The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Five days later, Shanhaiguan.

Du Lisan's younger brother Wu Wenle stuffed money into the generals at the pass, and then came back with a proud face and said: The deputy commander-in-chief of Shanhaiguan is one of us.

Just in case, Zhao Chuanxin put away everyone's rifles, leaving only the pistols covered by clothes.

He found that even other civilians, the officers and soldiers did not search them and let them go casually.

Everyone was relieved after riding through the customs.

Wu Wenle clasped his fists and said, Captain Zhao, we can only send you here for this trip.

Zhao Chuanxin also handed over his hand: Thank you for taking care of me all the way. Help me give a thank you to the head of your family.

It's really thanks to this person, otherwise it would have caused a lot of trouble if there were more detours along the way.

After bidding farewell to Wu Wenle, Zhao Chuanxin was not in a hurry to leave. He saw a dustpan seller on the roadside, so he bought some and a few pairs of poles.

I saw someone selling persimmon cakes, so I also bought some.

Just buy as you go.

Gao Li finally couldn't help but ask: Passengers, what are you buying these for? Will they be used for food on the road?

Zhao Chuanxin stopped in front of a stall selling second-hand clothes. The clothes he bought were called clothes inspection. Poor families generally do not make new clothes and sell old ones.

He said casually: Prepare for future actions.

As he said that, he picked out and bought a few sets of old clothes according to everyone's body shape.

He almost didn't stop here and rushed straight to the capital.

Along the way, Zhao Chuanxin truly saw the apocalyptic scene of the late Qing Dynasty. The Hebei area was not as fertile as the Northeast, and it seemed that oil could be produced by pinching a handful of soil.

The people generally lacked enough food and clothing, and Zhao Chuanxin saw no one who was not skinny and skinny.

Some middle-aged men were pushing wheelbarrows, and Zhao Chuanxin doubted whether his thin arms and legs could be crushed by a large load of goods.

He also saw the children of the Bannermen in strange clothes wearing large hats. Hundreds of years later, they still carried eagles on their arms, as proud as if they were nobles.

They were also skinny and skinny, and Zhao Chuanxin thought they were from smoking cigarettes.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to sing a song.

After sleeping for hundreds of years, the Chinese people are gradually waking up... Robbers have always wanted to invade, but they will eventually die. The Great Wall will never fall...

He sang in a very low voice, and only Li Guangzong and Gao Li beside him heard it.

Gao Li asked: What are these words? I don't understand.

Li Guangzong said: The tune is a bit shocking...

Coincidentally, a foreign couple passed by carrying a suitcase and curiously looked at this group of extremely energetic people.

Zhao Chuanxin took a sip: What are you looking at? Have you ever seen someone who is handsome and can sing well?

A mouthful of spit landed on the hem of the foreign woman's clothes.

The foreigner was furious and wanted to have a fit when he lifted his hat.

Gao Li took out his riding crop and whipped it, causing a red mark to appear on the foreigner's cheek.

Gao Li said coldly: If you dare to talk too much, I will kill you today!

Maybe it was because of Zhao Chuan's salary-driven rhythm that the people in the insurance team got angry when they saw foreigners.

Foreigners dare not speak out when they are angry.

In fact, the situation among foreigners, the government, and the people in the country at this time was like this: the government was afraid of foreigners, foreigners were afraid of the people, and the people were afraid of the government.

Why are foreigners afraid of common people?

During the Boxing War, many foreigners were killed, whether they were soldiers or ordinary foreigners who came to China. There are many bandits who dare to kidnap foreign bills and extort money.

Therefore, when foreigners are angry, they usually go to the Yamen. The yamen came to bring bad luck to the people.

Seeing this, the foreign woman hurriedly pulled the man to stop talking.

Although Zhao Chuanxin had put away everyone's rifles at this time, looking at the shape of their waists, it was obvious that they were armed.

Zhao Chuanxin was very satisfied and felt that he now had the momentum that only landlords, old wealthy people, tyrants and evil gentry could have.

Foreigners are nothing.

But it didn't take long for trouble to come.

A group of people from the yamen, half carrying guns and half carrying long spears, trotted over.

Zhao Chuanxin took a look and saw the two foreigners hanging far behind.

Without saying anything, he took out the rifle from the secret pendant and threw it to everyone.

Everyone did not dismount, but directly pulled the bolt on their horses to take aim.

Zhao Chuanxin fired directly, bang!

A soldier from the yamen had mud flying under his feet, his footsteps stopped, and he jumped forward and fell to the ground.

Go back where you came from. If you dare to take a step forward, I will kill you without mercy!

Gauri shouted loudly.

This group of soldiers originally wanted to get their guns, but when they heard this, they looked at each other, and for a moment they were really obedient, and then turned around and rolled away.

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes and fired a shot at the hat on the foreigner's head further away.

He wasn't sure he could hit it accurately from such a long distance. If he couldn't hit the hat, the foreigner would die here.

As a result, God may have mercy on the foreigner, and the shot hit him.

The foreigner's hat was blown off.

When the soldiers saw it, they ran faster.

Li Guangzong asked in a low voice: Sir, is this really no problem?

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: It's not a big problem. At worst, we can fight all the way and save some weapons and ammunition. We can send a batch back to those gangsters as a favor. I think it's a revolution in advance.

If we talk about the current ranking of the armed forces of the various forces in the country, the foreign regular army is larger than the Six Beiyang Towns, which have not yet been fully formed, and the Six Beiyang Towns are far larger than ordinary soldiers.

Even Zhao Chuanxin, the Japanese and Russian regular army, was not afraid, so why did he care about these trash-like soldiers of the Qing court?

Li Guangzong felt unsafe: Is it too high-profile?

What are you afraid of? Zhao Chuanxin spat: Without surveillance and without cars, what can they do to me?

After leaving the three eastern provinces, Zhao Chuanxin felt like a tiger coming out of its cage.

Sure enough, once the soldiers reported the matter after they returned, the Shangguan paid more attention to it, but when the soldiers arrived, they couldn't even find Mao.

Zhao Chuanxin and others found a hotel in a high-walled compound to stay.

As soon as I entered the courtyard, I heard people gambling inside, shouting and yelling.

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin and his group come in, the shouts and shouts stopped, and then became lively again.

Li Guangzong took out the money and said, Find the best room for two people. If you have any good food, prepare a table for us first.

The yard was full of large and small packages, but Zhao Chuanxin and his party were empty-handed and had nothing.

Because all the luggage was at Zhao Chuanxin's place.

When he arrived at the inn, Zhao Chuanxin pretended to take something out of his bag: Well, your toothbrushes, toothbrushes, towels, and soap, wash them quickly, they are almost smelly.

He usually doesn't use the secret realm pendant to pick up and place items directly, he always makes a bag to contain them. Because he used to do magic tricks like this in the past, and everyone was used to it.

A great mage, he must know some magic.

After finishing the meal, Zhao Chuanxin made himself a plate of cold shredded chicken breasts.

When someone at the table next to him saw it, he said to the boss: Get us a plate of cold dishes to go with the wine.

The boss is a fat old man wearing a round hat and a shiny leather jacket.

It is popular these days to wear shiny clothes like this, which looks noble and shows that you are not short of money. Where do poor people get so much money?

If you wear something too clean, you will be laughed at easily.

The old man explained cheerfully: This is what the guests brought themselves.

The man with pigtails on his head patted the table and mouthed at Zhao Chuanxin: That man, sell me the cold cuts. He looks very greedy.

This guy Zhao Chuanxin has an impression. He was the one who gambled before, and he was the best at shouting.

Fifty taels of silver, you pay.

Zhao Chuanxin said without raising his head.

The man's expression changed: You pretty boy, are you looking for trouble?

There were eight or nine of them, so they would not be intimidated by the number of people on Zhao Chuanxin's side.

Gao Li glanced at him with a cold look and said coldly: If you talk too much, you will be speechless!

The man opened his mouth and said, Fuck...

Halfway through his words, an ax flew over.

The ax got stuck directly in the man's chin!

That man couldn't open his mouth even if he wanted to howl, he was so miserable.

His accomplices were stunned for a moment, and then some of them were copying the benches and the other were carrying cans.

And look at the other end, good guys, a group of people stood up suddenly, and each one grabbed an ax behind his back. The ax blade was shining with cold light, and the ax handle was shiny, staring at them maliciously.

A group of people slowly put down everything in their hands...