The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Li Zhitao led the adjudication team to ambush.

The entrance in the southwest corner can be used as a bunker on both sides, while the west wall is unobstructed.

Which one is better and which one is worse will be judged.

But Li Zhitao and the others only had a slight advantage, and the Portuguese soldiers began to retreat while shooting.

The distance was only a few tens of meters, and a dozen corpses were left behind. They successfully retreated to the northwest corner, which was as tragic as a Shura field.

The two sides were shooting randomly from a distance of a hundred meters. If you look at it from a high altitude, you can see the two corners below, with tongues of fire bursting out from time to time. The fight was lively, but no one was killed.

The Portuguese soldiers in the northwest corner were inevitably a little desperate.

Someone said: Divide half of the people and ask for help from the southeast corner fort, and ask them to go around and surround the southwest corner fort.

This is a war fought in circles.

He thought that the Portuguese soldiers on the southeast corner fort were still alive, after all, they had just been yelling at them in a rage.

Just do what you say, half of the Portuguese soldiers walked halfway along the north wall, and happened to run into Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged to the side, and then followed behind them, reducing their numbers while running.

By doing this, they didn't notice anything wrong when the group was about to be wiped out.

Until the last person tilted his head slightly and said, Why is there no movement at all?

He just turned around, his eyebrows hurt, and he lost consciousness.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't even look at the corpses on the ground, turned around and continued running.

In the northwest corner of the fort, the sound of life-seeking gunfire disturbed the night. The torches inserted in the drainage holes were completely exhausted. The moon in the sky was frightened and hid in the clouds. Only the tongues of flames occasionally illuminated the surroundings.

The Portuguese soldier with curly black hair had just finished firing his bullets and stepped back to pull the bolt. His teammates stood on top to prevent the fire from being interrupted.

He wiped the sweat from his face, and his nose was filled with the smell of sea water, burnt, offal, and blood.

On the four-sided fort that was like a death circle, he was undoubtedly lucky. He was still alive. He even seemed to have hit the arm of a gunman on the opposite side just now, because after he fired, he felt the muzzle of the opposite gun suddenly raised and fired a round into the sky. .

After loading the bullet and pulling the bolt, he raised his head and glanced behind him, and was shocked to find that the shadowy formation of his comrades in the darkness had disappeared.

A dark fear suddenly arose in his heart, and there seemed to be a huge and sneaky danger hidden in the darkness.

There are enemies...

These were the last words he said.

The rest of the Portuguese soldiers turned around in surprise and found that all the Portuguese soldiers clinging to the battlements fell down one by one.

Starting from the outside, no matter whether you raise your gun to resist or shoot, you can't stop them from dying.

In an instant, despair spread in the endless darkness.

There seems to be only one way out, which is to leave the northwest corner and enter the western wall.

Behind him is the invisible black hole devouring human life, and in front of him are the visible bullets of the Judiciary that kill people.

All the surviving Portuguese soldiers weighed for a moment and then rushed towards the Western Wall.

People are still more afraid of the unknown.

On the other side, Fuki Suiko covered his arm that was bitten by a bullet and shouted: They are coming.

Just now, he was unlucky enough to be hit by a bullet when he was shooting. His flesh was raised and rolled, and he was bleeding profusely.

But in the noisy environment and tense atmosphere, Chui Shuiju didn't feel much pain.

Li Zhitao pulled him away and fired a shot. A running Portuguese soldier fell forward.

Li Zhitao discovered that there was a Portuguese soldier running towards this side, and he turned around and fired.

Zhao Chuanxin, who was hesitating whether to pursue him or not, was startled. The bullet fired by the Portuguese soldier missed him and hit the wall in the northwest corner, causing sparks to fly.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to go out anymore, so he simply lit a cigar and sat on the battlement, waiting for the ruling team to consume all the poor stragglers.

The sound of gunfire didn't last long, and Li Zhitao took someone out to check if there were any survivors alive for additional shots.

Zhao Chuanxin took off his shadow cloak and did not move. He just took out the wind lantern and lit it with a match in the leeward place, and stood on the battlement.

Chuishuiju came with arms crossed: Master, are you okay?

Zhao Chuanxin raised his head and puffed out smoke: Baozi, have you failed?

Chuishuiju grinned and bared his teeth: For a man, it's just a minor injury.

Li Zhitao arrived, and Zhao Chuanxin handed him a medical kit made of oak wood: Sew up the wounds of the blowing horse, disinfect and bandage them.

When Li Zhitao and Chui Shuijiao went to Lugang Town for further training, they had already mastered these skills.

While Li Zhitao was sewing up Chui Shuiju, he said to Zhao Chuanxin: Master, there may be people in the three-story tower in the center.

Zhao Chuanxin nodded: Send someone to search, in groups of several, and be careful.

He had been playing from day to night and was a little tired.

Maybe it was the end of the battle, and the moonlight in the sky emerged from the scattered clouds again. The cold light shone on the fort. In addition to the blood on the ground, there were also some cigarette boxes and matches scattered on the ground because the pockets were chopped into pieces. , wine bottles and even needles and threads.

Zhao Chuanxin leaned over and picked up a large Mexican silver dollar with an eagle and snake pattern. It was a relic of a Portuguese soldier and was stained with blood.

Not knowing what he thought of, Zhao Chuanxin sneered.

The remaining adjudication team cleaning the battlefield looked at the leader in awe.

When he showed a strange and cold smile, they couldn't help but shudder.

They scolded and fought vigorously, but in fact, most of the Portuguese soldiers on the fort died at the hands of this man.

The four words murderous are rendered with a strong personal color.

Maybe when such a person goes to the Hall of Hell, the King of Hell will give him a bit of a thumbs down when he sees him, because he can't afford to offend him.

Master, I'll give you some water. A member of the Judiciary brought a water bag to the ground to please him.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the mud and blood handprints on the water bag and shook his head: I will never be thirsty in my life.

...

Not long after, Li Zhitao came back with someone: Master, there is no one left, they are all dead.

Very good. Zhao Chuanxin was shocked. He was now convinced that this island really seemed to have the surname Zhao. Take people to clean up the battlefield. We will rest on the fort tonight. We can't let the Portuguese occupy it anymore.

He had had enough of hide and seek.

Zhao Chuanxin did not join in the fun with the others. In order to avoid the loud snoring, he went to the roof of the tower, took out a blanket, wrapped himself in it and fell asleep.

Paper pigs police the rooftops and eaves.

Early the next morning.

The Portuguese residents of Fengshun Hall and the pastor of the nearby Santiago Church, who had been awake almost all night, quietly went out when the fish belly white appeared in the east.

They hesitated and gathered in front of Fengshuntang Street.

Finally, the priest adjusted the Roman collar around his neck and said, Let's go. Maybe Governor Rosada has taught those barbarians a lesson. Maybe they are celebrating their victory, and we can still ask for a victory drink.

Someone showed a very forced smile and said: But I heard rumors from deserters that Rosada had been killed by the butcher Zhao Chuanxin.

Apparently there were Portuguese deserters hiding in his house.

The priest's face became stern: Don't talk nonsense, God bless Portugal.

A group of people came to Nanwan Avenue. The pastor was the leader and walked at the front.

In the lands of the East, any preacher from the West will almost become the vanguard of the invaders.

While they preached the love of God, they also explored the reality of foreign lands, and then brought disasters of weapons.

The pastor's firm steps seemed to give the Portuguese behind him confidence.

They saw some blood stains on this side of the road, but there were no bodies. The walls were just battered by heavy machine gun fire. It looked like it was a fierce battle.

Crossing the street, the pastor saw the horrific corpses behind the temporary positions.

All were Portuguese soldiers.

The most eye-catching thing was a German-made command knife in the center of the position, pinning Rosada firmly to the ground.

God, open your eyes and see what these weird and dirty savages have done... The pastor was stunned, crying and wailing.

The rest of the Portuguese people looked at Rosada's body in the center of the field in silence.

The only lucky thing about Rosada was that he died completely, not torn apart by the metal frenzy or split in half by the elf carving knife.

On the fort, the adjudication team was cooking.

Zhao Chuanxin called Li Zhitao and Chui Shuiju.

You think, who would be more reasonable to garrison this place on Ao Island?

Li Zhitao is the marshal of the adjudication team, and it is impossible for him to establish a separate mountain.

Chui Shuijiao's eyes lit up: Master, do you think I'm okay?

Zhao Chuanxin hesitated even more. He looked at Chui Shuiju's rolled-up trouser legs and said, There is no hair on the legs, so it's not easy to do things.

What the hell?

Chuishuiju was immediately confused. Having no hair on his mouth means he is immature. What does having no hair on his legs mean?

Zhao Chuanxin thought about it and his eyes lit up: I want to form a militia group here, and you will be the leader in the future. A branch of Xuantian Sect will be opened on Ao Island, and I will transfer Li Ziyu to come. He will be promoted from the elder of Keqing to the leader of the group. Elder, you will obey the Prime Minister’s orders on all affairs here.”

What? That fake foreign devil? Chui Shuiju was very dissatisfied: How can he be so virtuous and capable?

Li Ziyu's thinking is more Western-style, after all, he is a person who attended a Western military academy.

Very early on, Li Ziyu grew his hair and no longer had a yin and yang haircut, and he always looked like a man in suits and leather shoes.

He was slandered as a fake foreign devil by Li Zhitao, Chui Shuiju and others.

Do you want to do it? If not, I will replace you. Our Xuantian Sect is full of talents, and you are not the only one.

Chui Shuiju immediately said boldly: Do it, why not do it? There are many talents, but people with knowledge like me are still rare.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed his disheveled hair back, picked up the bowl and drank the porridge in one gulp: In that case, Chuishuiju, you take people to Jiuao, call the militia back, let them be responsible for liaison, and be willing to join the militia to resist the great powers. The people gathered.

Datantao, send someone to send a telegram to Li Guangzong and ask him to arrange for Li Ziyu to come to Australia.

By the way, let's allocate some manpower to go to the Governor's Mansion and control the place. Don't allow anyone to fish in troubled waters and take away the things there...

In addition to these, someone must be found to collect the corpses.

In other places, Zhao Chuanxin can control whether to kill or bury people, but now that Ao Island has changed its surname, it can be regarded as its own territory.

There is a lot of things waiting to be dealt with.

Neither Li Zhitao nor Chui Shuiju are that good, and Zhao Chuanxin is not good at logistics and internal affairs either.

He explained everything he could think of, and then arranged tables, chairs and benches in the southeast corner of the fort, and arranged them in the middle.

Just as I was making tea, several fast horses galloped towards me from afar.

The leader is wearing an officer's robe and hat, with a white face, two hanging beards on his lips, thin and curved eyebrows, and deep double eyelids.

He looks like he is in his thirties, and his skin is well maintained.

He dismounted and went straight to the fort. A member of the adjudication panel came to intercede: The leader, an official from the Qing court, claims to be the Admiral of the Guangdong Navy, Li Zhun, and wants to see you.

Zhao Chuanxin had already seen it: Bring him here.

Li Zhun came to the southeast corner of the fort and saw a tall young man sitting on a bench, with his left leg crossed and his right leg stretched out casually. He was holding a book in his left hand, and the title of the book was - Chu Ci.

The thumb of his right hand scratched the bottom of the tea bowl. The tea bowl was spinning on the table, but the water did not splash out at all.

She didn't even raise her head to look at him.

Li Zhun clasped his fists: Mr. Zhao.

Zhao Chuanxin's status is too special. He is neither an official nor a civilian. It seems that he has never heard of his name. No matter how he is called, it is inappropriate, so he will be called Mr. Zhao according to the popular name among the people.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the bench opposite: Come, sit down.

Then he turned around and complained to the members of the adjudication team who were waiting for their orders: From now on, if you come to the door without a gift, you will be kicked away directly. You really have no sense at all.

Li Zhun: ...