mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 1080 Don John Constantine is not someone you can insult
The bottom line in this case was that the Qing government was too weak, the Governor-General of Huguang, Rui Cheng, was too weak, and Qi Yaoshan and his group were too weak.

From the noble families to the common people, everyone in Hankou tried their best to create a tragic atmosphere for themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin said with a thunderous tongue: "Get lost."

When the people saw this, Qi Yaoshan was so scared that he turned around and ran away. The scene was a bit funny and caused a burst of laughter.

"Mr. Zhao, you are seeking justice for the people. Please say a few words."

The people were clamoring.

Zhao Chuanxin dismantled the fence of the British Concession and made it into a circle so that it could stand on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped up and stepped on the tip of the fence as steady as a rock.

He took off his hat, smoothed his hair and said, "Wu Yigou has been buried. I don't want to dig him up for an autopsy. From the information I got, Wu Yigou died of a sudden heart attack, not being kicked to death.

But after the incident, you immediately thought that Wu Yigou was bullied to death by foreigners.

You are just indignant, just cursing, just helpless, just tragic.

You moved yourselves but didn’t think about the logic behind it.”

Zhao Chuanxin's words caused an uproar among the crowd.

If Zhao Chuanxin had not massacred the British Concession first, I'm afraid some people would have cursed.

Zhao Chuanxin fired a shot into the air to stop the noise, and continued: "The reason why you have such a paranoid reaction is because you are used to putting yourself in the position of the victim.

Have you ever thought about it?
The victim can be a foreigner.

The Boxer Rebellion made foreigners fear us people, the people fear the government, and the government fear the foreigners.

The Boxer Rebellion led to the Boxer Rebellion.

From then on, Cixi became completely cowardly.

Ten years later, the people have also become cowardly.”

These words silenced the people present again.

In the past, foreigners were indeed afraid of angry people.

Today, ten years later, although they are on guard, their fear is gradually fading.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his voice: "If you continue to do this, the reputation of the ancient Celestial Empire will be completely lost in less than ten years.

At that time, when you stand in front of foreigners, you will think deep down that you are inferior to them.

For a period of time, we learned advanced foreign technologies in order to defeat them.

After a while, we will completely worship foreign things.

The seeds you sow now will bear fruit a hundred years later.

I build cars, guns and cannons, and invest in coal and iron mills in many places, all so that our people can have their own pride in their bones, and not have foreign goods everywhere.

I make movies to let us ordinary people see our own stories, rather than foreigners' stories and let foreigners indoctrinate you.

Many people advised me to rebel.

At this moment, there is no need for me to hide anything.

Because when I see your numb faces and humble bodies, I know that it will be useless even if the rebellion succeeds.

Even if I don't rebel, the Qing Dynasty will still be unable to continue.

You always think that the weakness of a country is due to the vulgarity of its meat-eaters.

But look at yourselves, take a good look at yourselves. Are you worthy of living in such a great country in your current state?
No matter whether you are placed in any dynasty, Qin, Han or Tang, you are a coward among cowards. Don't you deserve to know that?
When Wu Yigou died of illness, the first thing you did was to describe him as tragic and heroic, saying that he was tortured to death by foreigners.

Where is Wu Ergou?

Where is Wu Sangou?

Only when you don't think deep down that you deserve to be bullied by foreigners in life, then you deserve to live in a powerful country.

When you hear people say that a certain foreign product is good, you don't mention it to your ancestors - that's it? Our ancestors would have done that a long time ago.

Instead, we should come up with something tangible that is irrefutable.

I, Zhao Chuanxin, would rather see a troubled world of strong men and strong character than a peaceful world of humbleness and cowardice.

Do not step into the silent night, and old age should burn in the evening.

Resist, resist in this fleeting time.

Before their death, wise men know that night is coming and their wise words will no longer illuminate the fork in the road.

Do not step into the still of the night.

Good people, when the last wave roars past, cry out as much as you can.

Even tiny actions can create brilliance in youth.

Resist, resist in this fleeting time.

The warriors who chased the sun and sang loudly suddenly came to their senses, but it was too late. They were still immersed in grief and unable to extricate themselves.

Do not step into the silent night. A dying man has a lost look in his eyes, but a blind man can shine like a shooting star.

Resist, resist in this fleeting time.

Resist, resist in this fleeting time..."

Zhao Chuanxin jumped off the fence and waved to Li Zhitao who was not far away: "Go, drive all the foreigners out of the British Concession. From now on, the Hankou British Concession belongs to Juanwang Technical College."

There were reporters on the scene.

Newspapers reported Zhao Chuanxin's bloody massacre in the British Concession, his post-war speeches, and his poems.

Hu Shi said in the National Vernacular Daily: Zhao Chuanxin wrote the first modern poem in China. I was shocked after reading it. I read Qinyuanchun, which he wrote in Hankou, and was astonished for a moment. I didn't expect that he could write modern poetry, which is still extraordinary...

The Hankou Chinese and Western News said: This newspaper has heard that Zhao Chuanxin massacred the British Concession, and the British Consul fled. The British Consul urgently dispatched the Chasseur warship to dock at the dock and was captured by Zhao Chuanxin. The adjudication team captured 43 British soldiers and waited for punishment. British diplomat Stanley said that Zhao Chuanxin was intransigent and would not give in. Now the Wang Technical College has issued notices repeatedly that all the houses and shops in the British Concession will belong to the college to pay off the 1.96 million yuan owed by the British Consul...

Journalist Zhan Dabei wrote in the Dajiang Baihua Newspaper: I was present when Zhao Chuanxin gave a speech, and his words clearly showed the corruption and incompetence of the authorities and the cowardice and inferiority of the people. But Zhao Chuanxin would never compromise...

Britain hastily notified the Qing government's Ministry of Foreign Affairs, questioning the issue of the British Concession in Hankou.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs told the British Foreign Office: Zhao Chuanxin dared to openly discuss rebellion, what can you let me do?
For a time, the United States, Britain, Germany, France, Italy, Austria-Hungary, Japan, and Tsarist Russia were all outraged and condemned Zhao Chuanxin's indiscriminate killing of innocent people and banditry.

Journalists from various countries stationed in China flocked to Hankou to interview the British who were driven out of the concessions and to the Juanwang Technical College to interview Zhao Chuanxin.

Liu Huaqiang told them: "Our principal is gone."

The British Concession is now under the jurisdiction of the Juanwang Technical College. Li Zhitao recruited personnel and trained a patrol police department composed entirely of Chinese.

Liu Huaqiang was merely the president of the student union of a school, but now he was in charge of the military and political power of the "College Concession" in Hankou.

Liu Huaqiang often wakes up laughing in his dreams recently.

The reporter chased to Ao Island.

At the outer port of Ao Island, the reporter finally found Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was leading a group of students from Juanwang Technical College to dismantle the Xuesail warship.

Zhao Chuanxin's little daughter, Zhao Songzhen, was born. He commuted back and forth between Macau Island and Hong Kong Island, basically relying on teleportation.

The power of faith exploded and could never be used up.

When reporters from various countries arrived in large numbers, Zhao Chuanxin was wearing a black short T-shirt, sleeves, and was covered in oil stains, and was discussing steam turbines with his students.

"Principal, I have inquired. The propellers of merchant ships rotate slowly, while those of warships rotate two to three times slower. If we want to make gear reducers, precision is the key. Whole forging is difficult, and welding rotor precision is another problem. This is a huge challenge for us."

Zhao Chuanxin took a design drawing covered with oil and looked at it: "The British devils have some skills, worthy of being the overlord of the sea. I will make these for the time being. You discuss the feasibility of this drawing. If there are no mistakes, I will start."

At this time, Li Zining, holding a parasol and wearing sunglasses, hurried over: "Master, the reporters are here."

"bring it here."

The American reporter extended his hand to Zhao Chuanxin, ready to shake hands.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hand and rubbed it: "Hello, hello."

The American reporter felt something sticky on his palm, and when he picked it up, he saw that it was all engine oil.

I'm afraid it won't be washed off for a while.

He took out a pen and paper, and the notebook was rubbed black.

Upon seeing this, the other reporters quickly retracted their hands.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and pulled up their hands one by one. After shaking hands with more than twenty people, the oil stains on his hands were much less.

Everyone looked unhappy.

There were reporters with cameras.

Click.

Took a photo of Zhao Chuanxin.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin rarely stopped it.

First of all, he hadn't washed his face, and his beard was messy.

Secondly, he hadn’t washed his hair and was wearing a sun hat that covered half of his face.

Thirdly, his face was covered in grease, so he would probably look black in the photo.

The British reporter pointed at the dismantled battleship, the Cherssel, with indignation on his face: "Mr. Zhao, this is our British battleship, right?"

"It used to be." Zhao Chuanxin corrected: "Fareis used it to pay off his debts, and now it belongs to our Xuantian Sect."

The British reporter challenged him: "Mr. Zhao, how do you feel about your robbery?"

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigar and lit it. "Haha, if you count from now on, aren't all of you British robbers five generations ago? You are the first day of the month, and I am the fifteenth day. This is how I feel."

The other reporters were watching the fun and were not afraid of the mess, so they hurried to record it. The British reporter was speechless for three seconds and asked, "You killed British residents in the British Concession indiscriminately, so how can you explain this?"

"Didn't your British Marines also indiscriminately kill our Hankou civilians? What do you think?"

"..." The British reporter argued: "We were protecting ourselves."

"I was also protecting myself. Among those who killed our people were volunteers composed of you British civilians. If I don't kill them, will you be responsible if they kill our people again?"

The British reporter was furious: "You are just making up stories!"

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly became excited and danced with joy: "Ah? Listen to this, everyone. This is the logic of the British bandits. They can kill our people, but we cannot kill them."

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed the American reporter and said, "As soon as I saw your thick eyebrows and big eyes, I knew you were a gentleman who knew the big picture. Tell me, do we civilians deserve to be shot by them?"

How could the American reporter dare to offend Zhao Chuanxin? He hurriedly shook his head: "No one deserves to die."

"That's right, I'm the victim." Zhao Chuanxin looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and exhaled a cigarette. "In the final analysis, it was you British who took advantage, but now you blame me? It's really unreasonable."

"you……"

The Russian journalist said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, as far as I know, the British leader Fares did not hand over the Cherssel to you voluntarily. In essence, you stole the warship?"

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said, "Nicholas II built the Eastern China Railway outside the Great Wall without my consent. I think in essence, you are the ones who stole our territory!"

The Tsarist Russian reporter stiffened his neck and said, "That's two different things. Besides, no one in the world had ever heard of your name at that time."

The implication is - who were you to tell you at that time?
"Get lost," Zhao Chuanxin said disdainfully, "When you occupied our territory, you killed a lot of people. If we talk about robbery, we are no better than you."

The German reporter said to Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao unreasonably used force in Berlin, and now he is using violent means to expel the British. Isn't Mr. Zhao afraid that the whole world will unite to start a war?"

"Look, I'm just defending the safety of our country's citizens, but you want to join forces against me? If this isn't robbery, what is it? Is there still law and justice?"

A French reporter asked: "As far as I know, Britain is discussing sending more warships and troop transport ships to the Far East. Isn't Mr. Zhao afraid?"

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes widened. "Fortunately you reminded me. I will go and sink the British warships deployed in Hong Kong Island and Myanmar. Then I will go to Britain and sink their warships one by one in their military ports, so that they will not come here. Thank you for reminding me. How can I thank you? I will give you a natural treasure - ginseng."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a long wooden box with a swastika pattern carved on it and handed it to the French reporter.

The French reporter opened it in bewilderment and saw a whole ginseng inside, the size of a carrot, which had been dried but was still plump and white.

Someone who knows the business exclaimed: "Isn't this old ginseng probably thousands of years old?"

In fact, it was only a few months.

The French reporter knew that ginseng was precious, and his face changed: "That's not what I meant! I didn't remind you! What did I say? I didn't say anything..."

Reporters from all walks of life looked at him strangely.

The British reporter pointed at the French reporter and said, "Fuck... If he really does that, you will be the sinner of our Great Britain. Come on, tell me, what is your name?"

The French reporter turned around and ran, holding the ginseng box tightly in his arms as he ran: "I didn't say anything..."

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Even in this era of bandits everywhere, there are still good people."

"..."

The reporters could no longer conduct the interview.

At the beginning of the twentieth century, anyone could be a spy as long as they were abroad.

They hurried back to tell the tale - Zhao Chuanxin was going to destroy the warship.

In an era when airplanes could not sail across oceans and ships took a month or so to connect China and the West, sabotaging ships was truly a huge threat.

Zhao Chuanxin hated being threatened with the whole world coming to attack him.

So he did what he said, racing against the telegraph, reaching Rangoon from the sea in four hours, and sank four British warships docked in the port.

At this time, it could take several hours to transmit a telegram across the ocean.

When Zhao Chuanxin sank the warship, the reporters who interviewed him had just sent out the news.

Two days later, when Zhao Chuanxin teased Zhao Songzhen, the news spread throughout the countries.

European and American countries felt a chill down their spines.

They relied on their powerful ships and guns to open the doors of one country after another for colonization.

Zhao Chuanxin has now proven himself to be capable enough to shut out the key that opened their door.

He can defeat an entire army by himself, destroy an entire fleet by himself, and most importantly, his reaction speed is faster than a telegraph...

Could it be that one country after another had to go through Tsarist Russia and come to China by land?

……

Zhao Chuanxin's four children all have fair skin, none of them is dark-skinned.

Zhao Nianzhen often frowns and looks sulky, but Zhao Songzhen is very quiet and rarely cries. She likes to smack her lips, as if she is savoring the taste of breast milk.

Gulizar suffered a lot when she gave birth to this child.

If Zhao Chuanxin hadn't given her the vitality spring water, the midwife was even worried that Gulizar would not be able to survive.

Gulizar is also the only woman among Zhao Chuanxin who has not practiced the art of balancing.

"Brother Xin, my chest hurts."

"Let me rub it for you, really."

"Ah... don't touch it, it hurts." Gulizar crossed her arms defensively: "By the way, will the British retaliate?"

"The British have withdrawn their troops from the Pianma area." Zhao Chuanxin touched her head. "This time they did not consult the Qing court, but directly consulted with Li Guangzong to give up the Hankou British Concession. The condition was that I could not go to Britain to sink their warships."

Zhao Chuanxin sank a British warship in Burma and cut some parts back for school students to study.

Not to mention revenge, the fact that the British didn't piss their pants in fear is already considered brave of them.

Gulizar said foolishly: "Then you should sink all the warships of Germany, Japan, Tsarist Russia and the United States."

Most men at this time don't like to talk about family and national affairs with women.

I don't think that's the woman's concern.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't think so.

Each of his women can hold up half the sky.

"You just touched your upper and lower lips and solved the problem of the century."

"What do you mean?"

"The current world situation is that big, rich and powerful countries bully, oppress, dominate, interfere with and subvert small, weak and poor countries. Since modern times, Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, Britain, France, Germany, Tsarist Russia, Japan and the United States have all had this intention."

Gulizar thought for a moment and said, “We are big, but we are weak and poor?”

"Yes," Zhao Chuanxin patiently explained, "Big, strong, and rich countries, relying on their military, economic, and political strength, attempt to transcend international law and the status quo of world politics, expand their sphere of influence, manipulate international affairs, interfere in other countries' internal affairs, and even engage in armed invasion and occupation."

Gulizar thought for a moment, "You mean, we only have the advantage in military strength?"

Zhao Chuanxin scratched his head and said, "I'm afraid this is not an advantage. You don't know, if a world-scale war breaks out, my personal bravery may not be worth mentioning. As long as the military, economic and political standards are not up to standard, we will never be able to get rid of their ambitions. If we force it, the powers will form an alliance against me."

The total death toll from World War I was at least 1600 million.

If all the nations were determined to unite to deal with Zhao Chuanxin alone, the flesh and blood of 1600 million people would drown him.

Will they form an alliance if they are forced into a corner?

One Aoki Nobuzumi cannot defeat Zhao Chuanxin, but with thousands of Aoki Nobuzumi's strategies, is there any way for Zhao Chuanxin to survive?
Zhao Chuanxin recalled World War I and World War II and felt that it was very likely.

For the sake of profit, they can do anything.

Now Zhao Chuanxin has seriously violated their interests.

"What should I do?"

Zhao Chuanxin grinned: "Always shock, often seize, always make progress."

Talking with Gulizar actually helped Zhao Chuanxin to straighten out his own thoughts.

……

During this period, Zhao Chuanxin traveled back and forth between Hong Kong Island, Lugang Town, and Lubin Prefecture, holding the baby in each place.

That day, he received a telegram sent by Zhao Lingjun himself: Dad, if you don’t come to see me, the consequences will be serious.

Zhao Chuanxin was happy.

Five fingers are of different lengths, so it is inevitable for parents to be partial.

Among all his children, the one that Old Zhao loves the most is his eldest daughter, Zhao Lingjun.

When he was hesitating whether to spend a huge amount of faith power to teleport directly to The Hague, or go to Quetzalan to cross the Atlantic Ocean to The Hague, something happened in Mexico.

On Friday, May 5, 12 rebels engaged 1400 federal troops in a fierce battle at La Libertad.

The battle lasted until Saturday afternoon, when the Union troops retreated due to being outnumbered.

The rebels occupied the unguarded city. They and the mob composed of local poor people burned, killed and looted in the city, and then advanced non-stop into the mountains.

The territory of Quetshalan was originally relatively peaceful and tranquil.

When the Chili Patrol saw the rebels and mobs approaching in a menacing manner, the mature and prudent Miguel Esteban went to negotiate and asked them to change their route.

Miguel Esteban said, "This is Don John Constantine's territory. You'd better go around it another way."

"I've never heard of Don John Constantine. Surrender immediately, or we'll kill you all!"

Miguel Esteban respected Zhao Chuanxin and immediately replied, "Be more respectful with your words. Don John Constantine is not someone you can insult."

The talks between the two sides broke down, and the rebels opened fire without saying a word, and Miguel Esteban was shot in the thigh.

Zhao Chuanxin decided to take a detour from Kuitshalan to visit his daughter, and when he came, he happened to see a fierce battle between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)