mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 534 Give You Time For A Cup Of Tea

Gao Dingyu didn't speak, but Zhao Chuanxin looked aside.

There stood a bewildered Portuguese man, Gao Dingyu's adjutant.

He was also carrying a gun, but the muzzle did not rush towards Zhao Chuanxin.

In a panic, he actually showed an embarrassed smile.

Seeing that he was so cowardly, Zhao Chuanxin ignored him, but lowered his head and continued to yell: "Let your people cease fire first."

Gao Dingyu's face turned red, and a cry of "ahah" came out of his throat.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "If you don't give an order, well, just count on you, I will let your horse kick you to death."

As he said that, he turned his horse's head and tried to repeat the old trick.

At this time, the adjutant said in fluent Chinese: "Mr. Zhao, could it be that your whip is so tightly wrapped that the governor can't speak?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He whistled, and the Whip of Judgment let go.

Gao Dingyu was gasping for breath, the lack of oxygen made him dizzy for a while, but he had to hold back and shout: "Cease fire, stop, stop the fuck..."

"Release the governor!"

"You are surrounded..."

There are shouts that can speak Chinese.

Zhao Chuanxin got off his horse and tapped the white horse's forehead first.

Baima admitted his cowardice, lowered his head, and rubbed Zhao Chuanxin's arm with his mouth.

Gao Dingyu was dumbfounded.

He knew very well that his horse's temper was very bad, but now it is as obedient as a dog.

Zhao Chuanxin lifted Gao Dingyu with one hand, and shouted loudly: "I won't let him go, what can you do?"

adjutant:"……"

I thought I was going to say something, but it sounded like a child's rebellious tone.

"Zhao Chuanxin, if you hurt the governor, you will be an enemy of the whole of Spain, and the Qing court will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin took the Lugang M1907 and shot Gao Dingyu's calf.

Gao Dingyu's calf was bleeding profusely, and he cried out "Aww" in pain.

"Where are you staying?"

The other party's scalp was numb: "You, you... Portugal will not let you go."

boom!
The other calf also suffered.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Come on, continue threatening."

Without waiting for the threat from the other party, Gao Dingyu spoke first: "Shut up the son of a bitch, and you'll just add to the fucking mess!"

It's Portuguese.

There was no sound from the other side, so Gao Dingyu said to Zhao Chuanxin with twitching cheeks, "Let me go."

"Why?"

"I can stop pursuing it."

Zhao Chuanxin hit Gao Dingyu's face with a cigarette butt with a little spark, making a sizzling sound of grilling flesh.

Gao Dingyu struggled in pain, but Zhao Chuanxin's arm was made of steel, making him motionless, and he could only bear it.

Zhao Chuanxin gritted his teeth: "Damn Zhuo Nima, at this moment, you still have a condescending tone with me. Why don't you pursue it? How the hell do you have the right to pursue it with me? Now the question is whether I will pursue it or not, you know? ?”

Gao Dingyu was in pain and fear, but Europeans, nobles should pay attention to face.

Gao Dingyu was still not convinced: "What exactly do you want? We have warships in the port, and we can fire at any time. Under the artillery fire, not a single blade of grass will grow."

This reminds Zhao Chuanxin of the Chinese people under the power of the great powers, especially in the next era.Whenever the great powers threatened that warships would open fire on the coast, hehe, the group of people would wilt in fright, and everything was easy to discuss.

Zhao Chuanxin saw his virtue and knew that even if he was let go, this guy would not be obedient.

With murderous intent in his eyes, he suddenly pressed Gao Dingyu's head down and took out the hand axe.

The adjutant was terrified: "Mr. Zhao, wait..."

"Wait, Nima!"

puff...

The whole place was silent.

The adjutant looked at the hot blood gushing out, his body trembling: "You, you..."

Relying on his identity as a Portuguese, he just wanted to say harsh words, but immediately came to the conclusion that whoever said harsh words would die.

Now that the supreme officer is dead, it stands to reason that the adjutant should give the order.

But he was so close to Zhao Chuanxin that he didn't dare to say a word.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his head, his mask was covered in blood.

He stared at the wolf and looked around: "From this day on, the Portuguese can only move within the prescribed concession and must not interfere with my actions on the Australian island of Zhao Chuanxin. Pass this on to the new governor. , disobedient, Gao Dingyu will end!"

The Portuguese soldiers couldn't hold back anymore, someone shouted: "Shoot!"

bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin was fine, the white horse was shot in the ass, and the adjutant was shot...

This is called guns without eyes!
Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

After dodging cover, he switched to a Winchester M1897.

The adjutant was shot, but the wound was not life-threatening, in the shoulder.

The white horse was beaten on the buttocks, and ran out of the woods with a limp.

The Portuguese soldiers approached cautiously. The adjutant leaned against the tree, shook his head slightly at them, and pointed to the ground.

Silently told everyone: Zhao Chuanxin did not leave, he is still here.

As everyone knows, Zhao Chuanxin saw all of this.

boom……

The shotgun roared.

At this time Zhao Chuanxin was already on the tree, he was condescending and rained bullets.

boom……

boom……

At this distance, one shot or two may not be fatal, but the advantage is that the rain and dew are evenly exposed, and one shot is a shot.

The howling of ghosts and wolves was endless.

When they raised their guns to fight back against the canopy, Zhao Chuanxin moved away.

The adjutant swore that he had never seen such a warfighter in his life.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked on the tree trunk, held his head with both hands, and tried to use his back to break through the dense branches and leaves of the tree crown.

After breaking away, his body rolled 360 degrees in the air, his waist and abdomen straightened his body, and he landed on another tree.

chug chug...

The adjutant was already dumbfounded.

Not only can he run and jump, he has unlimited firepower, he can switch between various firearms, which weapon is used in which position, and the consciousness of controlling the audience seems to be engraved in his bones, without thinking.

Fortunately, Gao Dingyu underestimated him, he was stronger than the adjutant imagined.

Zhao Chuanxin was so fast that the Portuguese machine gunners had no time to turn their guns.

He emptied the clip while sitting on a tree branch, leaning back and avoiding the focus fire.

Support the trunk with both hands, and turn 180 degrees by virtue of the large inclination angle of the trunk.

The coat fluttered in the air.

After landing, run away.

Zhao Chuanxin ran wildly in the forest at a speed of [-] meters. His legs did not feel sore at all, but his heart beat faster and he was slightly panting.

Between the heart and lungs, is there no strenuous activity?
Today, Zhao Chuanxin has tested the limit of the root of the starry sky.

Wherever he passed, the bark was splashed by bullets.

bang bang bang bang bang...

Zhao Chuanxin shot three shots from behind the tree, and the distance was very close. Unexpectedly, the bullets missed. Few of the Portuguese soldiers who were shot were able to stand up again.

At this time, the Portuguese soldiers were frightened.

Blood energy can only be aroused if both sides suffer casualties, and unilateral casualties will only make people desperate.

The adjutant covered the bleeding wound and shouted: "Cease fire, cease fire, let's make peace."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the big tree, breathed evenly, leaned on the tree trunk, took out the bottle and took a big sip of water.

There is no justice in the human body.

The so-called disease comes like a mountain fall, and the disease goes like a silk thread.

It takes a long time to become strong, and it takes an instant to become weak.

His body has not fully recovered.

Coupled with the dense branches and leaves in the forest, the sun can only fall in spots, and there is no time to replenish energy. Zhao Chuanxin is a little tired.

"Thirty-year-old man, not as good as before..." Zhao Chuanxin calmed down his heartbeat.

He didn't speak.

This terrain has both advantages and disadvantages for him.

The advantage is that you can eat less guns, otherwise it will hurt if you don't die.

The disadvantage is that the complex environment resists the enemy's attack and also hinders his effective killing.

It's not like sweeping a large area on a boat or in an alley.

The adjutant did not hear Zhao Chuanxin's response.

All the Portuguese soldiers looked at him with no fighting spirit in their eyes, they just wanted to stay away from this life-swallowing forest.

The adjutant continued to shout without confidence: "I agree to your conditions, and I will not cross the line in the future."

This is what Zhao Chuanxin wanted.

He lit a cigarette to relieve his fatigue, and exhaled a one-meter-long smoke bouquet: "I will give you time for a cup of tea."

The adjutant heard the words as if he had received an amnesty: "Okay, let's withdraw."

Zhao Chuanxin waited with his back against the big tree, and heard the rustling sound coming from a distance.

He walked around, put his coat behind him, lifted his shirt and looked, his body was bruised and purple.

The adrenaline pumped out and the pain felt unbearable.

He moved, stretching his muscles in silent protest.

He took a rough look at the corpses, the Portuguese soldiers were killed or injured at least over a hundred.

When walking out, a Portuguese soldier was not completely dead, and he raised his upper body with a rifle and a bayonet, as if he wanted to say, "Help me up and continue fighting!"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at it, he raised his leg and kicked sideways, and kicked on the opponent's face.

Zhao Chuanxin tugged at the hem of the rolled-up coat, put it back on the right position with a "hula", and walked out of the woods with a cigarette in his mouth.

There were no ambushes outside.

But there was a handsome white horse with aristocratic air, whose left hind leg was trembling and unable to stand steadily.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin, it hesitated for a moment, and even limped over Zhao Chuanxin and came over.

Zhao Chuanxin touched the horse's face, this guy is much more airy than Mi Shan.

He came to the back of the white horse and took a look at the wound: "Hold on, the bullet will be picked out for you."

The white horse didn't know why, and looked back at him pitifully.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the tweezers specially designed to hold warheads, which is a necessary medical tool for everyone in the insurance team.

But Zhao Chuanxin is obviously not good at learning skills. After watching it for a long time, he doesn't know how to start.

He has learned a lot, but has never tried it.

Just as he was hesitating, the smart gyroscope on his arm vibrated.

Zhao Chuanxin froze for a moment, then handed the tweezers to it.

The smart gyroscope has no hands, but it can change shape.

Complicated tools will definitely not be used, but a knife or tweezers are within reach.

It floated behind the horse's buttocks with tweezers, while Zhao Chuanxin went to the front.

A cow kicks a person from the side, and a horse kicks a person from behind. He doesn't want to be kicked. A rib fan can break his bones.

He hugged the white horse's neck, and the smart gyroscope suddenly inserted the tweezers into the wound.

Sure enough, the white horse felt the pain, subconsciously raised its hind hooves, and of course kicked in vain.

For Zhao Chuanxin, even if he didn't get kicked by it, he might not be able to squeeze out the bullet.

But the smart gyroscope is fine. When the horse's buttocks are lifted, the smart gyroscope is also raised, almost synchronously, and the angle of the tweezers does not change.

Just one click, and the bullet is taken out.

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his arms and let out a long sigh of relief.

The white horse's painful "Xi Lv Lv" neighed endlessly.

"Okay, stop yelling, it's over." Zhao Chuanxin cursed and took out the wound medicine and bandages. The white horse was not honest, but after a painful experience, it didn't struggle too violently after being killed by the wound medicine .

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin took out the medical tape to stick the bandage.

As early as 1901, American doctor Erwin A. Weber used medical tape to assist in fixing plaster for the first time to treat fractures.

Maybe it is not common in China, but in the hospitals in the United States, adhesive tape is already an indispensable auxiliary medical material. Before returning, Zhao Chuanxin specially bought some to take with him.

"Let's go." Zhao Chuanxin patted the horse's back and walked back first.

The white horse didn't need to be led, it limped along behind.

Not far away, I saw Chuan Shuiju rushing over with a few members of the judging team: "Master, I see that the Portuguese soldiers have retreated, are you alright?"

Zhao Chuanxin's mouth was sticky, and he spit out bloodshot blood: "It's okay."

A bullet hit the mask just now, breaking the oral mucosa.

Chui Shuiju said: "The deputy head sent a letter saying that the batch of 88-style committee rifles and ammunition for Mr. Sun has already been shipped to Mr. Sun."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: "It seems that the great cause of rebellion, which has been defeated and fought repeatedly, is about to start again, and I don't know who my brother will send to support it."

(End of this chapter)