The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Bureau of Mines Canteen.

There are more conches, oysters and crabs today.

Not everyone can get used to eating seafood, but not many people can refuse.

Zhao Chuanxin and his apprentice stood near the window where the meal was served, glaring at every employee who came to get the meal.

Under such circumstances, who dares not to praise someone else’s apprentice?

"Oh, your name is Doubao, right? It's amazing, a hero comes from a boy!"

"You caught them all, Beanbao? Oh, I'm as old as you, and I know how to deal with urine and mud every day, so I can't compare!"

"Duan is very powerful. Liang Qichao said that a strong young man will make a country strong. The rise and fall of a country depends only on beanbags!"

Having arrived in a strange place, surrounded by strange faces, Yao Bing instinctively missed his family.

This is great, everyone is here to praise him, now they are all one of their own, I don't feel restrained, and I don't miss home so much.

He smiled broadly, puffed out his chest and raised his belly, and proudly wiped his nose with his sleeve.

Rebecca Levi, who was watching next to him, gasped and quickly wiped his sleeves clean with a handkerchief, wiped his nose, and asked him to blow it vigorously.

This boy was very perseverant. He waited for the last person to bring the food and praise him. Still not satisfied, he asked the cook: "Is it gone?"

cook:"……"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed, picked him up by the collar and left.

During the meal, Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Everyone praises you now, but when we go to a strange place, if the children there laugh at you for missing a piece of your ear, will you cry?"

The pretty Yao Bing was stunned when he heard this and scratched his head: "I, I..."

"They laugh at you, what should you do?"

"Kill them."

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth and was noncommittal.

Rebecca Levy's Chinese listening skills are not good enough, especially when children speak in unclear words, and she doesn't quite understand.

When Zhao Chuanxin explained it in English, she was surprised and said: "That's not possible, you need to teach him..."

"Eat your food! Can I, Zhao Chuanxin's apprentice, treat him like an ordinary child? Anyone can castrate blood, but not my apprentice. Whether you can kill is one thing, whether you dare to fight is another. "

Rebecca Levi pouted and said nothing.

Zhao Chuanxin never treated her gently just because he came all the way to pursue her. On the contrary, he was as stinky and tough as ever.

What kind of stunning beauty in the world is nothing more than a red and pink skull in the eyes of Old Zhao...

After dinner, Zhao Chuanxin took his apprentice to the official room and sent a telegram to Li Guangzong: Just remembered, contact Freddy Arms Manufacturing Company to make a 300-shot Winchester M1894, and I need 9 rounds. Ammunition capacity. If you can't imitate it, just buy a batch of ready-made ones.

Because these two people communicated frequently.

Soon, Li Guangzong replied to him: This gun is not powerful, is it feasible?

Zhao Chuanxinfa: Used on horseback, bullets are cheap.

The power is indeed small, but the recoil is also small, and the barrel is short, making it easy to shoot from horseback.

Unexpectedly, Li Guangzong replied: There is no need to travel across the ocean. Your disciple has recently been thinking about Hankou Juanwang Technical College. Why not take advantage of the concession to build a new weapons factory that can use steel conveniently.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated.

He doesn't really trust those half-hearted people. After all, time is still short. Can he figure it out? After thinking about it, I was not in a hurry.

Let them do whatever they want.

So the reply: Yes!

…

Less than sixty miles southeast from the site of Lubin Mansion, next to Dalai Lake, Bayar Bor lived here.

He originally lived in a wooden hut, but when the Dalai Lake rose and flooded his place of residence, he moved to a yurt near the Bolonigov Mine.

Since returning from traveling, Bayar has aged much.

The weather has turned cold recently and his joints have been swollen and painful. He hardly moves around except to go out to bask in the sun.

The sun is shining brightly today. He is arranging his sacred crow knife, sacred drum and other tools outside the yurt.

Suddenly remembering something, he turned back, took out the powder, grinded it into a small bowl of blood, then put a piece of cloth on the silver wine pot presented by Zhao Chuanxin, and "fed" it to the rat head on it.

The mouse opened its mouth and made a sound that was inaudible to human ears. Then it yawned and closed its eyes.

As if it were a sculpture, it had always been that way.

Bayarbo wrapped the wine bottle and put it back in its place.

He rubbed his knees for a while, and heard the sound of horse hooves coming from there.

Several people came to ride, led by two people.

He has a big face and is deceptive. The second one is a foreigner with a square face.

Bayar stood up with a trembling forehead and squinted his eyes.

Recently, his eyes have become blurry.

"Bayarbo'er, it's me, Haishan."

Bayar's forehead showed a smile: "Haishan, the cold wind of Hylar brought you here."

Another foreigner bent down and stroked his chest and saluted: "Hello, Bayarbor, I am Gustav John Lanstiel, a Finn. They all call me Lanstiel."

Haishan introduced: "Mr. Lan Stie is a linguist, a person as knowledgeable and respectable as you."

Bayar Bor is a professional "Shen-Han". Isn't this kind of high priest a learned and cultural person in the local area?

In addition to Lamaism, shamans are also respected here. In fact, the two are integrated and have many things in common.

The Sauron people living in Hyrule basically only believe in shamans.

Bayar Bor welcomed the two of them into the yurt.

The place was filled with the weird smell of herbs and blood, covering up the smell of old age in Bayar's forehead.

Haishan didn't care, but Lan Stie's breath was stagnant...

Haishan got straight to the point: "Bayar Bor'e, have you heard that the imperial court is going to build Lubin Mansion here."

Bayar nodded: "I heard it, it was proposed by Governor Xu and others."

Haishan said: "They took away our land, and now we have to worry about the little aristocratic power we have left. Bayar, can you feel that we Mongolians are trembling under the suppression of the court? We The glory of the past is about to be stripped away."

Bayar Bor suddenly glanced at Lan Stie warily and said: "Haishan, if you want to make a difference as a Mongolian, I won't stop you. However, you must be careful about your situation. We have nothing but our own strength. It can be used, but external force can only accept blessings from gods at most, do you understand?"

He thought of the young man.

If he were here, he would immediately suspect that Haishan was colluding with the Russian Finn to cause trouble.

I can't say that I can't do it directly...

Haishan was a little excited: "Bayar Bor, I thought you supported me. Mr. Lan Stie, you agree with my national views. We Mongols should establish our own country!"

Bayar coughed twice: "Haishan, you should pay attention to your words."

"Bayar, you are highly respected and deeply trusted by the Saurons and other tribes. Believe me, I am right. If you talk about the need for us to establish our own country, I can talk about it all day and night..."

Bayar looked at his forehead and saw that some of this guy's thoughts had penetrated deep into his bones.

He smiled bitterly and slapped his knees: "Look, my legs are so swollen that it's difficult to stand up. I might not be able to survive this winter. What can I do to help? A man on the grassland is like a grown-up eagle. , the moment they can soar in the sky, they won’t listen to my advice.”

Haishan wanted to fight for it again: "Bayar Bo'er, you are always strong, and as long as you are willing to say a word, I don't know how many people are willing to come and serve you through the winter. You only need to come with me, without opening your mouth, everyone will I understand your attitude."

Bayar smiled bitterly: "Haishan, I just came back from outside not long ago. Do you know that the Han people outside have a real hero. He will never allow anyone to divide borders and split the land."

"Who are you talking about?"

"Zhao Chuanxin!"

"Haha, I know him. I heard that he cut off Gonson Norbu's ears. When I was in Tsarist Russia, I also heard someone mention him. Westerners called him the Butcher of the Far East. There are many rumors about delirium, and they are just spread from rumor to rumor. , there is nothing scary about him. In my opinion, he is just a villain who is just seeking fame. Such a person cannot stop us."

"..." Bayarbo said in his heart, you really dare to say that. "Whenever he passes through the grassland, he will not sit idly by and ignore it. I advise you..."

"Hey..." Haishan interrupted him: "Bayar Bo'er, you are really old, and even the old eagle will become faint. You actually think that the cowardly Han people can scare the brave grassland men. Lan Stie Sir, let’s go, I believe that I can also convince the managers of the Erlu-Te Banner, CBEHQ and So-Lun Banner.”

Haishan, the full name is Boyan Tiemulin·Haishan.

Born in KLQQ, he helped Gongsan Norbu organize new education and form a new army.

Later, something happened and he had no choice but to run away. Taking the opportunity, he traveled to various Western countries.

Then I came into contact with Western nationalism theory, which opened my eyes and gave me an idea.

He is proficient in several languages ​​and is proficient in Chinese.

After returning, he had lobbied more than 50 Mongolian princes to sell his ideas, but with little success, mainly because although those princes were dissatisfied, they did not dare to fall out with the Qing court.

Although the Qing Dynasty is declining, its remaining power is still there, suppressing these people to death.

Arriving at Bayar Bor'e, Haishan saw that Bayar Bor'e was not even as good as those princes who would at least express their dissatisfaction. Bayar Bor'e's reaction was surprisingly cold, as if he had not even thought about it in that direction.

Haishan was disappointed.

Before leaving, Bayar Bor'e was still persuading: "You and I have known each other for many years. Listen to my advice. If you do this, you must stay away from Zhao Chuanxin in the future."

Otherwise, it is easy to die...

Haishan got on his horse and smiled: "I won't be afraid of him. He will only humiliate himself here. Besides, he won't come here. The Han people can't stand the bitter cold on the border, and they can't stand the grassland. The cold wind lasted for six months.”

Bayarbo thought about it, and what Haishan said made sense.

Zhao Chuanxin should not be here now.

…

Wu Luzhen's Border Supervisory Office was actually focused on the Jiandao incident.

At first, the Japanese made small moves to move the boundary marker, but Zhao Chuanxin and others moved it back and even further to the other side.

The Japanese were embarrassed and wanted to confront him head-on.

Zhao Chuanxin personally led the navy troops into battle, and at the same time went to South Korea, where he stirred up trouble within the Japs, killing Ito Hirobumi, and almost ruined the commander-in-chief Hasegawa Yomichi.

Distributing leaflets, making short movies, and all kinds of sexy operations make the Japanese overwhelmed.

Later, Zhao Chuanxin withdrew, and Liu Yonghe continued to deal with the enemy with his backing troops.

Because Wu Luzhen had an affair with the rebels, the Japanese complained to the Qing court. At the same time, Wu Luzhen was ostracized by his colleagues because of his meritorious service in dealing with the Jiandao incident, so Xu Shichang had to recall him.

As soon as he left, the Japanese began to gradually increase their troops, with up to 20,000 people deployed on the other side of Jiandao.

This has exceeded the limit that Liu Yonghe's backing army can handle.

The Qing court took a look and thought this was not possible. So Wu Luzhen could only be re-appointed.

Wu Luzhen established the Border Supervisory Office, served as the Army Association Commander, and built a new army in the town.

The Japanese did not dare to be presumptuous.

Bai Wenwei was the standard commander of Wu Luzhen's new field army. He went to the capital for business and met Zhao Chuanxin. He did not go to the capital after reporting on the way and returned directly.

Xu Shichang summoned him to ask about the whole story and asked about other things.

"Liewu, have you seen Zhao Chuanxin?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tell me, what kind of person is he?"

"Uh...hiss..."

"Do you have a toothache or something? Talk to me."

Bai Wenwei smiled awkwardly: "It's hard to say."

"The rumors outside are all false. Zhao Tangong and I have never met and have no friendship. You dare to say so."

"Oh..." Bai Wenwei said in a relieved tone: "Cruel and cruel, I can't stand being provoked, and I can't listen to slander."

"He beat Tsarist to death in front of you?"

"Yes, the strongman was about to take his waist and throw him. Zhao Tangong raised his knee and hit the strongman on the head. Such a big man, weighing about 200 pounds, is described as a ferocious beast, but Zhao Tangong knocked him backwards. Zhao Tangong punched him several times and kicked him again. Tsarist Lux fell to the ground and vomited blood and died. Later, I heard that those punches broke many of Rishi's ribs. By the way, Zhao Tangong later added a kick and crushed the ribs. Killed the strongman's head..."

Xu Shichang heard it interestingly.

"Two hundred pounds, but you're obese?"

"On the contrary, the Shaolishi was extremely strong and looked like a bear, with a huge back and a heavy waist."

"Where is Zhao Tangong?"

"He is also a strong man, much taller than me, with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long hands and long legs, but he is not as thick as Tsarist. He looks much thinner. But I never thought that he is stronger than Tsarist. No, It's much bigger, and it looks like it was able to beat Tsarist to death very easily, it definitely wasn't a matter of skill!"

Xu Shichang nodded: "Long hands and long legs are the first priority for martial arts wizards. However, how does this person win on the battlefield in a hail of bullets? Martial arts and shooting are very different. It's really strange."

"Well, I don't know what I am doing now. It should be about marksmanship."

Why do many people have heard that Zhao Chuanxin is very awesome and everyone calls him the God of War, but many people still don’t believe it and insist on trying it for themselves, eventually losing their lives?

Mostly because I couldn't imagine how Zhao Chuanxin could fight armies one by one.

In an era when individual martial prowess can no longer influence the balance of war, and there is no screen to show the picture, relying solely on hearsay sounds like a myth.

Therefore, there are still many people who do not believe in evil.

Xu Shichang couldn't figure it out anyway.

After fantasizing there for a moment, Xu Shichang slapped his thigh: "I almost forgot about business. Let me ask you, based on your understanding of Zhao Tangong, if he becomes the prefect of a place, can he manage it well?"

Bai Wenwei was immediately confused: "Zhao Tan Gong? Prefect?"

Never imagined.

Zhao Chuanxin's appointment as prefect is even more unconventional than Schwarzenegger's appointment as governor.

Schwarzenegger just looked strong, but Zhao Chuanxin looked really reckless and ruthless.

"Yes, you think?"

"This...should, maybe, maybe, well, he can."

"..."

Xu Shichang laughed.

In fact, he has collected the opinions of many people who have come into contact with Zhao Chuanxin.

For no other reason than because Li Guangzong requested that if Zhao Chuanxin could manage Lubin Mansion well, his jurisdiction would be expanded to include Kulun.

He can help persuade the court, but he is also afraid of taking responsibility.

People say that Xu Shichang is naughty, but it is actually true.

But seeing everyone expressing themselves so tactfully, Xu Shichang felt relieved.

Zhao Chuanxin, the prefect, must be stable - not a good one.

…

Guli Gutaitun behind Kezuo.

Zhao Chuanxin was taking Hu Hansan and Yao Bing to catch rabbits in the wild.

The two children looked forward to it eagerly, and Zhao Chuanxin stepped on the misty traveler and galloped.

He turned around for a moment, holding a hare in his hand.

Zhao Chuanxin also tried hard to offset Yao Bing's homesickness.

He even took him thousands of miles to the home of Hu Dahu Er in Gutaitun, Guli.

After tossing and tossing, Yao Bing was so tormented that she no longer missed home.

Zhao Chuanxin carried the rabbit and said to Yao Bing: "Look at this rabbit, is it funny?"

Yao Bing sniffed: "It's fun."

Zhao Chuanxin asked him: "Remember two days ago, I asked you what to do when people laughed at you? You said to kill them. Today I will teach you what death is."

Yao Bing seems to understand.

Hu Hansan blinked his small eyes thoughtfully.

Yao Bing still wanted to reach out and ask for the rabbit. After all, his master spoiled him and gave him whatever he asked for.

However, Zhao Chuanxin suddenly took out his Tibetan knife and wiped the hare's neck directly.

Yao Bing was shocked.

The rabbit kicked its legs hard.

When the blood flow is clear, stop moving.

It's such a cute living creature, but at this moment, its eyes have lost their brilliance, become obscure, and have no physical signs anymore.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the rabbit that was no longer twitching to the ground.

"See, this is death, this is killing it."

Yao Bing: "..."

The braid on the back of Yao Bing's head has now been shaved clean by Zhao Chuanxin, and he is now a little bald.

He scratched his bald head and pursed his lips: "Master, I want some rabbits, I want some rabbits..."

Zhao Chuanxin was unmoved: "Just like this rabbit, you want it to live, but if you kill it as a teacher, it will die and never live again."

Hu Hansan quickly went to pat Yao Bing's little head to comfort him.

Zhao Chuanxin continued: "Killing is easy, but each life only has one chance. I want to teach you how to determine the threat level. I ask you again, your friend laughed at you for missing a piece of your ear, what should you do? "

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin's serious face, Yao Bing didn't dare to make a fuss anymore, and said with a huff, "I, I'll beat them to death."

Zhao Chuanxin gave a thumbs up: "Yes Liao! You can beat me now. As long as you don't kill me and break the bones, and the master pays you compensation, it won't be a big deal. But there are people called human traffickers. Traffickers want to I kidnap you and leave you without food or clothing, what should you do?"

Yao Bing thought for a while: "How many times can I beat the trafficker, but if I don't beat him to death..."

"Human trafficker, if he takes you away, you will never see Master again. You will not have enough to eat or keep warm for the rest of your life."

"How many times can you kill a human trafficker..."

"To Liao, you are indeed a good disciple! If the human trafficker wants to arrest you, if you kill the trafficker, you will kill the whole family of the trafficker as your master."

"How many times can you kill a human trafficker..."

Hu Hansan: "..."

I'm sorry, this kid... stay away from him from now on.

Zhao Chuanxin entertained and taught, taking his two children to catch small animals.

Turn around after a while.

When Xiao Ling'e heard that Zhao Chuanxin was coming, she ran over to the Hu family to share some food.

He didn't eat much, so he dragged Yao Bing, who was stunned with somersaults, to dance.

Zhao Chuanxin took the opportunity to get down to business: "A new Lubin Prefecture will be established in Hailar in the north, and I want to be the prefect. I am short of manpower. Are you two brothers willing to compete with Mao Zi for territory with me?"

This is the main purpose of Zhao Chuanxin coming here.

I really want to take a rest