The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Killing like crazy!

Bayar Bo'er thought that Zhao Chuanxin was really crazy and could no longer distinguish between people.

He doesn't even dare to persuade him now. Firstly, it's not easy for Zhao Chuanxin to go his own way. Secondly, what if he gets jealous and kills him too?

Zhao Chuanxin threw the wheel away casually and hit the last Belgian missionary who escaped on the back of his head. His vision went black and his occipital bone collapsed visibly.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Bah, what the fuck!"

After speaking, he turned around, looked at the dumbfounded people, and shouted: "What are you doing here? The locusts have almost eaten the crops, why don't you go catch the grasshoppers?"

The crowd screamed and dispersed...

They would hate it if Zhao Chuanxin attacked them specifically. Zhao Chuanxin was indiscriminate and even took care of the Belgian missionaries. They felt much better and the result was easier for them to accept.

Zhao Chuanxin came to Bayar's head and said, "Are you leaving? I'm leaving anyway."

"Let's go, but please first..."

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "You know who I am. You can ask about me, but you can't reveal my whereabouts. Do you understand?"

Although the years have given Bayar enough composure, it seems to have no effect in front of Zhao Chuanxin. He is nervous and the toes of his boots are grinding on the ground.

"Immortal God has given me a tight mouth, and I usually use it to keep secrets."

Zhao Chuanxin nodded, lowered his head, and lowered the brim of his cowboy hat: "Changshengtian is still sensible."

"..."

"Wait!" Bayar Bor'e suddenly stopped Zhao Chuanxin, who was already taking steps: "The wooden frame... Yokokawa Yoshiro said that the Japanese colluded with the palace of Prince Karaqingong to exert influence on Liaoyuan Meng Banner. Is this good or bad?"

This old man is not bad-minded, he is nostalgic for old friendships, but he is a little confused.

Zhao Chuanxin held the Miao Dao, tilted his head slightly and said, "A group of wolves colluded with your shepherd dog and urinated everywhere to mark the territory of your sheep. What do you think the wolves thought?"

Bayarbo somewhat understood.

He asked: "Then what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his fingers and accurately deflected a flying locust: "Of course, you should be calm and reasonable. As the saying goes, you can travel all over the world with reason, but you can't move even without reason."

"Uh...I don't believe it."

"You still ask if you don't believe me?"

"..." Bayar's forehead mustered up his courage: "I have a request."

"turn down!"

Bayar smiled bitterly: "I request to go with you. I have some friendship with Prince Gong. Maybe I can convince him."

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment.

The grassland is not only concerned about little Japan, Tsarist Russia is also eyeing it.

People in Outer Mongolia are even more unstable.

With the Year of Xinhai approaching, Zhao Chuanxin was unwilling to use violent means to force Meng Qi into the arms of the enemy.

And he had some vague thoughts about this large land.

So he said: "That's right."

I agree, I agree, but there are some conditions that must be agreed with Bayar Bor.

Since they were together, Zhao Chuanxin went to the temple gate and took a fairly tall horse, which was left behind when the killed people fled.

There is a plague of locusts on the grassland, and it is very painful to step on the Misty Traveler. The serrations on the hind legs of the locusts are as sharp as knives. When they collide at high speed, they will produce a blood mark.

Might as well ride a horse.

The two men rode eastward.

Behind them, Suiyuan City General and Mongolian Banner Reclamation Minister Xinqin was personally leading Sun Qingtang, the commander-in-chief of Datong Town, and soldiers from the second battalion of the Tumote Army, chasing after them on horseback.

Because not only the common people complained to the government, but foreigners also went to the government to complain.

Many people died in the foreign affairs, and Xinqin was shocked when he heard this.

After the Yihequan Rebellion subsided, even if the bandit Liu Tianyou himself came, he would not be so bold as to kill foreigners openly.

If he did not give an explanation, these Belgian missionaries threatened to call the Qing Foreign Ministry to demand an explanation.

Before departure, Xinqin was inspecting the locust plague situation and met Bayarbor and the others.

Sun Qingtang leaned on the horse and shouted: "Sir, I heard from the people that the horses were left behind at that time. I'm afraid the bandits have already left the building."

"The most bandits in the Suiyuan area are Liu Tianyou and his like. Now that foreigners are dead, even if they dig three feet into the ground, the bandits must be brought to justice." Xinqin is an old man and does not want to suffer this bumpy situation bitter.

But the thief was too arrogant.

…

Zhao Chuanxin and the two ran for more than two hours, and the horse was tired and needed to slow down and rest for an hour and a half.

Zhao Chuanxin seized the time, quickly lit a cigarette, and took a few puffs intoxicatedly.

His addiction to smoking became more and more severe.

It is said that if you want to survive into the 21st century, it is best to get rid of all bad habits.

But subconsciously, Zhao Chuanxin did not want to quit smoking.

He didn't even bother to practice his balancing act.

There are some ideas that he usually avoids deliberately.

In fact, how this world will develop if he does not participate in it has already been determined, and the result is not unacceptable.

The real contradiction lies in the long lifeline and the fetters in the years. If you cannot coordinate, you will be injured after all.

He has tried his best to avoid it, but when a person lives in the world, unless he lives in seclusion in the mountains, it will inevitably leave some mark on his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses, pointed forward and asked, "Where is this?"

"TMTZQ here."

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that there were inns, shops and restaurants here, he said, "Go and eat before leaving."

Bayar was a little hesitant: "There are soldiers stationed at TMTYQ. They may be chasing us halfway at this time. It's better for us to continue on our way."

He guessed correctly.

However, Zhao Chuanxin had already stood up and dismounted: "It doesn't matter, they will chase theirs, and we will eat ours."

This shop is opened by Shanxi people. It's not big. The tables and chairs are all covered with pulp. It's obviously been open for a few years.

The two of them sat down. The waiter came over with a rag on his shoulders and asked, "Sir, what do you want?"

Zhao Chuanxin thought for a while: "I want happiness, freedom, the stars and the sea, and I want this mountain and river to enjoy peace forever. Well, that's all."

Bayar's forehead: "..."

Waiter: "..."

In this era, the smartest people are the waiters.

The waiter rolled his eyes, knowing that Zhao Chuanxin was joking, so he said cheerfully: "Sir, those who make wishes usually go to the lamasery nearby."

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "In that case, let's have two bowls of noodles, some chicken, duck, goose and so on."

"Our store's vinegar-soaked mutton is a masterpiece. Sir, would you like to try it?"

"Well, forget about anything that brings mutton. Chickens, ducks, geese, and fish are all fine." Zhao Chuanxin almost vomited after eating the mutton.

What he wants to eat most now is pork, but obviously the conditions here do not allow it.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, then said: "Okay, then two bowls of noodles, two pieces of salty baked goods, sweet and sour fish, crispy chicken..."

Zhao Chuanxin just said it casually, but he didn't expect there to be any fish.

He asked in surprise: "Where did the fish come from?"

The waiter in the shop was very talkative: "Guest, I'm just joking. There's a lake next to it, and there's a lot of fish and shrimps in there."

After the waiter left, Zhao Chuanxin asked Bayar: "What is Hou Bo'er?"

"Tao Sihao Xihaizi, a lake left behind by the diversion and change of the Yellow River."

Bayar Bor'e can be said to be a living map of the grassland, he is well-informed, and because he is a shaman, he can be considered to be familiar with astronomy and geography.

Maybe the food in this restaurant doesn't taste good, but after eating too much mutton, Zhao Chuanxin's mouth was full of oil and he couldn't help eating.

In order to let the horse eat more fodder, Zhao Chuanxin also deliberately drank four or five bowls of tea to relieve his tiredness while waiting.

But Bayar Bor was always worried about the approaching pursuers and seemed restless.

After eating and drinking well, Zhao Chuanxin finally paid the bill readily when Bayar's head was extremely uneasy.

Because I enjoyed my meal, the waiter provided attentive service and even gave me an extra ten bucks as a tip.

In a place like this, even ten bucks can make the waiter smile.

"Sir, please go slowly. Please come back next time..." The waiter waved goodbye reluctantly.

After the taciturn Bayar got on his horse, he asked doubtfully: "Why do you give me more money?"

Zhao Chuanxin hung the Miao Dao on his horse and said, "Because I am happy."

Bayar was speechless: "We won't pay more for meals."

"Don't compare to me. My underwear is all encrusted with diamonds."

"..." Bayar said: "We can't walk along the main road. I know there is a magical way of transmitting messages. Maybe the generals in Suiyuan City have received the message and are waiting there."

He was talking about the telegram.

However, it is unclear whether telegraphs were laid on the grassland.

What he didn't know was that Suiyuan General Xinqin was not actually in Suiyuan City, but behind them.

After Zhao Chuanxin had eaten and drank enough, he followed Shan Ruliu and took a detour.

But this detour didn't matter. About two hours later, the two of them were at the foot of a mountain. They were greeted by more than ten men on horseback. They had scimitars hanging on the sides of their horses and horned bows. The leader even carried a quickie on his back. Guns, speeding towards the two of them and surrounding them...