mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1055 What I'm talking about are the rules!

Hazama Shigure was furious: "Baka, I don't care if you are a Qing official or someone from the commercial port, you are in trouble."

Shibata wanted to make Jiro even angrier, but after all, he had the cards, and it was not his place to deal with such matters.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar, lit it, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He pointed at Shibata Yojiro and said, "I've seen a report about you in the Shengjing Times, Shibata Yojiro, right?"

"So what?" Shibata Yojiro said and winked at Hazama Tokgure.

After all, the man in front of him was of terrifying height, and even though he was wearing thick cotton clothes, one could still see his strong physique.

Hazama Shigure did not carry a gun. He approached Zhao Chuanxin from behind and tried to subdue him from behind.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even turn his head, but stretched his hand backwards.

Although he was still three meters away from Hazama Shigure, Hazama Shigure felt his neck was being strangled.

His eyes widened, partly because he was pinched and partly because he was shocked.

What kind of magic is this?
Shibata Yojiro was shocked when he saw this: "Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin smiled slightly: "I just want to say one thing, the land stolen by Mitsui & Co. should be returned to Changchun Prefecture immediately so that they can use it to open a port. Okay or not?"

The corners of Shibata Yojiro's mouth twitched, and his Apple computer was shaking.

That was an expression of great disdain.

He replied briefly and coldly: "No."

Zhao Chuanxin stood up and exerted a little force with his arms, and Hasazama Shigure was dragged over by his feet.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted the ball in the air with his left hand and grabbed one of Hasazama Shiyu's legs with his right hand: "I said I would heal your waist."

After saying this, he exerted force with his hands and secondary limbs.

Hazama Shigure seemed to be bent backwards by the bent arm strength machine.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped back, bent his front leg, and suddenly raised it downward.

Hazama Shigure yelled, "Ah...put me down, put me down, you are dead, I won't let you go..."

The words were not finished.

Click.

Zhao Chuanxin broke the spine by using his knee to support it.

Shibata Yojiro was so frightened by this horrifying scene that he stood up and staggered backwards, dragging his chair over, and stared at Zhao Chuanxin, unable to speak.

Hazama Shigure was speechless and unable to move. The broken spine seemed to have cut off the power supply to an electrical appliance, causing it to shut down.

Only the eyes can move.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and bared his teeth at Hasazama Shiyu: "Why don't you say something? Why don't you say anything? I think your brain is not working well. I'll give you a cure."

After saying that, he used his secondary limbs to grab Hazama Shigure's legs and swung them up.

Hazama Shigure's head hit the door frame.

boom.

Backswing.

boom.

Swinging.

boom.

Shibata Yojiro's heartbeat followed the beat exactly.

Every time, it seems as if my heart is closer to my throat.

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak or move.

After several times, the door frame was covered with blood and Hazama Shigure's head was deformed.

Zhao Chuanxin threw Hasazama Shigure to the ground and stared at him with his head down: "Why don't you say something? If you die, please tell me. What's the point of keeping your fucking mouth to yourself?"

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped.

puff.

No more eyes.

Zhao Chuanxin stomped his boots on Shibata Yojiro's desk and said, "Wipe it clean."

Shibata asked Jiro not to move.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: "If you can't polish shoes, then what do you need your hands for?"

He used his left limbs to pull Shibata Yojiro's arm and pressed it to the table.

He had a hammer in his hand and hit Shibata Yojiro on the back of his hand.

How strong is he?
bang.

It's sticky.

"what……"

Shibata Yojiro finally spoke.

If he plays the piano at the speed and frequency of his little tongue's quivering, his level would be more than ten, right?

"Okay, no more, no more, give it back to Changchun Prefecture..." Shibata Yojiro cried and said these words while crying.

"I gave you a chance, but you didn't take it. It's too late to pay it back now."

Zhao Chuanxin held his arm, took out a nail and smashed it down.

Duang!

"what……"

After securing Shibata Yojiro's body, Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer again and again.

Shibata Yojiro screamed in agony.

Zhao Chuanxin only attacks the skin and bones, but never touches the internal organs.

Shibata Yojiro's bones were broken into pieces one by one.

The hammer Zhao Chuanxin swung left an afterimage.

Incredibly fast.

Even chopping dumpling fillings is not that fast.

……

At the Changchun Prefecture government office, Song Chunting asked his staff, "What do you think Zhao Chuanxin will do?"

The aide stroked his goatee, his eyes rolling, "Can he persuade people with righteousness and appeal to their emotions?"

Song Chunting uttered the catchphrase that spread from Lugang Town: "Chao!"

……

However, Song Chunao, director of the Foreign Affairs Bureau, was not waiting at home.

He endured the cold wind and went directly to the Changchun Japanese Consulate with his entourage to wait and check.

He didn't see how Zhao Chuanxin got in, but he heard screams that even the wall could not block out, and saw four Japanese soldiers armed with live ammunition rushing into the consulate aggressively.

Immediately, two gunshots were heard, and then there was no sound.

Finally, a tall man walked out of the consulate.

The man's cheek was indeed blue from the shaved face.

"Huh? Who is this?"

No wonder he couldn't recognize it.

Even if Shibata Yojiro was interested, he would not have expected it when he saw Zhao Chuanxin's clean face.

After all, Zhao Chuanxin’s standard feature is a thick beard.

In their inherent thinking, it seems that Zhao Chuanxin will never shave until his death.

Song Chunao saw a Japanese policeman blowing the whistle.

A group of police rushed in from all directions.

The tall man who walked out of the consulate stretched out in the sun.

He took off his cotton coat, revealing the black tactical cotton jacket underneath.

He first put on fingerless gloves, then rectangular gold-framed sunglasses, tidied his hair, and put on a black baseball cap embroidered with chili peppers.

He moved his neck and suddenly disappeared from where he was.

Song Chunao rubbed his eyes. Yes, the person was gone.

But soon he heard screams.

The blood of the Japanese police who rushed over there splattered on the snow and was extremely glaring.

Really, Song Chunao saw that his followers were not as good as him in killing chickens.

The tall man appeared in the middle of the Japanese police team in the blink of an eye, slashing left and right with a glowing sword in his hand.

No matter you use a gun, a bayonet, or your arm to block, it will break if it touches you and you will be crippled if it touches you.

"I boil it!"

The followers beside Song Chunao exclaimed.

Song Chunao shouted: "It's Zhao Chuanxin!"

Zhao Chuanxin put away the lightsaber.

Because there are still two fish that have escaped.

He picked up the intact gun on the ground, pulled the bolt and aimed.

boom.

Pull the bolt and aim.

boom.

Song Chunao saw that the two Japanese policemen who escaped were shot in the back of the head, and some disgusting stuff was sprayed on the snow, which was shocking.

He was watching with trembling hands when suddenly Zhao Chuanxin turned his head.

Because he was wearing sunglasses and a hat, Song Chunao only saw Zhao Chuanxin's mouth corners raised, as if he was smiling at him where he was hiding.

Song Chunao shuddered and said to himself, "No wonder the Japanese are afraid of Zhao Chuanxin. He is really as scary as a demon. He has discovered us."

The attendant was startled: "Sir, should we run?"

Song Chunao thought of what his brother, the prefect Song Chunting, said, and calmed down a little: "Why are you running? Who am I? How could I be afraid of such a small scene? Let's just follow behind and see, I guarantee that you will be fine."

Follower: "..."

Sir, Zhao Chuanxin is here in front of me, what can you use to protect me?
There are traces of Zhao Chuanxin.

At first, the police from the Manchuria Railway Concession Police Department rushed to the route.

Song Chunao and his followers lay on the wall and looked out.

They saw Zhao Chuanxin leaning against the corner of the side wall of a residential building, still smoking a cigar, but blowing smoke to the other side to avoid being noticed in advance.

It's true that he is very skilled and courageous.

Six Japanese policemen came running over with guns in hand.

They knew there were gunshots, but they didn't know what exactly happened.

One person, two people... until five people passed, the sixth person suddenly felt something was wrong. He turned around and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing against the wall with a cigar in his mouth.

Without waiting for the other party to warn, Zhao Chuanxin opened fire with the Winchester M1897 in his hand.

The attendant said: "Sir, a gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall."

Song Chunting nodded: "Fortunately we are on the dangerous wall."

Follower: "..."

then.

Boom, boom, boom...

In the late Qing Dynasty, the general managers of all foreign affairs bureaus were always bitter and resentful.

If you are bullied, you have to argue with the powerful countries, but in the end, most of the time, nothing will be done.

He was scolded like a dog by his superiors and criticized for being weak by the people.

Even I look down on myself.

Song Chunao gritted his teeth and said, "Don't try to persuade me. I am determined to see the Japanese bloodshed today."

The followers saw that the fire from Zhao Chuanxin's gun kept coming out, and every time it fired, dense blood spots appeared on the Japanese's bodies.

The sight of a shotgun bullet hitting the head or face is particularly terrifying.

The attendant said with trembling lips, "Sir, we can watch the fun, but can we stay away from it?"

"No!" Song Chunao was both scared and excited: "I am so lucky today. I wish the blood of the devils would splash on me!"

"Why bother coming here, sir? I have brought a telescope, a six-section British copper telescope. Please, let's look from a distance."

Song Chunao pulled his follower's hand off his shoulder and said, "Stop shouting, it's so disgraceful." At this moment, a Japanese policeman was not dead yet, so Zhao Chuanxin walked over and raised his bayonet.

The Japanese police begged for mercy: "Please spare my life..."

"Forgive your mother!"

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed him with a knife.

Puff, it entered the eyes and exited the brain.

The follower's eyes widened, his hand trembled, and the pure copper telescope fell off the wall.

At this moment, he was weak in the hands and feet.

Zhao Chuanxin collected the guns and ammunition of several people, went to the corner, looked at the broken monocular telescope and shook his head.

He reached back and a pair of binoculars made of stars and moons appeared and he threw them up: "Go ahead."

Song Chunao's heart was moved.

Zhao Chuanxin spoke to me!

He hurriedly caught the telescope.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said, "Stay away."

After saying that, leave.

Song Chunao hurriedly raised his legs, trying to step over the wall and slowly climb down.

But he was old and his legs were not very flexible. He lost his balance and fell off the wall as he tried to step over, with his face stuck in a pool of sticky liquid.

"vomit……"

He retched for a moment, then stood up and brushed off the snow on his body as if nothing had happened. He looked up and asked, "Are you going to follow me?"

The follower thought: Fortunately, I am young. Although I am afraid, Zhao Chuanxin does not look like a man with bloodshot eyes.

Then go ahead.

He had just stepped over the wall, but he forgot that his hands and feet were weak.

poof...

"Ouch... Ugh!"

Song Chunao was happy: "How lucky we are today, how lucky we are today, both you and I are lucky!"

Follower: "Ugh..."

The two men hurriedly chased after Zhao Chuanxin.

They only chased them to the Manchurian Railway Office, but saw only corpses all over the floor and people watching from all around.

"Emma, ​​it was a terrible killing."

"The Japanese have also come to this day? A few days ago, I offended the Japanese, and their affairs officer directly sentenced me to pay a large sum of money and I had no place to seek justice."

"Who is the murderer?"

"do not know."

Song Chunao came running over, panting, "Zhao Chuanxin, the murderer is Zhao Chuanxin."

The people around were shocked: "That's Zhao Chuanxin? He is indeed an evil star."

Song Chunao leaned on his knees and asked, "Oh my, I'm out of breath. Can you see where Zhao Chuanxin has gone?"

"He went to Mitsui & Co."

When Song Chunao arrived at Mitsui & Co., the place was littered with corpses and filled with the smell of blood.

The attendant panted: "Sir, I heard that you had old cold legs that day, how come you ran so fast?"

Song Chunao leaned against the wall and panted: "Now the rheumatism is gone, all gone! Keep chasing."

Listening to the people around him discussing who the murderer was, Song Chunao did not forget to promote Zhao Chuanxin: "That's Zhao Chuanxin, Zhao the Butcher."

He requisitioned two horses and took his followers to chase after him at a fast and slow pace.

There were gunshots like popping beans near Kuanchengzi Station.

The follower was in front and Song Chunao was behind, and the two of them galloped on their horses.

As the follower was running, a bullet flew in from nowhere.

The lamppost on his right was hit, sending sparks flying.

The follower was almost frightened and fell off his horse.

He shouted at the top of his lungs: "Sir, retreat quickly, be careful of the bullets."

However, no reply was heard.

The follower looked back and saw that Song Chunao was nowhere to be found behind him.
He looked into the distance and saw that Song Chunao had already stopped his horse and was hiding in a safe place, watching the battle with a telescope.

The attendant cursed: "You are such a cunning old man!"

He quickly turned his horse around and rode back.

When he came to Song Chunao, the follower was still in shock and said sadly, "Sir, I was almost hit by a bullet just now."

Song Chunao held up the telescope and said without even looking at him: "You are really careless. A gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall! You are so reckless. I will not do it again."

Follower: "I..."

Song Chunting suddenly shouted, "Good kill! I have never seen anyone kill a person as easily as a butcher butchering an ox. You are worthy of the name of the God of War! This telescope is also good. It is much better than that useless copper telescope."

The attendant was angry: "Sir, you have never seen a murder scene before."

"But I saw you killing chickens during the Mid-Autumn Festival. The chickens were still running around after their necks were cut. It's easier for Zhao Chuanxin to kill the Japanese than it is for you to kill chickens."

"I……"

Song Chunao interrupted him: "All the Japanese military police at Kuanchengzi Station have died. This is not good. Zhao Chuanxin went straight to the Japanese civilians. If he kills them indiscriminately, he may be slandered by the world. I must persuade him to stop."

After saying this, Song Chunao carefully put away the telescope and rode away.

Frightened by Zhao Chuanxin's tyranny, a group of Japanese living in Kuanchengzi were forcibly gathered with fear on their faces.

They were so nervous that no one noticed the arrival of Song Chunao and his entourage.

Zhao Chuanxin stood on a high platform and looked down at the crowd: "All the people in the Changchun Prefecture Manchuria Railway Concession Police Department and the Manchuria Railway Local Office are dead."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: "Yes, I, Zhao Chuanxin, killed him."

Someone opened his eyes wide and asked loudly: "How could you do this? You butcher..."

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired a gun, and the noise stopped.

"Obviously, I can do that."

Everyone was shocked.

A Japanese man tried to escape, so Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and shot him.

boom.

"Who dares to leave without my permission?"

No one dared to escape anymore.

The attendant whispered to Song Chunao, "Sir, didn't you come here to persuade him? Why don't you speak?"

Song Chunao lowered his voice: "You don't even dare to speak loudly, but you ask me to speak now. Do you want to kill me?"

Follower: Okay, pretend to be my grandson.

Both of them felt that Zhao Chuanxin had become bloodthirsty.

Rumor has it that if Zhao Chuanxin doesn't kill someone within three days, his life would be worse than death.

This is a strange disease and there is no cure in the world.

Some people also said that Zhao Chuanxin had tuberculosis and needed fresh human blood to relieve his symptoms, so he was tireless in killing people.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "From today on, the administrative affairs of Changchun Prefecture, whether it is the Manchuria Railway Station and its affiliated lands or the land that does not belong to the Manchuria Railway, and the judicial power over all Japanese, will all be under the jurisdiction of the Changchun Prefecture. If any other country plays the role of a powerful ruler, they will die!"

This affects the interests of all Japanese present.

Among them, merchants are the most numerous.

First, the Japanese consul was in charge of the judicial authority for Japanese people inside and outside the dependent territories.

This means that whether it is the land of the Manchurian Railway or the territory of Changchun Prefecture where the Japanese are active, if they break the law or get into lawsuits with others, whether the targets are Chinese or other nationals, they must first be handed over to the Japanese consul for handling and investigation.

Changchun Prefecture is an economic hub with developed commerce.

It is inevitable that Japanese businessmen will have conflicts of interest with local businessmen. At this time, if the Japanese consulate interferes a little, the Chinese businessmen will surely lose, and the merchants from other countries will act accordingly.

The Japanese are domineering and rude, and they bully the weak and fear the strong.

Many people have suffered losses from them.

When Zhao Chuanxin said this, some Japanese businessmen were not happy: "But according to the Sino-Japanese Treaty of Commerce and Navigation..."

Zhao Chuanxin interrupted him: "Who did you sign with?"

"Of course it's the Qing Dynasty."

"What does that have to do with me, Zhao Chuanxinniao?"

"But you..."

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

boom!
"What I said is the rules!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

It's so domineering and rude.

All the Japanese present had expressions of worry and anger on their faces.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him with an eagle's eye and a wolf's gaze: "From now on, Lubin Prefecture and Lugang Town will send people here to take over the Manchurian Railway and its affiliated territories in Changchun Prefecture and the affiliated territories of the Changchun Prefecture's Middle East Railway under the jurisdiction of Tsarist Russia. The judicial power belongs to the Changchun Prefecture government office, but the affairs of the Manchurian Railway affiliated territories will all be under the jurisdiction of Lugang Town, and the North Station will be under the jurisdiction of Lubin Prefecture."

As a result, Japan can no longer think of expanding the interests of their empire in Changchun Prefecture, and can no longer think of favoring the Japanese, let alone oppressing and plundering local people and merchants.

Song Chunao asked his entourage: "Are you familiar with this scene?"

"Familiar." The attendant nodded vigorously. "The Japanese are so domineering and rude, but they don't have Zhao Chuanxin's iron-blooded tactics. The Japanese were finally bitten back. How happy."

Song Chunao sighed, "It's a pity that even the wisest man can make mistakes. Zhao Chuanxin should never have brought the Russian Empire to the North Station."

After the Russo-Japanese War, the North-South Manchuria Railway was divided by Kuanchengzi, with the southern part occupied by the Japanese and the northern part occupied by Tsarist Russia.

Changchun Prefecture, the dividing point and bridgehead between the two sides, was actually occupied by Zhao Chuanxin with just one sentence.

Song Chunao believed that Tsarist Russia would definitely not agree, and that Japan and Russia might even unite to oppose the idea.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand and said, "Dismiss!"

The Japanese in the audience seemed to have been pardoned and fled in all directions like stray dogs.

Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, but when he looked up, he saw two more people in the field.

He walked towards the two people, but when he got closer, his face became hesitant: "Did you two fall into the toilet? Why is there something suspicious on your face?"

Song Chunao recalled the embarrassing moment when he fell off the wall and was eating shit, and said, "This is..."

However, he was interrupted by an attendant: "Oh, this is 'fortunately'."

Song Chunao: "You..."

Zhao Chuanxin covered his nose and stepped back: "Zhao never approaches people with '幸甚' on their faces. Goodbye!"

Song Chunao stretched out his hand: "Hey, Zhao..."

But Zhao Chuanxin took one step to cover more than ten meters, and disappeared in two steps.

Song Chunao covered his face and looked at it in front of him, frowning: "Huh..."

He stretched out his hand and rubbed it on his follower's body. After his hands were clean, he climbed onto his horse.

Follower: "Ugh..."

Song Chunao looked at him with disdain on his horseback: "I told you to be lucky, but is this a lucky or unlucky time?"

Song Chunao went home to wash up, and went to the negotiation office in a good mood.

The attendant who had just arrived at the Foreign Affairs Bureau and rushed over after washing up told him: "Sir, the Russian Consul Mikovelsky is here."

The Tsarist Russian Consulate in Changchun Prefecture was established after Japan established a consulate branch in Changchun Prefecture.

Japan and Russia shared a common hatred for the Zhao Chuanxin incident, but were wary of and competitive with each other on other issues.

Mikovelsk held the title of duke in Tsarist Russia.

Before this, he never even looked at Song Chunao in the eye.

This time, he came with a bottle of wine, smiling and speaking in a kind tone: "Master Song."

"Prince Mikovelsk."

Song Chunao was secretly delighted: Didn’t you look down on me before?

Mikovelski cleared his throat and said, "Sir Song, this time you are here, is it because Zhao Chuanxin told the Japanese on the South Manchuria Railway that he wanted to place Lubinfu personnel on the Middle East Railway? This is absolutely not allowed!"

(End of this chapter)