The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

When the ruling team began to despair, Zhao Chuanxian came back wearing a coat full of holes.

Those holes were obviously bullet holes.

Seeing this, the ruling team felt awe.

At this time, there was no concept of body armor, and Zhao Chuanxin did not wear an iron plate inside.

Even ordinary iron plates may not be bulletproof.

They imagined Zhao Chuanxin to be strong and invulnerable.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the cigar and breathed a sigh of relief.

If you brag about your awesomeness, it will be embarrassing if Yuan doesn’t come back.

He looked at the three fallen corpses, his face expressionless.

Don't panic, war is like this. He said calmly.

After fighting for a long time, three people died, which was a profit.

In the past, Zhao Chuanxin was physically strong and had a fat-covered body type.

Since my birthday, I have looked too thin when I put on clothes, and my clothes have become looser day by day.

This is of no benefit. After being beaten, there was originally a fat buffer, but now there was a dull pain from the impact of the bullet.

He took out a small mirror and a piece of wood, raised it and looked back, then turned the mirror to look left and right.

Datantao, you guard the right side, I'll attack the left.

There are fewer people on the right and more people on the left.

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin gave them some more Type 88 Committee rifle ammunition.

When the Type 88 Committee fired, the gun shook so much, and the accuracy was impressive.

Zhao Chuanxin did not charge into the battle this time. He piled a pile of sand outside the bunker and used his mud trowel to build a stone wall, which was taller than a person and had a small shooting hole.

He stood up slowly, lit a cigarette, and stretched out the barrel of the gun.

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang...

The shots were fired in an orderly manner.

Fighting like this is not very intense for him.

The distance was too far, so five rounds of burst fire only killed two people.

But in hot weapons warfare, those who can withstand the continuous fall of their comrades around them and continue to charge and fight bravely are the Japanese, and then there is the king of the army decades later - the Rabbit Army.

The Yankees relied on their strong ships and powerful guns and well-equipped equipment. They could fight when the wind was favorable, but they could fight when the wind was against them.

The Portuguese's willpower, which is slightly stronger than that of the United States at this time, is also not good.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin's firepower output was extremely stable, they began to hesitate in their progress.

After Zhao Chuanxin finished firing a magazine, he immediately switched to Mosin-Nagant to let the assault rifle cool down.

After all, the material is not up to standard, and continuous shooting will reduce its already short lifespan.

Bang, bang, bang...

Firepower intensity is reduced, but accuracy is greatly increased.

This was no longer effective in suppressing fire, and the other party gradually closed the distance.

On Li Zhitao's side, Zhao Chuanxin originally shared most of the firepower, so they should be relaxed.

But the situation was counterproductive. After fighting for so long, three people died, and now three more people died.

Because Li Zhitao ordered the power to counterattack and restrain the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at it, frowned, and shouted: Datantao, lead the people to retreat.

Li Zhitao did not hesitate, and just as he gave the order, he saw that Zhao Chuanxin had not left, and asked anxiously: Master, where are you?

Leave me alone, you find a place to hide first.

Li Zhitao bit the bullet and dragged his dead and wounded brothers back.

The distance between the Portuguese soldiers was 300 meters, 250 meters, 200 meters, 150 meters...

Until Zhao Chuanxin was less than fifty meters away, Zhao Chuanxin still didn't move.

Gao Dingyu drew out his command sword: There is only one person left now. This person must be Zhao Chuanxin. Send me my order and charge the whole army!

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth: What a fucking God of War, that's all he has, right?

The Portuguese soldiers jumped out of their bunkers one after another, firing and trotting forward.

There was a Goldberg M1907 lying on the ground next to Zhao Chuanxin, covered with a wet towel. It was still smoking at first, but by this time there was no steam evaporating.

He picked it up with a cigarette in his mouth and inserted a new magazine.

He lowered his head and looked at the old sacred altar pendant hanging around his neck, and found that the liquid inside had reached halfway and became darker in color, glowing faintly under the reflection of sunlight.

His heart moved and he looked at the Portuguese soldiers more than thirty meters away.

He concentrated, and a distorted circular frame appeared in front of him.

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated for a moment, then got in with the gun in hand.

A Portuguese soldier was pulling the bolt and loading the gun. He was unskilled and had to look down.

When he looked up again, he found that the air in front of him was distorted, and a green-faced and fanged monster wearing a coat full of holes emerged from it.

It turns out that the green face and fangs are just a mask... The Portuguese soldier said in his heart that it scared me.

Then he raised his gun!

Zhao Chuanxin appeared more than thirty meters away in an instant and reached out to hold the handguard of the Portuguese soldier's rifle because it was not hot to the touch.

The moment he raised his muzzle, bang.

The bullets of the Portuguese soldiers floated into the sky.

Duh!

When the ax goes down, the Portuguese soldier's Tianling cap leaks.

The remaining Portuguese soldiers didn't know what was going on. The one who reacted the fastest was about to turn his gun when Zhao Chuanxin pulled out his ax and threw it at his head.

Duh.

People fell.

The smart gyroscope and the Elf Carving Knife were killing everyone. Zhao Chuanxin seamlessly switched weapons, switched the Goldberg M1907 to fully automatic mode, and fired with heel rotation.

Bang bang bang bang...

Choosing the assault rifle at this time was for effective killing. After all, he was in a crowd of people at this time.

30 rounds of ammunition are quickly emptied.

He put away the Goldberg M1907 and took out the Ares M1907.

Chug tug tug…

Zhao Chuanxin shot while advancing, clearing the enemy in the blink of an eye.

He rubbed his stomach, which had just been hit by several bullets.

Gao Dingyu was shocked when he saw a commotion among Portuguese soldiers in the woods outside the alley.

After all, a second ago, the enemy was shooting dozens of meters away, and he would never have expected that he would suddenly appear in his team.

He guessed that this was an attack from east to west, and shouted: Go and see what's going on?

As soon as the people sent there ran over, they ran into Zhao Chuanxin, who had already come to kill him.

The smart gyroscope swung its sword, and Zhao Chuanxin came over to kill him without stopping.

The Portuguese soldier who came to investigate fell down without saying a word.

Zhao Chuanxin got into the forest and leaned against a big tree to listen to the sound and identify his position.

Alleys have already emerged here, and tall buildings will rise here in the future.

To the south is Nanwan Lake, to the west is the inner harbor, less than 2 miles to the east is the outer harbor, and to the north are the houses of the common people.

He leaned against the tree, smoking a cigarette, taking out the empty magazine and replacing it with a new one.

He stretched out the mirror and looked at it. There were many figures in the woods, and their reactions were a bit confused.

After all, the front team seemed to have been ambushed. There was a sudden exchange of fire, and then there was a sudden silence. The Portuguese soldiers who went to the front to inquire did not come back.

Gao Dingyu frowned: Where is the person? Why haven't you come back yet?

No one could answer him.

Gao Dingyu had a bad feeling in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was behind the tree, checked the gun and then looked at the old sacred altar. Nearly half of the liquid had disappeared.

Thin lines that can only be felt but cannot be seen from all directions are still gathering here quickly and slowly.

At this rate, within one to two days, the old sacred altar will be filled with faith.

With half a can of faith, you can open a holy light channel up to a distance of more than 30 meters.

It’s hard to say how far a can of Faith can flash, maybe double, maybe less than 60 meters, or far beyond 60 meters.

He raised his head and looked at the tree. It was a banyan tree. Zhao Chuanxin didn't know whether the trunk was one tree or dozens of trees twisted together.

They were entangled one by one, forming a tree trunk as thick as at least three people could hug it.

On the crown of the tree, aerial roots droop densely.

The roots of the tree protrude from the ground, and are densely packed and intertwined.

Not far away, a thick and fat cobra of unknown species stretched its neck and spoke to Zhao Chuanxin from a distance.

This reminded Zhao Chuanxin of the blood-locking film.

Venomous snakes are simply the natural enemies of blood-locking membranes.

He pointed silently, and the smart gyroscope chopped off the cobra's head.

After returning, Zhao Chuanxin put away the elf carving knife, clasped the smart gyroscope behind his back, took two steps back to run, and climbed to the top of the tree by climbing the vines.

Not far away, Gao Dingyu hesitated for a while, and there was silence in front of him.

This made him feel a little guilty.

The quiet battlefield is the scariest.

He waved his command sword: Keep moving forward.

The white horse is sitting on its hip, carefully avoiding tree roots to avoid spraining its hooves.

The adjutant said: Governor, why don't we withdraw and discuss it later?

The adjutant often reads newspapers and is really a bit timid.

After all, it was Zhao Chuanxin who he had to face.

Gao Dingyu said angrily: Retreat for what reason? He is leading a group of rabble, and we are regular troops. What are you afraid of?

He was a bit embarrassed and angry.

He lowered his head to hide his embarrassment and saw a venomous snake with its head cut off on the ground.

What are you afraid of?

He soon found out.

A figure fell from the sky and landed in the center of the team.

The Elf Carving Knife made a huge spin, and no one alive could be seen within ten meters.

Chug tug tug…

People fell on their backs, and gunshots rang out.

There were shots fired by Zhao Chuanxin, and there were also shots fired by Portuguese soldiers in panic.

At this time, the fire went off, injuring the enemy 800 and damaging himself a thousand, and his comrades at close range suffered disaster.

The scene was chaotic for a while.

The white horse raised its front hooves in surprise. Gao Dingyu was caught off guard and fell backwards from the horse.

He was stunned by the fall. As soon as he got up, he saw Zhao Chuanxin, who was wearing a green-faced fang mask, dodging left and right. He had a God of War M1907 in each hand, and the barrels of the guns were bursting with fireworks. The Portuguese soldiers on his side were There is no single enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped under the banyan tree on the left, and clamped the head of a Portuguese soldier who had just fired with his left arm. The God of War M1907 in his right hand disappeared, and a Lugang M1907 appeared. Regardless of the opponent's struggle, he pressed it against his temple.

He didn't even look at the trapped soldiers, he just stared at the enemy coming from the right front.

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin let go of his arm without even looking, and the Portuguese soldier fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin used the trunk of the banyan tree as a cover to attract firepower. The smart gyroscope and the elf carving knife swept from the side and cut off the Portuguese soldier who was shooting.

Zhao Chuanxin quickly leaned out, jumped behind the trunk of the banyan tree on the right, raised his leg and kicked away an extended bayonet.

Raise your hand and pull the trigger.

boom.

The Portuguese soldier had a bloody hole on his head.

Another Portuguese soldier with a bayonet stabbed over with a gun.

Zhao Chuanxin just glanced at it and raised his hand.

Phoenix Mysterious Ring.

boom……

The Portuguese soldier flew upside down and hit a tree trunk. He rolled his eyes and was knocked unconscious.

During a melee, Zhao Chuanxin usually has to keep an eye on all directions and listen in all directions. As soon as he pincers the enemy, his eyes will immediately turn elsewhere, focusing on the second round of battle. He is busy with work and is distracted.

Zhao Chuanxin moved forward in a zigzag pattern as if he were in a deserted place, and within a moment he was only ten meters away from Gao Dingyu.

Behind them were countless Portuguese soldiers, eager to save their lives.

Gao Dingyu's command knife fell not far away, and he instinctively crawled backwards with his hands on the ground.

But suddenly he remembered that riding a horse was still faster, and he thought about getting up and riding a horse.

But the white horse was frightened and panicked, so he chose to escape.

It happened to be passing by Zhao Chuanxin.

After gaining a new life span, Zhao Chuanxin's body has almost recovered. However, because the root of the starry sky always absorbs sunlight, his appetite has been greatly reduced and his body shape has not been able to grow back.

But the strength is still there.

He grabbed the reins and put his legs into a horse stance. He actually grabbed the white horse's front legs and couldn't move any further. He raised his hind legs and turned them at an angle of 30 degrees in the air, so that he could avoid the white horse's waist.

Gao Dingyu's face showed astonishment. How fucking powerful is it to do this?

Even the bravest man in Portugal can't do it, right?

Not only was he afraid, but the white horse was also frightened and stood still, not daring to act any more.

Zhao Chuanxin got on his horse and turned the horse's head.

When it comes to horseback riding, the first thing is not to master skills or practice tricks, but to overcome fear.

Once the fear is gone and the person is not killed or maimed, the riding skills will improve by leaps and bounds.

Zhao Chuanxin did not live on horseback since he was a child like the people on the grassland. He had only practiced for a few years, but no one dared to underestimate his equestrian skills. He relied on his courage.

He's not afraid of falling or stumbling. With the original blue ghost armor and the current smart gyroscope, he can't fall anyway.

He approached Gao Dingyu on a white horse, suddenly turned sideways, and slapped the horse's ass.

The white horse turned around first, then raised its hind hooves, which kicked Gao Dingyu's thigh, causing him to roll over on his side, causing him to curse in pain.

Zhao Chuanxin threw out the whip of judgment, whistling and wrapping it around Gao Dingyu's neck: Are you Gao Dingyu? Let your soldiers stop attacking first.