Shunan finally knew she was afraid this time.

What kind of magical power is this?

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to do anything to him. They were just pushing him around. Is it illegal to push him around?

However, He Huizhen stopped screaming, covering herself with a quilt and shivering.

Zhao Chuanxin put down Mei Shunan, who rolled his eyes after being pinched: "It's really disgusting."

I got some water and rinsed the sweat on my hands.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and looked at the little mouse: "Do you still want to play?"

The little mouse looked at Mei Shunan angrily: "I think so."

"Remember, when you say you think about it, you have to look at her, otherwise I will get goosebumps." Zhao Chuanxin pointed at He Huizhen.

Little Mouse: "..."

Although he was angry, he still didn't dare to look at He Huizhen.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up Mei Shunan's clothes as a cushion, then pinched Mei Shunan's arm: "What are you doing if you don't get the fuck out?"

Mei Shunan said loudly: "I am Mei Shunan, the magistrate of Wuwei County..."

He thought this would deter Zhao Chuanxin.

"Hey, I know, isn't it embarrassing enough? Come out quickly." As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin exerted his strength, and Mei Shunan walked out involuntarily. Walking to the door, Zhao Chuanxin raised his camera to He Huizhen again: "Hey, that female technician, if you don't take good care of my little brother, tomorrow the whole Liangzhou will see your ugly appearance. I have a lot of money. Send out a thousand or eight hundred photos."

He Huizhen: "..."

She knows about cameras. She even took photos in Japan and took photos with Soko Kawara.

When Zhao Chuanxin closed the bedroom door, the little mouse's hands and feet were cold, his scalp was numb, and he was staring at the wall in a daze, but he did not dare to turn his head.

He felt that Miss He would definitely be as disgusted with him as before, with a lot of cynicism on the outside.

Unexpectedly, He Huizhen stretched out her arm as white and tender as a lotus root, pulled him out without disdain for his dirty clothes, and said charmingly: "Come up quickly..."

Little Mouse: "..."

My head was buzzing even more.

Then he heard the sound of a slap coming from outside.

That was Zhao Chuanxian beating Mei Shunan.

Because Mei Shunan still wanted to yell, Zhao Chuanxin slapped him both front and back. When Mei Shunan's face was swollen, her mouth was already full of tears when she spoke: "Hey, I want to be swollen..."

"Your name is Nima, are you screaming?" Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and said fiercely: "If you fucking scream again, I will tear your mouth open."

Mei Shunan wilted, hugging her arms and pointing to the clothes on the ground, indicating that he was cold and wanted to put them on.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his chin and agreed. After he finished dressing, he dragged him out of the house.

Only then did Mei Shunan see the two patrolmen who had fainted on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin cut off all the hinge nails that removed the door, re-nailed the hinges in other places, and installed them on the door frame. During this period, Mei Shunan helped to hold on.

The magistrate heard strange noises coming from the house, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot.

"Why are your fucking hands shaking? You're not slapping you anymore, are you?" Zhao Chuanxin glared at Mei Shunan.

Mei Shunan shivered in fright and hurriedly straightened the door, fearing that the hammer in Zhao Chuanxin's hand would hit his head.

After Zhao Chuanxin nailed the door frame, he found that there was a hinge, so he repaired the side of the door so that it could open and close smoothly.

He closed the door and handed Mei Shunan a cigarette, a Lao Dao brand.

He asked: "What happened in Liangzhou recently? Why are there so many military and police guards?"

Hearing this, Mei Shunan suddenly felt that Zhao Chuanxin looked familiar: "I've never seen you before..."

"You haven't seen me before, yet you still put me in jail." Zhao Chuanxin reminded him.

"Is it you?" Mei Shunan remembered.

"Yes, it's me." Zhao Chuanxin threw away the cigarette butt: "May I ask you a question? What happened? Someone escaped from prison again?"

"..." Mei Shunan didn't dare to lie. The man in front of him was a bit evil: "The emperor passed away, and the prefect was worried that someone would make trouble. Someone had gathered to rebel earlier."

"Haha." Zhao Chuanxin knew that it was the work of his apprentice, so he asked, "Then what countermeasures do you have?"

Mei Shunan asked warily: "Are you also a member of the Lao Ciao Association?"

Zhao Chuanxin did not answer, but took out a light knife and gently cut off the little finger of a patrolman on the ground.

The patrolman woke up from the pain and was about to scream when Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked him unconscious again.

Then he asked Mei Shunan: "Are you afraid?"

Mei Shunan was so scared that her body was shaking uncontrollably: "Afraid, afraid."

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "If you don't answer me, I will cut off your fingers next time."

These patrol policemen are working as a slave to the tigers, and they also prey on the common people.

Mei Shunan swallowed: "The prefect has mobilized half of the troops in the northern part of the city to find the stronghold of Lao Chouhui in the desert to the north. He called - Fly to the sky! We will kill them all in one fell swoop!"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids twitched: "How many troops?"

"Three, three hundred people..." This kind of thing should not be leaked, but Mei Shunan still confessed honestly. After all, the immediate safety was more important, and he did not want to be missing a finger.