mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 348 The dowry is the Netherlands

While following Zhao Chuanxin's instructions, Wilhelmina filled the magazine with bullets from the 7.62 caliber mirror box, while thinking about her own thoughts.

Her marriage was a political marriage to Hendrik, the youngest child of Frederick Franz II, Grand Duke of Schwerin.

Due to the large number of brothers and sisters in his family, he has no inheritance rights and is completely a transparent little prince.

But he is arrogant and arrogant, it is shameful to bark the door backwards, and being a prince is boring and shameless, and most importantly, he has no real power, which makes him very unhappy with Wilhelmina, and at the same time he is also cynical.

One more thing, Wilhelmina wanted a child with all her heart, but she had several miscarriages.

This is the key to the breakdown of the relationship between the two.

So far, they have no children.

After experiencing the arrogance of the current husband who is not familiar with world affairs, and looking at Zhao Chuanxin who seems to be generous but not obvious in every way,

Wilhelmina suddenly felt something strange.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the magazine was full, but Wilhelmina still mechanically stuffed the bullets in, of course she couldn't press it down.

I had to remind me aloud: "Hey, daughter-in-law, you must know how to control yourself. If you continue like this, the spring will be squeezed dry by you."

Wilhelmina looked at the magazine, blushing slightly: "What nonsense?"

Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "You said you are the queen, which country's queen are you?"

"Netherlands."

The Netherlands has declined at this time, and among the European and American powers, there is a little bit of transparency.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at her suspiciously: "Are you really the queen?"

He couldn't remember the number.

If Wilhelmina hadn't said that she was the queen, Zhao Chuanxin wouldn't even know that the Netherlands is a monarchy.

However, there is one thing that has something to do with the Netherlands-the Second Universal Peace Conference was held in The Hague, Netherlands.

The Korean emperor Lee Hee sent people to The Hague to expose the ugly colonial face of the Japanese.

Zhao Chuanxin said in his heart that he didn't know if Li Xiangxie and the others were here at this moment.

Forget it, why think about these useless things?It's like an egg if it doesn't arrive.

Wilhelmina pursed her lips and said reservedly: "I am really the Queen of the Netherlands. My name is Wilhelmina Helena Paulina Maria."

At this moment, Zhao Chuanxin faintly believed.

"If you marry me, will I be the king?"

"It's not like this, you will become the king's husband."

"Oh, Mr. Wang is in charge of the whole of Holland, right?"

"No, Mrs. Wang has no real power."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "Hehe, it seems that you have already considered making me your husband?"

Wilhelmina was trapped by him, she was stunned, her face flushed slightly: "You will never be a husband, because I already have a husband."

"Fuck, it's a trivial matter. If I kill him, you will become a little widow? Then you marry me, and the dowry is the whole of Holland."

Hearing him run the train with his mouth full, Wilhelmina returned to reality: "You are in danger, and you want to kill the husband?"

Zhao Chuanxin no longer hurts so much.

Although it hurts the muscles and bones, the effect of the healing leaves is not covered.

As long as the internal organs are not broken and the bones are not too broken, Zhao Chuanxin is not too worried about being disabled.

He started to take out equipment from the secret realm.

"Who told you that I can't protect myself? If you want to kill me, Zhao Chuanxin, these shrimp soldiers and crab generals are not worthy!" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile: "Come on, daughter-in-law, help your husband get armor."

Wilhelmina was powerless to correct.

At the same time, she was somewhat immune to Zhao Chuanxin's endless means: "What kind of magic equipment is this? Can it call wind and rain?"

The magic of the mud trowel gloves before gave her a great shock.

"This is not a baby that can shake the wind and rain, this is an invulnerable equipment."

With her assistance, Zhao Chuanxin fastened the buttons and put on the skull mask.

Wilhelmina looked at it. "That mask is scary."

"Yes, they should be afraid, because they don't know who they have provoked."

Zhao Chuanxin took two steps with a limp, and the flesh on his thigh was scratched off by the bullet, and there was a heart-piercing pain.

"Ai my grass, awesome seems a bit overblown."

There is no healing leaf to heal the wound on the thigh.

Wilhelmina persuaded: "Don't be brave, let's run away."

Zhao Chuanxin was about to speak,
Suddenly, a faint call came from a distance.

"His Majesty……"

"Queen Maria..."

Wilhelmina's face brightened, "It was my guards who came here."

however,
Suddenly a shot rang out.

Then there was the sound of popping beans, which kept coming.

Zhao Chuanxin shrugged: "Obviously, the person who shot at me didn't pay attention to your guards."

Wilhelmina's face changed slightly, and she said worriedly: "That man's marksmanship is very accurate, will my guards be safe?"

In fact, something had happened to her guard.

Because of looking for her, the guards split up and formed several teams.

The one who came here was just one of the three-person teams.

They heard the gunshots, they searched here, but they were ambushed.

Crazy Luis Verveld didn't care about queens and goddesses. When he saw someone approaching with a weapon, he shot and killed one person.

The other two hurried to find cover.

But where is the bunker in the pasture?
Louis Verveld hit every shot, and even Zhao Chuanxin was caught in the grass hiding in the grass, not to mention Wilhelmina's guard, who was knocked down immediately.

The last person had no choice but to lie motionless in the grass and survived.

Briggs returned with the remnant soldiers and reported to Louis Verveld, who was still in shock: "We were ambushed by the other party. There were a lot of gunshots, and I don't know how many people were ambushed in the woods. You are shooting again. who?"

"Hehe, I don't know, maybe it's the reinforcements of the cowboys, shouting nonsense about your majesty and queen." Louis Verveld said nonchalantly. "As usual, I didn't hit the vitals, and let them bleed a lot. I like to hear their wailing."

Briggs froze, cursing the pervert secretly.

He said: "What should we do now? We must not be outflanked."

"Hehe, idiot. The gunshot was obviously just a gun. I heard it all, but you thought there were many people."

Briggs has a hard fist, but is unfamiliar with hot-arms warfare.

He said angrily, "How would I know? Four of us have already died!"

"Why don't you say you're an idiot? The gunfire was sharp and quick, but it could be fired in bursts. It's obviously not a heavy machine gun. Although I don't know what it is, it won't be particularly powerful. Maybe those four people are still alive, but you Run away and leave them to fend for themselves."

my cao...

Briggs hadn't expected Louis Verveld to be so good at it.

His face froze: "Then tell me, what should we do now?"

"Don't be impatient, I will repel this group first, and then I will clean up the man and woman. If you are scared, you might as well go to the old Wesley's house to see, maybe there will be unexpected gains. But the rest Keep the manpower for me, and I will still be useful."

The rest wanted to leave with Briggs, but the madman had already spoken, and they dared not speak.

"Hmph, just go." Briggs pretended to be irritated, and ran into the rain curtain.

When he rode away, Louis Verveld loaded the bullet, pulled the trigger, and fired, all in one go.

But he sneered in his mouth: "Coward."

He shot after shot, driving slowly.

The purpose is to force the only one left to show up.

Seeing that the other party could hold his breath, Louis Verveld simply walked out of the hiding place and shouted while shooting: "I'm coming, are you ready buddy?"

One shot, two shots, three shots.

Here, the Standard Oil people were stunned.

"Madman, he is an out-and-out lunatic."

"Isn't he afraid of death?"

"No, he's just confident in his marksmanship."

Finally, the only remaining member of the guard was frightened, raised his gun, and shot in terror.

He was already flustered, and his marksmanship was far inferior to that of Luis Verveld.

The shot was undoubtedly missed.

But he managed to expose his position.

Luis Verveld heard the gunshot, and without blinking his eyes, he turned the gun steadily.

boom!
Frank Verveld fired in an instant, then looked back confidently.

But there was no sound in the grass.

Returning to the crowd, Louis Verveld pointed to the collarbone and the intercostal space below, and then pointed to the thigh: "See, boys, these places are not fatal. But the head, chest, kidneys, spleen, these But the place is deadly. Old Verveld can strike wherever he wants."

Everyone was obedient, showing dry smiles.

"Mr. Wellweed, you are really good at marksmanship."

Louis Verveld glanced at them with disdain, and said leisurely while holding his gun: "Now, it's time for the man and woman. They are more interesting."

……

Briggs rode and soon reached the abandoned house.

Outside the house he saw a carriage, a horse, and the body of a wolf whose hind legs had been dismounted.

He got off his horse, took out his revolver, pulled the trigger, and approached the house cautiously.

Suddenly, a very tall horse next to him barked rhythmically, which startled Briggs.

The horse turned its lips and spit at him, as if mocking him.

Briggs spat, thinking he'd clean it up later.

The door had already been destroyed, and when the wind blew, it flapped suddenly.

He opened the door, but no one entered, and the muzzle entered the room.

However, a black shadow swung over, he felt a pain in his hand, and the gun fell to the ground.

This blow was so hard that he felt that the bones on the back of his hand were almost broken.

A larger black shadow swept out from the door.

This is a black man nearly two meters tall, holding a horse ladle in his hand, and just knocked down his gun with the ladle.

As a result, the black man threw away the ladle, let out a dull roar like a wild animal, and rushed towards him.

Briggs is a boxer after all, and he was not shocked even though he faced a strong man who was nearly two meters tall with his bare hands.

He staggered his steps, raised his fist, advanced instead of retreating, and his fist penetrated the black man's defense line and hit the black man's jaw.

However, the black man had a thick neck, and he didn't even shake his head. Instead, he raised his fist and punched him straight.

Briggs dodges easily, and another uppercut lands the black man in the stomach.

The black hill-like body remained motionless, and he swung his fist back with a backhand.

(End of this chapter)