mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 556 Has This Arrived at the Eighteenth Floor of Hell?

Balancing also counts as strenuous activity.

The sun was just right in the sky, Zhao Chuanxin didn't feel tired at all, it really became a warm-up.

After warming up, he looked down at the old sacred altar, and the power of faith had been filled.

After replenishing the status, Zhao Chuanxin said to the little old man's body: "Wait for Zhao to use Luo Shada's head to pay homage to you and other dead souls."

……

Before Luo Shada marched into Jiu'ao Mountain, he sent someone to inform Zhang Renjun.

The visitor looked arrogant, and said to Zhang Renjun, "The bandits on Jiu'ao Mountain brutally killed [-] of our soldiers. Our Governor Luo Shada sent me to inform Mr. Zhang that we are going to Jiu'ao Mountain to suppress the bandits. "

Zhang Renjun's face changed suddenly: "As far as I know, there are only fishermen in Jiu'ao Mountain, and there are no bandits."

The person who came came over and said: "This matter is undeniable. The remains of our soldiers are still in the coffins. If you don't believe me, Master Zhang, you can go and see for yourself. Our governor said that in order to maintain a stable situation, Jiu'ao Mountain must be stable for a long time."

As soon as this remark came out, Zhang Renjun was completely angry: "What does Luo Shada mean? Is he coveting the Luhuan area? Do you want to occupy it for a long time?"

The person who came did not give an inch: "This is just to protect the interests of our Portugal, please let Master Zhang know. I came here today to inform Master Zhang, not to ask Master Zhang to agree. The number of casualties of our soldiers has been reported to the country. More military forces will be invested in Australia Island in the future.”

This is a threat.

Zhang Renjun's chest rose and fell.

The visitor cupped his hands and said, "My mission has been accomplished, so I will resign. If there is any trouble, I ask Mr. Zhang to forgive me."

Turn around and leave.

But Zhang Renjun was very angry.

"Come here, report this matter to the imperial court immediately, and gather another army to prepare for the attack at any time."

Even if Zhang Renjun was angry again, he would not dare to start a war with Portugal rashly.

The Qing court replied quickly.

Zhang Renjun took the telegram and looked at it: This matter must be extra cautious and take care of everything.The Portuguese are not given an excuse to provoke border disputes, and it is based on public opinion, so they are not allowed to use weapons...

Zhang Renjun is depressed, is this to make him a peacemaker?My own people are being massacred by the Portuguese, how many peacemakers should I be?
No, absolutely not.

Zhang Renjun got up suddenly: "Come here, prepare a thousand new troops, bring some artillery fire, advance to the Wanchai Fort in Beishanling, and send additional troops to station at each pass. If the Portuguese ask, please tell me that the new troops in the 25th town The staff officer went to O Island to inspect the defense..."

The subordinate asked: "Governor, how should the court inquire about crimes?"

Really tired.

To defend against the enemy, one has to take care of one's own camp.

Zhang Renjun waved his hand: "This officer said, this is not a war, but a patrol for defense."

His subordinates understood in seconds that Zhang Renjun wanted to intimidate Portugal, and hoped that they would stop in time.

……

Zhao Chuanxin came to the small road at the foot of Jiu'ao Mountain, and came to the tree where he took a photo with the black-backed ape before, and found a small dirt bag there.

He froze for a moment, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the small dirt bag was like a graveyard.

On the tree, there was no shadow of the black-backed ape.

Those snot-nosed babies who like to come here to play are also gone.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't stay and left here quickly.

At the foot of Jiu'ao Mountain, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Portuguese logistics soldiers who were transporting supplies to the mountain in front of them, and quietly groped through the woods.

After approaching, apart from anything else, QW made consecutive moves.

boom……

Winchester M1897 ringing.

Two Portuguese soldiers carrying ammunition boxes flew backwards.

The rest were terrified, and without waiting for a counterattack, Zhao Chuanxin rushed into the flock, and the smart gyroscope with the elf carving knife spun around him, jumped, and blood glistened and splashed everywhere.

On the mountain, the Portuguese soldiers who were attacking the village heard gunshots down the mountain, causing them a small commotion.

When fighting on the front line, the most worrying thing is that an enemy will stab a knife in the back.

They sent a team of ten people to go down the mountain to investigate the situation.

Just happened to meet Zhao Chuanxin who was going up the mountain head-on.

Jiu'ao Mountain is not high, and the side with the road is not steep.

When others go uphill, they should drive slowly at a constant speed.

But Zhao Chuanxin was running at a trot, breathing evenly, and his physical strength was extremely exaggerated.

Seeing the Portuguese team descending the mountain, Zhao Chuanxin took out the Goldberg M1907 and shot.

In the world of bolt-action rifles, the sound of assault rifles is enough to make your scalp tingle just by listening to them.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

The firepower was so powerful that the Portuguese soldiers were ready to retreat as soon as they fired.

But Zhao Chuanxin didn't give them this chance at all, and shot while running up the mountain. In a few breaths, all the Portuguese soldiers on the mountainside were killed.

Now, the Portuguese soldiers who were attacking on the mountain really panicked.

"The enemy has a helper to go up the mountain. Could it be that the reserve team at the bottom of the mountain is just a piece of paper, and it was broken in one attack."

The adjutant's face turned pale, and he heard the very unique rhythm of the gunfire of the Goldberg M1907.

At this time, in the whole world, apart from Zhao Chuanxin, there is no other person who possesses this kind of weapon, which can be said to be unique.

Last time, Zhao Chuanxin warned him that he should not play outside Portugal's existing territory.

But the scar was healed and he forgot the pain. He felt that the new governor, Rosada, had a tough wrist, so he could try it, but the retribution came immediately.

The adjutant panicked, but he didn't want to sit still, he hurriedly said: "Array, don't worry about those fishermen now, prepare to defend against the enemies up the mountain, hurry up, a group of idiots..."

When they lined up, holding Wilgello M1904 rifles in their hands, they were ready to line up and shoot the incoming enemies.

The halfway up the mountain and the bottom of the mountain returned to silence and became silent.

"What about people?"

"Damn it, where did it go?"

The unknown is the most terrifying.

"Is it the Qing army?"

"The Qing army would not dare to start a war with Portugal."

Adjutants are the most nervous.

He knew that Zhao Chuanxin was here, but he didn't say it because it would affect the morale of the army.

He held his breath, and any disturbance could make him tremble with fright.

At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder.

The adjutant was stunned, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but tear his eyes.

He was so scared that he couldn't speak for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin ran behind him without anyone noticing.

How can this be?

First of all, the speed here is too fast, and secondly, the route on the mountain is strictly guarded by them, and it is obvious that no one is going up the mountain.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned and said: "I have clearly warned you, you must not take the usual path."

He exhausted the power of faith in the old sacred altar before teleporting silently to the mountain.

As he said that, Zhao Chuanxin had an extra ax in his hand, and chopped it down viciously.

puff……

The adjutant fell down, and the rest of them hadn't reacted yet.

Who made the adjutant timid and stood at the end.

All the Portuguese soldiers were on alert, looking down the mountain, and didn't notice it for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin brushed the adjutant's hair and slowly put him down.

He started running with two long legs, holding a God of War M1907 in each hand.

The total number of Portuguese soldiers on the mountain was about [-], which seemed small, but for a group of untrained fishermen, it was considered a sledgehammer.

When Zhao Chuanxin ran for a third of the way, someone finally woke up from the spurt of blood: "Be careful behind you, the enemy is attacking..."

Now that it was exposed, Zhao Chuanxin fired his gun.

chug chug...

The smell of gunpowder rushed straight to the forehead, and even if the sun was shining, the general outline of the bullet flames could be seen. While the tongue of fire was hesitating, there were desperate howls everywhere.

Ares M1907 uses the same type of pistol bullet as Lugang M1907, which is far less powerful than rifle bullets.

So someone was shot two or three times and still survived, and he suffered even more if he did not die.

The little old man was only shot once in the hollow of the shoulder, and then he lost blood and died, which shows how big the difference in power between the two types of bullets is.

This is why the firepower of the Ares M1907 far exceeds that of the Goldberg M1907, but Zhao Chuanxin often uses assault rifles.

Sometimes, he needs a single shot to incapacitate an enemy.

But at this time, due to the large number of enemies and zero-range close combat, Zhao Chuanxin can only use the God of War M1907.

Zhao Chuanxin himself was shot six or seven times in an instant, which is one of the disadvantages of unobstructed close combat.

Zhao Chuanxin snorted twice, put away the God of War M1907, took out the Lugang M1907 with his right hand, and continued to charge forward with his left hand holding a dead body as a shield.

A Portuguese soldier fired a shot at the "corpse shield", and hurriedly pulled the bolt, and was about to shoot a second time when the smart gyroscope arrived.

The Portuguese soldiers had already seen the horror of being cut across their robes by this knife. The whole body was cut into two obliquely, and the upper body dragged and crawled on the ground, which was terrifying to the point of trembling and despair.

He hurriedly wanted to shoot the smart gyroscope, but the smart gyroscope could dodge bullets even with Zhao Chuanxin, let alone dodge a blow deftly and chop down vertically when it was almost equal to no weight.

The Portuguese soldiers fired a single shot, and seeing the elf carving knife coming menacingly, they raised the Wilguero M1904 to resist.

No surprises, even a man with a gun, split vertically from the middle...

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "It's a pity the gun."

Zhao Chuanxin is terrifying, and the smart gyroscope is even more terrifying.

The Portuguese soldiers who survived were desperate.

Zhao Chuanxin's firepower is so fierce that people doubt life. The sharpness of the elf carving knife is almost indestructible. What's more terrible is that Zhao Chuanxin seems to be invincible. Many people watched as they hit Zhao Chuanxin, but Zhao Chuanxin continued to run wild .

One person couldn't stand the overwhelming pressure, and knelt directly: "I surrender..."

Then "hula" a large group of Portuguese soldiers knelt down and begged for mercy.

According to Zhao Chuanxin's habit, he never accepted surrender, but this time he stopped.

There was a dull pain in the place where he was shot, especially the second rib under the chest. That place had some shit luck and was shot twice in a row.

The typical fortitude A resisted, but no one could hold it.

Enduring the pain by force, he threw the corpse on the ground. The corpse was already shattered due to too much ammunition, and it was almost torn apart after the fall, which was extremely tragic.

Zhao Chuanxin stood fiercely in front of the surviving twenty or so people, and shouted: "Put down the gun, untie the belt, two people, and bind each other's hands."

I don't know if it's pretending not to understand, or there are other careful thoughts, the group of people is unmoved.

Zhao Chuanxin picked the nearest one and raised his hand to shoot.

boom.

Right in the forehead.

Fell to the ground.

"Move the fuck!"

The rest dare not hesitate any longer.

After they tied each other up in a hurry, Zhao Chuanxin began to collect the weapons.

On the mountain, some villagers noticed that the gunfire had stopped and watched curiously.

Seeing a group of foreign devil soldiers kneeling, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "It's that lazy man surnamed Zhao, he's back, he's here to save us..."

Zhao Chuanxin did not give his real name here, but only told everyone that his surname was Zhao.

He was lying on a chair all day long, not doing any work, and always playing with a group of children. Everyone secretly nicknamed him a lazy man.

The villagers hung their colors, walked out from every corner exhausted, and gathered here.

When they saw the remains of severed limbs at the scene, even the most brave people were frightened.

Is this the [-]th floor of hell...

(End of this chapter)