The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin took the water route directly.

They didn't even dock in Dalian or Lushun, but let the boat put down the sampan directly near the Zhuang River, and rowed to the shore with more than 20 women.

Oxen and carriages were hired locally to pull them on their way.

In order not to alert others, he walked very, very low-key.

This low profile can give people an illusion.

A bandit's spy named Tiandiao saw the eldest girl and his wife in the three cars and immediately spread the news back to the mountain.

So, Tiandiao was asked to bring people to rob him immediately.

The women in the three cars turned pale with horror, and the driver wanted to throw the car away and run away.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the machine gun while holding a cigarette in his mouth.

It’s been a long time since I dared to stroke his beard!

Tata Tata...

Tiandiao was stunned!

His men fell off their horses like dumplings from the pot, and their whole bodies were beaten into sieves.

A panicked horse rushed over here. Zhao Chuanxin, with his quick eyes and quick hands, ran a few steps and grabbed the horse's reins, grabbing it forcefully.

He got on his horse and rushed towards Naozi single-handedly.

Although these women knew that Zhao Chuanxin was very capable and mysterious. But this was the first time I saw him going into battle to kill the enemy.

During his time in the United States, Zhao Chuanxin had already developed a violent temper.

After seeing too much suffering and experiencing all kinds of bloody scenes, he felt that he didn't care about his life that much.

No, after getting on the horse, he just put on the mask, and then rushed towards the pigeon crazily.

Although there was only one person facing Tiandiao, he felt that he was facing the reborn Changshan Zhao Zilong, and he immediately became frightened.

Misunderstanding, it's all misunderstanding. This is the Tiandiao from Wuma Mountain...

Zhao Chuanxin: Hahaha... don't call me a heavenly eagle, just a fucking mountain eagle is here, and it will die today!

If the other party was just robbing money, maybe he would just fight the other party off.

Obviously, the other party came with three cars of women.

This makes him intolerable!

Jing Tiandiao saw that the name did not work, and said to his subordinates: He is only one person, turn around and shoot, let's shoot together!

With that said, he turned around first and shot at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin's left leg was in the stirrup, and his right leg was stretched horizontally to the horse's butt. He was hanging on the side of the horse, and his pistol kept firing.

The bullets calling the Sky Eagle missed, and the people around him kept falling off their horses.

He was completely panicked and ran away.

Run? Can you fucking run?

Zhao Chuanxin reined in the reins and floated to the ground, with a long rifle in his hand.

boom!

Tell Tiandiao to fall from his horse!

This gun is a high-precision rifle that Zhao Chuanxin asked Freddie Pawwett to find craftsmen to hand-build. The bullet types are all of a specific large caliber. The gun and subsequent replacement parts cost more than 800 US dollars to build. The special type of bullet cost more than 1,000 US dollars.

The effective range can reach up to 1900 meters, and the accurate range is at least 1300 meters.

One shot directly punched a hole in Tiandiao's back! It's as powerful as a machine gun!

Only he can use this gun, because it is not equipped with a scope, so it is no different from an ordinary rifle in the hands of ordinary people.

Putting away the gun, Zhao Chuanxin returned to the carriage and patted the driver's trembling shoulder: Let's go!

…

Outside Lugang Town, an insurance team was patrolling along the black soil cliff.

They were mainly watching the Japanese movements.

A team member said to Zhang Daquan: Daqan, look at how many cars are coming in front of you.

Zhang Daquan took out his telescope and looked at them: They are all women. It's strange. Go and have a look.

A dozen people ran over on horseback.

Aren't they all women? They all looked at him with flinching expressions. However, the coachman was very calm when he saw their armed group with live ammunition.

Looking back, I was suddenly startled when I saw the people in the last car.

Passing a salary?

Zhao Chuanxin started growing a beard after he came to Lugang Town. Now his face and chin were so bare that Zhang Daquan was a bit unrecognizable.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away, lay down on a ball of dried urala grass and said lazily: What, don't you recognize me?

Since leaving Liaodi, he has relaxed. Because I haven’t met a single person, it’s so lonely.

Zhang Daquan was overjoyed: You kid, why did you shave off your beard? You also cut your hair, it looks awkward!

Zhao Chuanxin: ...

You look twenty years younger, okay?

How can you say it's awkward?

He stood up, patted the urala grass on his body, and grabbed a team member's horse: Get down and get on those ponies behind. Your horse has been temporarily requisitioned by the organization.

The team member didn't know whether to laugh or cry: Okay, okay, you have the final say.

Zhang Daquan pursed his lips at the woman behind him: What? Learn from Du Lizi. He married eight wives, but you want to marry more than twenty?

Don't talk nonsense. Zhao Chuanxin pressed the horse post: These are poor people...

I briefly talked about these women.

Zhang Daquan said: It is better for us in Northeast China. This kind of thing rarely happens. At least every household can have food.

He didn't say he had enough to eat, he just said he had enough to eat.

There is still a difference between the two.

Someone asked Zhao Chuanxin: Zhuan Xin, you went to the United States and it was quite fun to kill American Japanese. Did you, hey, sleep with the Yangma?

Yes. Zhao Chuanxin spat out the straw stick in his mouth: There are all kinds of people in the United States, white, black, brown, ripe and tender, from west to east, all over.

Everyone stared at him with bright eyes, asking how they felt.

There are some ugly and dirty ones over there, but I only choose those who catch my eye. The best ones are the women from the east, in a place called Palm Beach. When the weather is nice, they are dressed to the nines. Wearing little pants here, sunbathing in the swimming pool in the courtyard...

No wonder you don't marry a wife. Zhang Daquan complained: You saved up your feelings and released them in the United States.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: The main thing is that I don't have to take responsibility. I can't afford it. If I live another hundred years, I will marry a wife and have children.

In this era, life and death are less important than friendship. Life and death only last for a moment. War, plague, famine, everything can easily make a person die. But it is too heavy to bear a burden of feelings while living.

Haha, come on, come on, live a hundred years? In the Qing Dynasty, if you lived to sixty, you would suffer for the rest of the time.

The average life expectancy of people in the Qing Dynasty was very short.

I will definitely live to be a hundred years old. This is what I firmly believe. In the future, there will be machines flying in the sky. It only takes one hour to get from us to the capital. It will not take two days to get from China to the West. There will be a kind of machine that can fly in the sky. With a machine that is more advanced than the telephone and telegraph, you can see the faces of people thousands of miles away, and talk face to face, so that you can truly feel as if you are next to each other even though you are far apart...

Lugang Town is now a mixed bag, with Japanese spies, undercover agents sent by the Qing Dynasty, white faces, and reporters from various countries.

Zhao Chuanxin mingled among the insurance team. He was dressed like everyone else. He lowered the brim of his hat and lost his beard, so no one noticed that he was back.

He is not as eye-catching as the women three cars behind him.

The original cozy little house can no longer be lived in. Every day, people stroll past there as if taking a walk, and they always take a look inside inadvertently.

Li Guangzong took it upon himself to create an open space in a tree-lined area near the town's small square.

Zhao Chuanxin had many drawings that were not put into practice, so Li Guangzong picked the one he thought was the best style of house and built it.