The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin stared at the old sacred altar, waiting for enough time to open the holy light channel, and waiting for several machine gun positions to cease fire and change ammunition chains, and then he waited for the opportunity to run to the eaves and flash.

Chug tug tug…

The God of War M1907 mopped down several people in the machine gun position. Just as the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun had just replaced its ammunition belt, he lay down and fired at Rosada's position.

Rosada quickly lowered her body to avoid the metal storm.

At this point, Zhao Chuanxin personally occupied the Governor's Mansion and the adjacent positions.

Li Zhitao and others saw it, and used Zhao Chuanxin to attract the firepower of the Portuguese soldiers, and led the people to rush here to join Zhao Chuanxin.

"Master, let me help you." Li Zhitao had to shout amidst the deafening gunfire.

"The total number of troops on Ao Island is about two thousand, and there are at least nearly a thousand troops stationed elsewhere." Zhao Chuanxin handed over the machine gun and said, "Rosada must be asking for help from everywhere."

He took out three boxes of Camel cigarettes and spread them around.

Everyone took it one after another, either bringing their own matches or lighting it with fire.

Although the fighting was short, many people's faces were stained with black ash.

It can be seen how intense the refutation is.

The happiness at this time is very simple. You can hand your back to each other's comrades, puff away the smoke on the battlefield where bullets are flying, look at each other and smile, put life and death aside, no one thinks about whether they can succeed or not. See the sun tomorrow.

Li Zhitao fired a shot from behind the bunker, smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air. When Chui Shuijiao helped him light the cigarette, he said: "Captain, let's attack by force and kill these thugs!"

He thought Zhao Chuanxian was worried about his current situation.

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his head and glanced at the old sacred altar, and the power of faith was more than half over: "Okay, I'm going to attack."

He said "I", not "we".

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin stood up, stretched out his hand to draw a circle, and plunged in.

Li Zhitao used his fangs and incisors to chew the filter out of shape. He tilted his head and squinted his eyes to avoid being blinded by the smoke. He said, "Okay, then we...hey, where is the leader?"

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared before their eyes.

…

The man sent by Rosalda sent a telegram.

After receiving the news, the envoy visited the Governor's Mansion of Guangdong and Guangxi again with a look of astonishment on his face.

Zhang Renjun's master didn't look good at all: "What are you doing here?"

The messenger lowered his head and scratched his lips: "I'm here to see Mr. Zhang."

"The supervisor has taken a rest. If you have anything to do, come back tomorrow."

The messenger hurriedly said: "It's an urgent matter. I'm afraid you can't bear it if something happens."

The master frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Wait a moment."

After a moment, he came out and said, "Come with me."

Zhang Renjun was equally angry: "What's the matter?"

The envoy lowered his head again, and his tone was completely opposite to the arrogance he showed last time: "Our governor is willing to turn conflicts into friendship and hand over the gangsters in Jiu'ao to the Qing court."

Zhang Renjun sneered: "What's the point of being arrogant in front and respectful in the back?"

The messenger coughed dryly.

He doesn't want this either.

How long has it been? What a slap in the face.

He felt embarrassed, and his purpose was naturally to get Zhang Renjun to take Zhao Chuanxin away, but the envoy was unwilling to give in. He raised his chest and raised his head again: "Is the Empress Dowager Cixi of the Qing Empire willing to see the Qing and Portugal go to war?"

Zhang Renjun gritted his teeth.

This was a topic he didn't want to admit, but couldn't get over.

The great powers have figured out Cixi's weakness, and pushing further is their specialty.

Zhang Renjun said coldly: "In that case, I would like to inform your governor not to covet the land outside Majiao and not to set foot in the relevant sea areas."

He thought that the envoy would definitely not agree directly and would bargain. However, he was wrong. The envoy nodded happily: "Okay."

"..." Zhang Renjun was confused, but since the envoy was so happy, he struck while the iron was hot: "The two countries want to sign an agreement, and I will send people to survey the boundary and agree on this matter."

The envoy blinked a little too fast: "Okay."

Huh?

Zhang Renjun was shocked.

He knew the virtues of the Portuguese people very well, how could he be so reasonable?

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.

But Zhang Renjun was a border official after all. He suppressed his doubts and said calmly: "In that case, please come back, envoy. I will send people to the island soon to survey the boundary and sign the agreement."

When the envoy heard this, he no longer dared to delay and stated the ultimate goal of his trip: "Sir Zhang, the premise for agreeing to this is that you need to recall Zhao Chuanxin and evacuate Majiao."

The master's eyes flashed.

Zhang Renjun's expression became intriguing.

Suddenly they understood.

All this must be related to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was a thorn in the side, and the new Portuguese governor, Rosada, must have been afraid of Zhao Chuanxin so he kept his humiliation.

Zhao Chuanxin is truly a blessed general!

After thinking about it, Zhang Renjun leaned back on his chair and took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner: "As soon as I am free, I will notify Zhao Zhanxin. Please come back, envoy."

It is common to serve tea to see off guests, but foreigners do not understand etiquette, so Zhang Renjun needs to directly issue an order to expel guests.

The envoy finally became anxious.

Rosada is waiting for him to save her life.

He leaned forward and said, "I need Master Zhang to give the order now."

The master gave Zhang Renjun a sharp wink.

Zhang Renjun put down his tea bowl, stroked his beard and said: "Zhao Chuanxin is not an official. I cannot control what he does. I must first carefully prepare heavy gifts and send capable people to discuss with him.

The people sent here are also very careful. The status cannot be too light, otherwise it will appear rude. I cannot go in person, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin will look down upon him..."

The old man is very bad, I believe you.

The envoy was impatient and resumed his foreign rogue nature: "Sir Zhang, all kinds of compromises are limited to today. If Mr. Zhang delays, the consequences are unpredictable..."

If he could scare him, Zhang Renjun would not be worthy of being praised by the people of Guangdong and Guangxi.

Zhang Renjun slapped the table: "See you off!"

The envoy panicked: "Wait a minute, on behalf of Portugal, I would like to sign an agreement with you now, but Mr. Zhang must immediately notify Zhao Chuanxin to leave."

Zhang Renjun had never even met Zhao Chuanxin, so he didn't dare to take over everything.

He mused, Zhao Chuanxin had a rebellious temper and he would not obey anyone's orders.

How can you fool both sides?

Seeing that he was still hesitating, the envoy threatened: "Sir Zhang, if you can't make a decision, I will ask the Portuguese minister in the capital to send a note to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to see if they agree."

Zhang Renjun was really afraid that his teammates would hold him back. He glanced at the envoy with a meaningful look: "Let's sign it now, and I will send someone to Ma to hand it over. Otherwise, when you notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Rosada's grave will be covered with grass." It has grown three feet tall."

The Qing court was weak, but Zhao Chuanxin was tough. Who wouldn't use a tiger's skin to make a banner?

The envoy's face turned red.

The master was very happy to see it, and he couldn't help teasing: "Your Excellency should be grateful to the governor's platform."

Break your legs, give you a pair of crutches, and tell you that without me, you can't even walk, so you have to be grateful.

This was said by Dr. Zhou, and this scene has been played out all over the world.

The envoy angrily took out his pen and said: "Send someone quickly and draw up an agreement. I can sign it on behalf of Portugal right away."

Zhang Renjun stroked his beard and smiled: "Yes!"

…

Australia Island.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the holy light channel, and Rosada's position instantly appeared.

Rosada was really panicked. He personally took a Vergueiro M1904 and shot at the opposite position from behind the bunker to boost morale.

At this time, a "boom" came from our own position. This gunshot was obviously not the sound of a rifle.

He frowned and turned around, and saw Zhao Chuanxin going on a killing spree on the battlefield, the Winchester M1897 in his hand spitting smoke and flames, and the Portuguese soldiers were killed and wounded within the scope of the umbrella.

Rosada was extremely frightened at this time and shouted: "Stop him, quickly..."

The setting sun slants, the wind stirs up the sea surface, and the thin scales appear like scattered fireflies scattered in the water, like beads that can't be controlled.

Light smoke and floating clouds, darkness is approaching.

It was a beautiful scene at a good time, except for the brave and skilled Asura who carried a "trench broom" and swept away the lives of the Portuguese soldiers.

A pump-action shotgun without a trigger cutoff is surprisingly powerful in such a dense environment.

With the cooperation of the intelligent gyroscope, Zhao Chuanxin's body dodges left and right, attacking while dodging incoming bullets.

He had already seen the dancing Rosada. It would never be wrong to capture the thief first, even if Zhao Chuanxin didn't know that it was Rosada at this time.

The 5+1 magazine of the Winchester M1897 was emptied, and Zhao Chuanxin drew out the elf carving knife and flew past it in a lightning-like ghostly path, slashing left and right, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

"Fix the bayonet, fix the bayonet..."

At such close range, a bayonet is better to use than a bullet, because the bullet may not have time to load and pull the bolt.

Bayonet fights were common in both World War I and World War II.

Whatever has a bayonet or not, cut them all with one sword.

I blanch...the Portuguese soldiers were so frightened that they peed.

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed the Portuguese soldier in front of him between the eyebrows with his knife, firmly and accurately.

He drew his knife, grabbed the Portuguese soldier's collar, and pushed his body forward to block the bayonet extending from the left.

The elf carving knife in his right hand was invincible, and he kept swinging it with no tricks at all.

Li Zhitao and a group of adjudicators on the opposite side were shocked when they saw Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appearing on the enemy side, as if a god descended from heaven, killing people and causing the situation to change.

"Bleach, fix the bayonet, let's go help the leader!"

The distance between the two positions was not far, and everyone rushed out of the bunker to charge.

In ancient times, strong generals who dared to fight and charge would actually have very limited damage in a battle.

But it can set an example and boost the morale of the entire army.

The adjudication team went crazy and charged with their rifles with bayonets in hand.

On the position cut open by Zhao Chuanxin, the Portuguese soldiers were already in disarray. When the adjudication team rushed in, they just passively resisted this small but sharp torrent.

Li Zhitao was very strong physically. He raised his bayonet and deflected the sword tip of the Portuguese soldier on the opposite side. He shook his gun and nodded, poof...

The knife penetrated the Portuguese soldier's throat with great accuracy.

These are all evolved from the great spear skills taught by Zhao Zhongyi. For Li Zhitao to be able to perform so well requires not only exquisite skills, but also the courage to be extremely powerful.

In fact, he is also a rare fighting genius who has made rapid progress.

The second Portuguese soldier who came forward was timid and wanted to sneak attack with a bayonet. Li Zhitao's eyes turned to him after he made the first move. He shook his gun and followed the waves on the seabed, poof...

The adjudicating team behind saw it and became even more courageous.

The Arbitrator's coach was so brave that he had no chance of defeating the regular army with bayonets. Instead, he picked two of them at the first contact.

The Portuguese soldiers are nothing more than that!

The participation of Li Zhitao and the adjudication team solved Zhao Chuanxin's worries.

Zhao Chuanxin struck hard and rushed in front of Rosada in a moment.

Rosada drew out his command sword. After the last guard in front of him fell, it was his turn to face Zhao Chuanxin.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin looked back and grinned at Rosada: "Are you Rosada?"

He had a guess.

Rosada holds the command sword and raises it up. In Western swordsmanship, it is also important to grab the center line.

He spoke a bunch of Portuguese, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand.

But it’s nothing more than a dead duck’s mouth.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that the rear of the position was dominated by Li Zhitao, so he stopped worrying.

He inserted the elf carving knife back into the scepter of redemption, put it away, and took out the command knife.

"Zhao has been around the world and always puts morality first. I will fight you fairly today."

Rosada breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhao Chuanxin had collected the terrifying weapon that he couldn't even see what it was.

In gratitude, he raised his sword and bowed slightly to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held a sword in his arms and held the sword casually forward in a loose manner.

Rosada roared and raised her knife to stab.

Zhao Chuanxin originally held the sword in his right hand, but suddenly he raised his left hand.

In the left hand, there is a Lugang M1907.

boom!