mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1013 He wants to kill me

The Hague Arms Limitation Commission sent British Commissioner Frost von to the Far East to hold a ten-nation conference.

As soon as Floss von arrived at Hong Kong Island, he took a boat north without stopping.

He secretly landed at Port Arthur and, under the arrangement of the Japanese, took a train to South Korea.

However, as soon as they arrived in Maoshan County, they were stopped by the Beishui Army on the border: "Japanese are not allowed to cross the border."

The Japanese accompanying him argued: "I am not a soldier, I am a reporter."

The soldiers of the Backwater Army pricked up their eyes, held cigarettes confiscated from the dead Japanese soldiers, pointed at the sign and said arrogantly: "Japanese and dogs are not allowed to enter. Are you blind? Can't you see it?"

The Japanese were so angry that they shouted: "You are insulting our Great Japanese Empire!"

"Insult you?" The soldier of the Beishui Army laughed and said, "I'm going to fucking kill you. If you don't get out of here, I'll shoot you. Mr. Zhao will definitely not blame me."

When the Japanese heard "Mr. Zhao", they were startled.

He didn't want to have his jaw broken off or his skin peeled off and his tendons pulled out.

Floss von watched coldly and interrupted: "Japanese are not allowed to enter. I am a British reporter, so it should be okay, right?"

The soldier hesitated, and the person next to him pulled his sleeve and whispered, "We don't have any secrets here, so don't offend anyone. It's better to let him in. One person can't cause any big trouble."

So, Floss von was let in.

The Beishui Army was recruiting only a small number of soldiers, so it could only take into account Maoshan, Huining and Wencheng, all of which were along the river.

There are always people patrolling the streets and alleys.

Frost von observed the areas affected by the war, and whenever he wanted to interview the local Korean people, he was always stopped by the Backwater Army: "This place is under investigation, you cannot enter."

Frost von went to the next place and the same thing happened.

He finally realized that the Beishui Army was deliberately making things difficult for him.

As he was hesitating, someone suddenly pulled him into a small courtyard.

The man was wearing a suit and tie, had a 3:7 hairstyle, and a round face. He whispered to him in American English: "Hello, I'm Li Zaiming. Are you a British reporter? Which newspaper are you from?"

Flos Von rolled her eyes. “Are you American? Or Korean?”

“Korean.”

Frost Feng's eyes lit up: "I'm here to investigate Zhao Chuanxin."

Li Zaiming asked cautiously: "Why investigate him?"

Floss von judged that Lee Jae-myung was not on the same front as the Backwater Army because of his sneaky behavior, so he took a gamble and said, "To be honest, I am an investigator sent by the Hague Arms Limitation Commission. My name is Floss von."

Li Zaiming slapped the wall and said, "Well, the evildoer has gotten his comeuppance. I know everything you want to know."

……

Quetzalan.

The more than 300 people in front were like a mighty army on the path, and the dust was flying everywhere.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out of the yard and stood on the dirt road, alone.

soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

From a distance, the man saw Zhao Chuanxin and reined in his horse.

The captain in the lead was Sabino Canovas.

He hid in the crowd and asked, "Does anyone recognize the man in front, is he John Constantine?"

Someone nodded: "Yes, I met him once in Ecatlan."

Sabino Canovas hid himself even deeper and said, "Everyone, since this man doesn't run away, he is either determined to fight to the death or he will surrender. In any case, we are here this time, firstly, we have received orders from General Huerta, and secondly, we have the reward given by the Catholic Church. I guess he has no helpers, so we will kill him by escaping. Whoever kills John Constantine will receive a reward of 100 pesos. As for his White House Tavern, I have reserved it. I heard that this man has considerable assets. If we find extra money, we will deal with it later..."

Before anything else, Sabino Canovas had already begun planning how to divide the credit and spoils.

A police officer from the Veracruz State Patrol said: "If this man is lucky enough to survive and falls into my hands, I don't want the reward. I just want to torture him to death and avenge my people."

Sabino Canovas: “Yes.”

Then, someone rode up and when he was close enough, he shouted, "John Constantine, please put down your weapons. We will not torture you, but take you to Mexico City to be dealt with by General Huerta."

Later, the captain of the Veracruz State Mounted Patrol Police was anxious: "You promised me that if he wasn't dead, you would hand him over to me? Why did you go back on your word?"

Sabino Canovas said cheerfully: "Why rush? This is just to trick him into surrendering."

"Oh, I see. I'm relieved then."

On the opposite side, Zhao Chuanxin held a Mondragon rifle in his right hand and a cigar in his left hand, and waved at the person who was shouting.

The man was furious when he saw that he dared to provoke him, and he raised his rifle and pulled the bolt while on horseback.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

boom.

The man was immediately dismissed.

When the people behind saw this, they rushed forward at Sabino Canovas' command.

After all, Mondragon is the world's first semi-automatic rifle, so Zhao Chuanxin doesn't have to waste time pulling the bolt frequently, he can just raise the gun and fire in bursts.

bang, bang, bang...

Every shot brought down a man.

The other side was horrified, and the cavalry suddenly dispersed to both sides. No one wanted to be a living target.

bang bang bang...

At the same time, they began to fight back on horseback.

Aguilera Ida and his four companions hid behind the low wall of the White House Tavern, looking anxious, and warned, "Don John Constantine, hide quickly."

However, Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear to him and moved like Pan Zhoudan, miraculously avoiding two more accurate bullets.

By the way, load the gun and pull the bolt.

bang, bang, bang...

Continue to kill one kid with each shot.

The shooting continued over there. Zhao Chuanxin continued, "Please welcome Pan Zhoudan, please welcome Pan Zhoudan, please welcome Pan Zhoudan..."

The four people hiding behind the low wall were stunned.

I'm confused, what's going on?
Zhao Chuanxin activated the Golden Bell Cover, and with Xingyue's reminders on where to move, he was always able to escape danger. Even if there were any fish that slipped through the net, they would be caught by the Golden Bell Cover. From a distance, it looked as if he had dodged all the bullets.

He continued firing, drawing heat from the barrel with the Old God's Crucible Brand.

Sabino Canovas was also confused.

Their charge within a hundred meters should have been impressive, enough to scare John Constantine away. However, within a few dozen meters, at least twenty of their own men fell.

One-tenth of the number of people may not sound like a lot, but people's hearts are complicated, so it's not like that. More than 20 people were brought down, and the enemy was running around aimlessly, but not a single bullet hit him. This was a fatal blow to morale.

The people in front had already run to the woods on both sides, pretending to find cover, but in fact they didn't want to be the first to stand out.

After all, it is a joint law enforcement by rural patrol teams from many places. They are a motley crowd and the signs of their behavior have already begun to show.

Sabino Canovas hid in the crowd. Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people in front of him, he turned his horse and went into the woods nearby.

Even the leader is hiding in the bushes, let alone others?
So, Aguire Ida and others behind the low wall saw a strange sight—the joint law enforcement team was dispersed by Zhao Chuanxin alone...

"Bleach..."

"This is impossible……"

"I must be dazzled..."

"Is it luck?"

Soon there were only thirty or forty people left on the road. They looked at their accomplices running into the woods in confusion, like headless flies.

Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Chuanxin changed the magazine.

The 10-round detachable magazine is something Zhao Chuanxin did deliberately and low-key.

Otherwise the 30-round magazine would be even more deadly.

bang, bang, bang...

A kid with a shot.

The rest of the people understood and ran into the woods yelling.

It was hot and everyone looked greasy.

Although Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of the cold or the heat, he still felt uncomfortable. He took off his clothes, bare his strong upper body, put the Mondragon rifle behind his neck, and slowly walked towards the woods with his hands.

Aguire Ida and the other three looked at each other.

Even more confused was the landowner Camilo Torick who was hiding in the back watching the battle with a telescope.

"What happened? Shouldn't John Constantine be beaten to a pulp? Why did the joint law enforcement team hide in the woods first?"

His newly recruited thugs, who no longer dared to bully others in the town, were also puzzled when they heard this: "It seems that John Constantine dodged all the bullets, and the other side suffered heavy casualties."

"But how is this possible?"

Nothing is impossible. Zhao Chuanxin walked forward with a gun on his shoulder. Suddenly, his lower body stopped moving, his upper body twisted, and his shoulders sank slightly.

boom.

It turned out that there was a sharpshooter in the woods aiming at him and shooting.

Maybe there was something wrong with this man's gun and the trajectory was off, or maybe his hand was not steady when he drew the gun. In short, the ballistic trajectory given by Xingyue's calculation was wrong. If there was no Golden Bell Cover, the bullet would have hit Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

There was an arc-shaped area in front of Zhao Chuanxin, which seemed to be filled with white smoke. There was a flash for a moment, and the rifle bullet fell to the ground.

The sharpshooter on the other side had excellent eyesight and also saw this scene. He rubbed his eyes, thinking he had seen it wrong.

The hand that was rubbing the eyes just dropped.

Bang. The sharpshooter fell headfirst, his skull blown off by Mondragon's bullet.

The joint law enforcement team was in an uproar, dismounted and hid in the woods to fight back.

bang bang bang...

Zhao Chuanxin slowly bent down and walked to the bushes on the other side. Before he disappeared, he turned back and fired a shot.

Another person was shot and died in the northwest.

A policeman from the joint law enforcement team was hiding behind a tree and peeking around. Suddenly he felt a chill on his neck. He just lowered his head and saw the cold light of a bayonet out of the corner of his eye.

laugh……

An artery is lacerated.

The man felt pain in his neck and tried to turn around in panic, but Zhao Chuanxin held his shoulders, forced him to move his body, pulled his wrist and pulled the trigger.

boom.

The man's gunshot hit his companion in the chest.

bang bang bang...

Bullets flew in the forest.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against a bald cypress tree, put out his cigar, picked a piece of rush and put it in his mouth to change the magazine, and listened to the sound of gunfire with a smile.

When the police from the joint law enforcement team heard the silence, they thought John Constantine was injured or shot dead, so they cautiously surrounded this side.

When they got closer, someone noticed that behind the tree trunk, at a height of one person, there were leaves of rush swaying.

The rushes evidently could not grow there, so someone must be gnawing at them.

So he made a gesture and about thirty people gathered around him.

The man suddenly dodged and went around the trunk of the bald cypress tree. He saw a small hole on the trunk. A slender leaf of rush was stuck in the hole, swaying in the wind.

"..."

His heart skipped a beat and he heard the leaves rustling softly above his head. When he looked up, it was too late.

There was a pain on the top of my head; the bayonet had pierced my skull.

There were more than thirty people, standing closely together.

The others saw this and instinctively opened fire.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the nearest person and pulled him over, then turned his back to him and shot behind him with his gun.

Bang. A person at the back was killed.

Afterwards, the person who took the blame suffered, his back was covered in blood from being shot by his companions.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the man backwards and bumped into someone's arms.

The man felt a pain in his abdomen. It turned out that Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada was holding the sword upside down and piercing the corpse into the abdomen of the man behind him.

Kill two birds with one stone.

Zhao Chuanxin drew his knife and quickly stretched his head to the left.

The person behind him aimed at the back of his head and shot eagerly. As soon as the gunshot rang out, Zhao Chuanxin's head had already shrank back and popped out from the right.

The rest fired to the right.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened his head again.

When they pulled the bolt, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward, drew a horizontal line, chopped down to cut the abdomen, drew another horizontal line again, chopped with the robe, and cut one person on each side of the huge wheel.

The more panicked you are, the harder it is to pull the trigger.

These people had been neglecting training in their daily lives and could not be considered regular troops. At this time, they were even more out of control. Seeing John Constantine holding a knife and killing six people in a crowd of gunmen, they were both angry at his arrogance and very scared.

Zhao Chuanxin used the Xingyi dragon-shaped sword's technique of turning clouds and rain to challenge two people in a row.

Finally, someone pulled the bolt and raised the muzzle of the gun. Zhao Chuanxin turned around and kicked sideways. As the man flew out, he was thinking - why don't you continue to use the knife according to the routine?

Then he crashed into a tree, his internal organs dislocated and blood gushed out of his mouth and nose.

Some people simply threw away their guns, fearing that the guns would hinder their escape in the woods.

Someone ran for some distance, then turned around and prepared to shoot, thinking - now let's see how you use the knife?

But Zhao Chuanxin swung the knife downwards and stabbed it into the back of a man who was not dead yet, and the handle of the knife shook left and right.

Zhao Chuanxin also had a Colt 6-round single-action rifle in his hand.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang.

When the smoke cleared, six people fell to the ground.

No matter it's a rifle against a single sword, or a rifle against a revolver, when you are unmatched, the reaction is the same - turn around and run.

Camilo Torick, his thugs, Aguirre Ida and four others were watching from afar when they saw more than ten riders suddenly emerge from the woods on the right, and more of them abandoned their horses and ran on their own two legs.

Sabino Canovas was incredulous: "Were they driven out by John Constantine?"

"Uh...it seems so."

Sabino Canovas made a prompt decision: "Retreat, retreat first, and then we'll deal with him later..."

But my subordinates knew that this guy was scared.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

Even though it's 300 to 1, no one wants to die.

A rural cavalry patrol team composed mostly of bandits and bullies. What honor can they have?

When there is benefit, they rush in; when their lives are in danger, they scatter.

They mounted their horses and emerged from the woods. Sabino Canovas' teammates offered sacrifices to the gods, exerted boundless magical powers, and sped away into a cloud of dust.

The rest of the people fled for their lives crying for their parents.

Camilo Torick looked carefully and saw a man coming out of the woods. This man was tall and very strong, with his upper body naked. He went into the woods covered with thorns and vines, but came out without a single scratch on his body.

Isn't that John Constantine?
Who is this person?

Such ferocity is unheard of.

Only then did Camilo Torick realize that his few small soldiers were destined to be no match for this man.

After many thoughts, he suddenly realized that apart from taking advantage of the situation, he had no other way to deal with John Constantine.

Is he going to gather a team of thousands of people?

He didn't have the money to support so many people, and even if he did, thousands of them would probably turn against him as a landlord.

After Zhao Chuanxin came out, he was still full of murderous intent and wanted to give chase, but he felt that now was not the time to reveal his identity.

He mounted a horse and returned to the courtyard of the White House Tavern.

Aguirre Ida and the other three were amazed by his beauty: "Don John Constantine..."

I really can't find enough words to describe my feelings at this moment.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the four men, "Go to the woods and get your horses, chase them and see where they are. Ajulei, wear this."

As he said this, he handed a bronze eye to Aguilera Ida.

Aguilera Ida was familiar with this: "Ah, it's this amulet again. Don't worry, Don John Constantine, I will definitely hang it outside my clothes. I know the rules."

He obviously misunderstood something.

Zhao Chuanxin did not explain. After the four of them left together, Zhao Chuanxin walked towards Camilo Torick.

Camilo Torick and his new thugs were so frightened that their hands and feet went numb. They dared not say a word and could only pray that Zhao Chuanxin was not coming for them.

Zhao Chuanxin, who knew him well, stood in front of the stone and said calmly, "Get out."

Camilo Torick and the thugs stood up stiffly: "I..."

Zhao Chuanxin's eyelids twitched, and murderous intent was revealed.

At this moment, a little fat man came running over with a hatchet in his hand: "Don John Constantine, I'll help you beat the bad guys..."

It was Juvencio Torque, the stupid son of the big landowner Camilo Torque.

Seeing the little fat boy running out of breath and his face pale, Zhao Chuanxin's anger finally dissipated, and he grinned and said, "You're here, come on, I'll treat you to some Russian soda, chilled with well water, Shakou."

When he walked back to the White House with Juvencio Torric, who ignored his father.

Camilo Torick sat exhausted on the stone, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to the thugs: "I am sure he wanted to kill me just now. Yes, he wanted to kill me... Huh... If Juvencio hadn't appeared, I would have died, dead, you know?"

At this moment, Camilo Torick, the local tyrant of Quetzalan, no longer had the desire to compete with the newly rising John Constantine.

Isn’t it good to be alive?
The thugs agreed with this.

……

The city of Torreón.

Tan Yingzong of the Royalist Party brought a group of Royalist party members to where Liu Shenqi was staying.

When Liu Shenqi saw Tan Yingzong, he stepped back in fear, knocking over the teacup on the table: "I have already given Kang Nanhai money for the passage, you, you, what else do you want to do?"

Tan Yingzong smiled with a fake smile: "Master Kang said before he left that the crisis of the clan society has not been resolved, and Mr. Liu is a loyal and righteous man. He will definitely hand over his property to us as the property of the Royalist Protection Association. What do you think, Mr. Liu?"

Liu Shenqi was annoyed and afraid: "Does Kang Nanhai think that he can cover the sky with one hand? When Liu returns to China, he will definitely publicize his ugly face to the world. Kang Nanhai is indeed a hypocrite, a jumping clown, and an insatiable villain! You and I are both Chinese. We should help each other in a foreign land. We are fellow countrymen..."

Tan Yingzong interrupted with a sneer: "Mr. Liu, you still naively think that you can return home safely? Come on, teach Mr. Liu some tricks and let him have a taste of the fists and feet of his fellow countrymen."

Liu Shenqi was desperate - in a foreign land, especially overseas, the people you can least trust are your own people...

He cried out in his heart - who can come and save me...

(End of this chapter)