mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1007: Lacking a sacrifice, I'll lend you my whole family's head

Feng Yuzheng and others stood up suddenly, and the Korean women around them turned pale.

Among these women, Zhao Chuanxin saw an acquaintance - Zhang Chaoyue.

He shot a short film here that year, exposing and even vilifying the Japanese, and one of the protagonists was Zhang Chaoyue.

Zhang Chaoyue also recognized Zhao Chuanxin and stammered, "Mr. Zhao, it's none of my business..."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at her coldly and looked at Feng Yuzheng.

Feng Yuzheng took a step back and said in a timid tone: "No matter who you are, I warn you, I am under the protection of Captain Tono Takaki of the 19th Army of Japan. If you dare to mess around, I will make you die without a burial place."

Zhao Chuanxin patted his chest and said, "If Zhao wasn't so brave, I would have been scared to death by you."

Feng Yuzheng: “…”

The lackey next to him scolded: "You dare to come here and act wild without even asking who Master Feng is. Don't even think about leaving this door today."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "You are right. Except for Feng Yuzheng, no one else can leave today."

After hearing this, Feng Yuzheng thought that Zhao Chuanxin was concerned about his reputation and not the others, so he became bolder and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said sternly: "Get out of here immediately. I will pretend that nothing happened. Otherwise, hmph..."

Zhang Chaoyue reached behind him, feeling for the table and chairs to avoid tripping, and backed away carefully. There was a screen, and behind the screen was a corridor leading to the backyard, where there was a back door.

She was the only person present who knew Zhao Chuanxin's identity, so how could she not know Butcher Zhao's methods?

When Zhao Chuanxin said no one can leave, that meant no one can leave, and it was no joke.

It’s better to get away as soon as possible.

As soon as I touched the screen, there was a "whoosh" sound.

Zhang Chaoyue's eyes were wide open, with a bloody hole between his eyebrows. He held on to the screen, trying not to fall down for a while.

Everyone in the room was shocked. How dare they kill someone?

Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun, took out the Chun Guang sword, suddenly stepped forward, and chopped with great force.

chi chi chi...

The lackeys didn't have time to react and their arms and legs flew everywhere. The sharpness of the 32 blades was so strong that even the old emperor couldn't withstand it, let alone ordinary people.

The sword of spring light is so sharp that it can first break a person's limbs and then cause pain.

Several people were cut into sticks and wailed in fear on the ground.

Feng Yuzheng felt hot in his crotch and wet his pants.

"No, no, no, don't kill me..." Feng Yuzheng lost seven spirits out of three souls.

The other women opened their bloody mouths and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Don't be silly, ladies, I don't kill women."

After saying that, he pointed the Chun Guang Sword repeatedly.

chi chi chi...

Several women couldn't scream anymore.

Because the Spring Sword entered the mouth and came out from the back of the head, the tongue was broken first. Some people did not die, but were hissing and unable to make any sound.

"I'll let you scream again." Zhao Chuanxin spat, showing no mercy to her.

Feng Yuzheng felt cold all over and was so frightened that his brain almost shut down.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, grabbed Feng Yuzheng's braid, and dragged him out.

His scalp was pulled so hard that it hurt, and Feng Yuzheng couldn't even cry out in pain because his tense vocal cords didn't work properly.

When I went out, the threshold hit my forehead and left a bump.

When Zhao Chuanxin arrived at the yard, Ge Yunpeng had already led his men to clean up the mess and slaughtered all the guards.

In recent years, they have been fighting the Japanese to death all year round and are accustomed to the battlefield. They can kill a few people without blinking an eye.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Ge Yunpeng: "Take some people to cut some wood and bring it back, and the rest of you go into the house to search for money."

When the wood arrived, Zhao Chuanxin had someone hold Feng Yuzheng down while he hammered the wood.

An X shape was nailed to the main trunk of a wooden pile, with horizontal beams above and below the X shape.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a piece of iron and melted it into a thick iron nail using the old god's crucible mark.

At this time, Feng Yuzheng finally recovered and shouted: "Please spare my life, my money is all yours, please let me go..."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned at him: "I don't have any hands or feet, can't I take the money myself? Let you go? Will Liu Danzi agree to let you go? Let you go, will those dead soldiers of the Backwater Army agree to let you go?"

Feng Yuzheng's hands and feet turned cold when he heard this.

In fact, I had some guesses in my mind before, but when the disaster came, there was no chance of luck.

"I, I, I..." It is really impossible to flatter others or confuse right and wrong.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at the wooden rack that had fallen to the ground and said, "Put him on it."

Feng Yu was struggling desperately, but four burly men held down his hands and feet, and he could not move.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a nail, pressed it on his palm, and hammered it down with a hammer.

"Ow..."

When the soldiers of the Backwater Army saw this, they felt refreshed, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over them in the hottest days of summer.

Zhao Chuanxin changed his palm and smashed it down.

"Ow..."

Two feet.

Feng Yu was gasping for breath in pain, his face pale, half from pain and half from fear.

Zhao Chuanxin took two steps back to look at it, shook his head and said, "The word 'Tai', um, fix it."

As he spoke, "bang", it hit the center.

"Ouch..."

Ge Yunpeng's scalp tingled and he clamped his legs together.

Zhao Chuanxin asked them to dig a hole, while he carried the wooden frame and straightened it up with all his strength, which was astonishing.

He carried the wooden frame to the edge of the pit, put it in, and asked people to fill it with stones and soil. After a while, the wooden frame was upright.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up and, under Feng Yuzheng's horrified gaze, carved three words on the wooden frame - Pillar of Shame.

Feng Yuzheng was not pretending to be a hero, he was just in great pain and shouted, "Kill me."

Then he patted Feng Yuzheng's cheek and said, "I'll let you suffer here, slowly killing you with pain, you traitor, you deserve to die the most."

Feng Yuzheng shouted: "Even if I become a ghost, I will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin: "Oh, I'm so scared. My name is Zhao Chuanxin. When you become a ghost, don't forget your name and find the wrong person."

At first, the Beishui Army did have a close relationship with Zhao Chuanxin.

But later, it was said that Zhao Chuanxin first broke up with Lugang Town, and then with the Beishui Army.

Feng Yuzheng originally thought that this matter had nothing to do with Zhao Chuanxin, but he never expected that...

"Mr. Zhao, please spare me... No, please kill me, I deserve to die."

"Yes, you deserve a slow death."

"No, he deserves death."

"Yes, die slowly."

Feng Yuzheng: “…”

Zhao Chuanxin only left two people to guard against this guy, to prevent him from escaping, although that was unlikely.

Then he took the rest away.

The people around waited until the gunfire stopped and then tentatively moved closer to join in the fun.

This sight scared me so much.

"Mr. Feng was nailed to the pillar."

"My vitals were nailed to the bone. How tragic."

"It's what he deserves. He was the one who killed Brigadier General Liu."

When Zhao Chuanxin brought Ge Yunpeng and others to the riverside, the Japanese troops on the other side had already heard the news and were ready to fight.

Here, a group of new troops from the imperial court were secretly investigating.

Someone went back to report to Wu Luzhen.

Wu Luzhen asked excitedly: "Are you sure it's Zhao Chuanxin who's here?"

"Yes, the people said that Zhao Chuanxin had come. In half an hour, he killed 2,000 Japanese soldiers. The bodies were still there, and the weapons had not been surrendered. The people did not dare to move forward, and the Japanese soldiers on the other side did not dare to come over to collect the bodies."

In just one hour, they killed two battalions of Japanese troops?
Wu Luzhen thought that this killing was even more brutal than in Liaodong. No wonder Zhang Zuolin said that Zhao Chuanxin was stronger than before and his art of killing was reaching perfection.

He slammed his fist on the table: "Good kill, I wish I could fight with Brother Tan Gong."

The subordinates murmured in their hearts: Looking at the battle situation, you may be able to kill at most one Japanese soldier if you go up, but the man named Zhao has already killed 1999 of them.

This kind of war is already unbelievable.

Wu Luzhen said excitedly: "Go check again! No, I will go myself."

"You're not waiting for the telegram from the court?"

"If you wait any longer, the flowers will wither."

After going out, Wu Luzhen found out more information.

Zhao Chuanxin led the remnants of the navy and went to Tianbaoshan Silver Mine first, nailing Feng Yuzheng to the pillar of shame.

"happy."

……

That night, the moon was waning, but there was only a hole in it, after all, it was only a few days after the fifteenth day.

On this side of the river, Ge Yunpeng asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, shall we start fighting?"

"Yes, I'm going big."

"Sir, how far are we going to fight?" Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigar. "Bone bones are exposed in the wild, and no roosters crow for a thousand miles."

Ge Yunpeng wiped the sweat from his forehead, but ended up with a smeared face.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, let's catch that Tono Takaki. I'm going to skin him alive and remove his tendons and bones to avenge the brigade commander."

Zhao Chuanxin said, "You guys wait here, and when the fighting stops, cross the river and surrender your weapons."

"This……"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't give him time to refute. He put on his glasses, looked far away at the other side of the river, and his figure suddenly disappeared.

Ge Yunpeng and the others were surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin disappear right before their eyes: "Sir, your magical powers are vast, far beyond the past. It seems that your cultivation has improved a lot."

"Is this a magic technique?"

"It doesn't matter whether it is magic or witchcraft."

The Japanese were also observing with telescopes.

The light was dim at night and it was hard to see clearly.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared, and the scout was startled: "Huh? Where's he?"

The next moment, his neck was cut off by the light blade and his head fell to the ground. Only then did he see Zhao Chuanxin looking down at the direction of the Japanese position.

Before the scout's brain stopped functioning, he was still thinking: How come it came here so suddenly?

Then I heard Zhao Chuanxin say, "Xingyue, detect the distribution of the Japanese troops for me and find the most densely populated areas. I will set up the Rain of Pear Blossom Needles."

The scout thought to himself: What is the Heavy Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?
Zhao Chuanxin disappeared again, and the scouts heard dense and frightening gunfire.

bang bang bang...

Bullets were like rain, enemy lines were like tides, and the soft moonlight was like cutting wheat straw.

The biggest headache for the Japanese army was that Zhao Chuanxin moved east and west, left and right, and they couldn't catch him.

Even the artillery could not be used.

Tono Takaki asked: "Has Zhao Chuanxin reached the minefield?"

"This... I really don't know."

As soon as the words fell, boom boom boom...

The sound of mine explosions came one after another.

Tono Takaki's eyes lit up: "Go and see if Zhao Chuanxin was killed by the bomb."

Zhao Chuanxin was naturally not killed in the explosion, but many Japanese soldiers were killed.

It turned out that Xingyue detected a landmine, and Zhao Chuanxin asked the digging puppet to dig it out carefully and rearranged a small minefield.

Then he flashed behind the enemy line and built a temporary machine gun position on the sandbar to fire indiscriminately.

The machine gun position was surrounded by ambushes from all sides. The Japanese army would not miss this opportunity and immediately completed the encirclement.

There was a mine on one side, and the Japanese army suffered heavy casualties.

By the time they bypassed the minefield and advanced to the flank of the heavy machine gun position, Zhao Chuanxin had already put away his gun and left, turning into sand.

Zhao Chuanxin circled around twice, but Xingyue still couldn't find where Tono Takaki was.

He teleported back to Quetshalan and went to sleep.

In Longjing, Wu Luzhen had no mood to sleep. His men kept reporting: "They attacked. I don't know what weapons they used. In a few breaths, a large number of Japanese soldiers were killed or wounded. At least three or four hundred people."

"Somehow, the Japanese army stepped on the mines they had laid, resulting in dozens of casualties."

"The Japanese attacked the machine gun positions, causing dozens of casualties."

"The Iron Lump killed and wounded hundreds of Japanese soldiers. The battlefield shifted towards Huining and did not dare to go deep into South Korea."

Wu Luzhen was secretly shocked that the Japanese were completely led by Zhao Chuanxin.

In a short period of time, three battalions of Japanese troops were killed, and one-fifth of the 1th Corps was gone.

He hurriedly asked, "Where is Zhao Tan Gong?"

"I don't know. The Japanese were looking around aimlessly, but there were no more gunshots."

Wu Luzhen couldn't sleep at all: "Go and see if Ge Yunpeng's group is still there, and remind them to retreat at night, otherwise the Japanese will come back and their small number of people will be wiped out in one encounter."

"Yes."

However, the soldiers of the Backwater Army carried Liu Yonghe's coffin and looked for a place with good feng shui. Although it was at the edge of a field, there was moss growing on the tree trunks, green moss overgrown on the bluestones, no thorns growing, fox tracks and rabbit holes, a gurgling brook, and the wind gathered to hide their shapes.

They were not Feng Shui masters, but after thinking it over, they decided, "There is no better place to bury our brigade commander. Mr. Zhao will definitely be satisfied."

However, there was a family guarding the fields who had moved here from the other side of the river. The father was called Li Fengsheng, the son was called Li Bingrun, and they had all the female family members, making for a complete and happy family.

Li Fengsheng was leaning on his hoe. Seeing these people in ragged clothes carrying a coffin, they actually wanted to bury him on his land. He hurried over and said with his neck stiff, "This is my family's land."

Several soldiers looked at each other and said, "Sir, judging from your accent, you must have come from the other side in recent years, right? The person in the coffin is not someone else, but Liu Yonghe, the brigade commander of the Backwater Army, a hero who fought against the Japanese invaders. We see that your land has good feng shui, so we want to bury the hero here. Please be flexible, sir."

There are many Koreans in the local area.

The Jiandao conflict also originated from this.

But when the Beishui Army was in charge, they treated everyone equally, collected taxes, and those who promised to settle down were all Chinese.

So this person has the confidence to speak.

After all, logically speaking, the other party is the outsider.

Unexpectedly, Li Fengsheng hit the ground with his hoe: "Back to the water army? No one can be buried here. This piece of land has been chosen by me. I will be buried here after I die. No one can occupy it."

After all, the Beishui Army was defeated by the Japanese army, and even the leader Liu Danzi was tortured to death.

To be honest, Li Fengsheng didn't take these beggar-like characters seriously.

Several people looked very unhappy.

Someone said sinisterly, "Sir, do you look down on the Backwater Army? We have been busy these days and don't have much money. Come back with the land occupation silver to reward us someday. We will guard the coffin until tomorrow morning and bury Brigadier General Liu first. We can talk about the rest later."

Li Fengsheng saw that the other side had several people, while he was alone. A wise man would not suffer a loss, so he paused his hoe, left angrily, and said as he walked: "Okay, you bury the body on my land. If there are tomb robbers digging up the grave and destroying the family, or if there are naughty children who come and flatten the grave, don't blame me for not reminding you."

"you……"

Several people were furious.

Just as he was about to get angry, one of them said in a deep voice, "We shouldn't make trouble right now. Tomorrow, we will bring more people to the old man's house and teach him a lesson. Otherwise, there is no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days. Let the brigade commander rest in peace first."

As a result, Liu Yonghe was buried before sunrise the next day, and it went without saying that a tombstone was erected.

The weeds around the grave had just been cleared, and everyone was crying and saying some eulogies.

At this time, Li Fengsheng, along with his son Li Bingrun and the women in his family, as well as relatives, friends and neighbors, came in a rush, holding axes, pickaxes, kitchen knives, sickles...

"Well, you unreasonable thieves, you actually buried someone in my house?"

"I'm going to dig up your graves today!"

Since they were carrying a coffin, several people did not bring guns.

When you see these people coming, be prepared to fight them to the death.

At this time, a voice came: "Whose grave are you going to dig?"

The sound is so loud and has great penetrating power that it can immediately quiet down the place even if it is noisy.

Li Fengsheng turned around with his eyes wide open: "I will dig up Liu Danzi's grave today. Your navy was defeated by the Japanese. Don't think you can come here and show off your power!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a tall figure suddenly appeared in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and looked at Li Fengsheng quietly: "Since you are old, how about I give you some money and ask you to get out of here quickly?"

After all, he is a reasonable man and usually doesn't bother with ordinary people.

When Li Bingrun heard the man telling his father to get lost, he pulled his father away, stood in front of him, and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Who the hell do you think you are? Oh, ah..."

It turned out that one of his hands was cut off, with a neat cut.

Of course it was Zhao Chuanxin who slashed with the light blade.

No one can get away with pointing at him, no one!

Someone said to Zhao Chuanxin, "Sir, this family is from South Korea on the other side of the river. They came here to farm many years ago and refused to leave. Later, our Beishui Army governed this place and treated them equally. Unexpectedly, we just asked for a piece of land to bury Brigadier General Liu, but they said they wanted to dig up his grave and rob his tomb, and even flatten his head."

At this time, Li Fengsheng saw that his son's hand was disabled, and he rushed up screaming and holding a hoe.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "It just so happens that I was visiting the grave the other day and was short of offerings, so I'll lend you my head."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, grabbed the hoe, struggled over, turned the tip of the hoe and swung it at Li Fengsheng's neck.

As he dug, half of the hoe bit into Li Fengsheng's neck.

chi chi chi...

The artery was cut and blood gushed out like a fountain.

The people behind saw this and shouted, "Kill people! The Backwater Army is killing people! Let's fight them shoulder to shoulder! There are only a few of them..."

From their accents, Zhao Chuanxin could tell that these people were from the same family and all spoke Korean.

He took out three cigarettes, lit them, took a puff, placed the cigarettes behind the grave, stood up and drew out Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada.

You can't use the Spring Sword, it's too fast, there will be less pain, and the sacrifice will lack sincerity.

shuh...

Li Bingrun, who was holding his broken wrist, moved his head first.

Li Fengsheng fell to the ground, covering the bleeding neck with his eyes wide open, tears of blood flowing from his cloudy old eyes. At this moment, he was still holding his neck as usual, and it was obvious that his tendons were not broken.

Zhao Chuanxin came up to him and looked down at him: "Don't you like to stick your neck out? Don't you want to dig a grave? Old man, I will use the heads of your whole family to commemorate Liu Yonghe who has protected you for so many years."

Swish!
Cut it down with one knife.

Now, he will have to stick his neck out forever.

Li Fengsheng's final expression was no longer anger, but fear.

Apparently it was Zhao Chuanxin's last words that froze his fear forever.

The people who were coming from behind saw that Zhao Chuanxin killed people without blinking an eye and beheaded people as he said, so they stopped in their tracks and retreated in horror.

"Want to leave?" Zhao Chuanxin shook off the blood on the blade and said, "Don't even think about running away today!"

(End of this chapter)