The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Gao Dingyu said nothing, but Zhao Chuanxin looked to the side.

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

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

In panic, he actually showed an awkward smile.

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

Gao Dingyu's face turned red, and he screamed "Ahhhh" from his throat.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered: "If you don't give the order, fine, I'll let your horse kick you to death."

With that said, he turned the horse's head and tried to repeat the same trick.

At this time, the adjutant said in fluent Chinese: "Mr. Zhao, is it possible that your whip is too tight and the governor is speechless?"

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

He whistled, and the whip of judgment was loosened.

Gao Dingyu gasped for breath. The lack of oxygen made him dizzy for a while, but he could only hold back and shout: "Cease fire, stop, stop the hell..."

"Let the governor go!"

"You have been surrounded..."

There are people who speak Chinese.

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

Baima gave in, lowered his head, and rubbed Zhao Chuanxin's arm with his mouth.

Gao Dingyu was stunned.

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

Zhao Chuanxin lifted Gao Dingyu up 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 rebellious child.

"Zhao Chuanxin, if you hurt the governor, you will become the 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 in the calf.

Gao Dingyu's calf was bleeding profusely, and he cried out 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 the threat."

Without waiting for the other party to threaten, Gao Dingyu spoke first: "Shut up, you son of a bitch, you will only cause more trouble!"

Spoken in Portuguese.

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

"Why?"

"I can stop pursuing it."

Zhao Chuanxin's cigarette butt, which still had some sparks on it, hit Gao Dingyu's face, making a sizzling sound of grilling flesh.

Gao Dingyu struggled in pain, but Zhao Chuanxin's arms were made of steel, making him unable to move at all, and he could only suffer.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "Zhuo Nima, now you are still talking condescendingly to me, why don't you hold me accountable? What the hell do you have the right to hold me accountable? The question now is whether I will hold him accountable, you know?" ?”

Gao Dingyu was in pain and scared, but as Europeans, nobles have to pay attention to face.

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

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of the Chinese people under the power of foreign powers, especially in the next era. Whenever the great powers threaten to fire their warships towards the coast, haha, the group of people will become frightened and everything will be discussed.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw his virtue, he knew that even if he was let back, he would not be obedient.

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

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

"Wait for it!"

Pfft...

There was silence.

The adjutant saw blood gushing out, and his body trembled: "You, you..."

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

Now that the top 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 clutched his head, and his mask was covered in blood.

He looked around with eagle eyes: "From this day on, the Portuguese can only move within the specified concession, and are not allowed to interfere with all the actions of Zhao Chuanxin on Ao Island. Pass this message to the new governor , If you don’t obey, Gao Dingyu will be punished!”

The Portuguese soldiers could no longer hold back, and someone shouted: "Shoot!"

Bang, bang, bang...

Zhao Chuanxin was fine, Baima Ma was hit by a bullet in the butt, the adjutant was shot once...

This is called guns without eyes!

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

After ducking for cover, he changed into a Winchester M1897.

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

The white horse was spanked and limped away out of the woods.

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

Silently telling everyone: Zhao Chuanxin has not left, he is still here.

As everyone knows, all this is seen by Zhao Chuanxin.

boom……

Shotgun blast.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin was already on the tree. He was condescending and unleashed a hail of bullets.

boom……

boom……

At this distance, one shot or two shot may not be fatal, but the advantage is that the rain and dew are both absorbed, one by one.

The cries of ghosts and howls of wolves continued incessantly.

When they raised their guns and fired back at the tree crown, Zhao Chuanxin moved.

The adjutant swore that he had never seen anyone fighting like this in his life.

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

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

Chug tug tug…

The adjutant was dumbfounded.

Not only can he run and jump, he has unlimited firepower, he can switch between various firearms smoothly, and he can use which weapon in which position. The awareness of controlling the whole scene seems to be engraved in his bones, and he can pick it up at his fingertips without thinking.

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

Zhao Chuanxin's speed was so fast that the Portuguese machine gunner had no time to turn his gun.

He sat on a tree branch and emptied his magazine, leaning back to avoid the concentrated fire.

Holding the tree trunk with both hands, he turned 180 degrees due to the large tilt angle of the tree trunk.

Coats fluttered in the air.

After landing, run away.

Zhao Chuanxin ran wildly through the forest at a sprint speed of 100 meters. He didn't feel any pain in his legs, but his heartbeat accelerated and he was slightly panting.

How can there be no strenuous activities between the heart and lungs?

Today, Zhao Chuanxian tested the limits of Starry Sky Root.

Wherever he passed, the bark of the tree was spattered by bullets.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

Zhao Chuanxin fired at three points behind the tree at a very close distance. Unexpectedly, the bullets missed and few of the Portuguese soldiers who were hit by the bullets could stand up again.

At this time, the Portuguese soldiers were already frightened.

Blood energy can only be aroused by casualties on both sides. One-sided casualties will only lead to despair.

The adjutant held his bleeding wound and shouted: "Ceasefire, ceasefire, let's negotiate a peace."

Zhao Chuanxin leaned against the big tree, took out a bottle and drank a large amount of water.

There is no fairness to the human body.

It is said that illness comes like a mountain falling, and illness goes away like a thread spinning.

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

His body has not fully recovered.

In addition, the branches and leaves in the forest were dense, and the sunlight could only fall in spots. There was no time to replenish energy, and Zhao Chuanxin was a little tired.

"This old man in his thirties is not as good as before..." Zhao Chuanxin calmed down his heartbeat.

He said nothing.

This terrain has both advantages and disadvantages for him.

The advantage is that you can take less bullets, otherwise it will hurt even 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 being on a boat or in an alley, sweeping away a large area.

The adjutant did not hear Zhao Chuanxin's response.

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

The adjutant continued to shout without confidence: "I agree to your conditions, and I will never cross the line from now on."

This is what Zhao Chuanxin wants.

He lit a cigarette to relieve his fatigue and blew out a meter-long stream of smoke: "I'll give you time for a cup of tea."

The adjutant heard this and felt as though he had been granted amnesty: "Okay, we'll withdraw now."

Zhao Chuanxin was waiting with his back against the big tree, and heard the rustling sound coming from the distance gradually getting further away.

He walked around, put his coat behind, lifted up his shirt and took a look. His body was covered in bruises and bruises.

The adrenaline rush subsided and I felt unbearable pain.

He moved a little, and his stretched muscles made a silent protest.

He took a cursory look at the corpses and found that there were at least over a hundred dead and injured Portuguese soldiers.

When walking out, a Portuguese soldier was not dead. He was holding a rifle and a bayonet and raised his upper body, as if he wanted to say: "Hel me up and continue fighting!"

Without even looking, Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and kicked the opponent in the face. The wounded soldier rolled his eyes as he was kicked, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.

Zhao Chuanxin tugged at the hem of his rolled-up coat, put it back into its normal position with a "hoo!", and walked out of the woods with a cigarette in his mouth.

There is no ambush outside.

But there was a majestic and aristocratic white horse, whose left hind leg was trembling and unsteady.

When it saw Zhao Chuanxin, it hesitated for a moment, and then limped over Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin touched the horse's face. This guy's appearance was much more impressive than Mi Shan's.

He came behind the white horse and took a look at the wound: "Hold it, I'll pick out the bullet for you."

Bai Ma didn't know why, and turned back to look at him pitifully.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the tweezers specially designed to hold warheads. This is a must-have medical tool for everyone in the insurance team.

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

He has only scratched the surface and has never mastered it.

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

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment and handed the tweezers to it.

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

You won't be able to use complex tools, but you can easily hold a knife or tweezers.

It held the tweezers and floated behind the horse's butt, while Zhao Chuanxin went to the front.

The ox would kick him in the side, and the horse would kick him from behind. He didn't want to be kicked, and his ribs would be broken by the kick.

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

Sure enough, the white horse was in pain and subconsciously raised its hind hoof, but of course the kick was in vain.

If it were Zhao Chuanxin, even if he didn't get kicked by it, he probably wouldn't be able to squeeze out a warhead.

But the smart gyroscope will do. When the horse's butt is raised, the smart gyroscope will also be raised, almost in sync, and even the angle of lowering the tweezers will not change.

In just one click, the warhead was taken out.

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

The white horse whinnied in pain.

"Okay, stop fucking screaming, it's over." Zhao Chuanxin cursed and took out the wound medicine and bandages. Baima was not very honest, but after a painful experience, he was killed by the wound medicine and did not struggle too violently. .

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin took out the medical tape and stuck the bandage on.

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

Maybe it's not common in China, but in hospitals in the United States, tape is already an indispensable auxiliary medical material. Before returning, Zhao Chuanxin bought some and took it with him.

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

The white horse does not need to be led, but limps behind.

Not far away, I saw Chui Shuijiao coming in a hurry with several members of the ruling team: "Master, I see that the Portuguese soldiers have retreated, are you okay?"

Zhao Chuanxin's mouth was sticky and he spat, which was mixed with blood: "It's okay."

A bullet had just hit the mask, shattering the oral mucosa.

Chui Shuijiao said: "The deputy head sent a letter saying that the batch of Type 88 Commission rifles and ammunition for Mr. Sun have been shipped to Mr. Sun."

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away: "It seems that the rebellion that has been defeated repeatedly is about to start again. I don't know who my brother will send to support him."