The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Zhao Chuanxin did execute Matsumoto Kikuma three times.

He shouted: Kikuma Matsumoto has been convicted of three crimes. Now, I, the Arrow of Prairie Punishment, will immediately execute him three times.

Then he took out his war bow and three heavy arrows.

Matsumoto Kikuma was beaten into a pig's head by Zhao Chuanxin with his bare hands, and his samurai sword pierced two Achilles tendons, and he had already given up.

At this moment, he saw Zhao Chuanxin taking out a huge war bow that was as tall as him. He was so frightened that his two limbs trembled. If he hadn't been tied up with a rope, he would have collapsed to the ground.

Originally, there were some people in the crowd who were filled with righteous indignation, but after Zhao Chuanxin kicked Aminbu's leg ten meters away and vomited blood and died, no one dared to deliver justice.

But seeing Zhao Chuanxin's arms stretched out, he suddenly pulled out the bowstring.

I blanch...

A group of prairie men stared wide-eyed.

There are very few grassland people who have never touched a bow and arrow. Especially after the rise of firearms, the court's control over bows and arrows was greatly relaxed.

This war bow is probably a thirteen-power bow.

Before the Ming Dynasty, the unit for measuring bow force was stone. In the Ming Dynasty, it was directly measured in jin, while in the Qing Dynasty, it was measured in force.

Force measurement in the Ming and Qing Dynasties is relatively reliable.

Shunzhi's birch bark bow is Qili, weighing approximately 84 pounds.

The imperial birchbark bows used by Emperor Kangxi had a force of eleven and a force of seven and a half, respectively, weighing approximately 132 pounds and 90 pounds respectively.

Of course, judging from the disparity in power between the two bows, it is not difficult to imagine that the eleven-power bow is mostly just a fake, usually used to show off.

Even before the abolition of the martial arts examination, in the martial arts examination, the three forces of riding and shooting, and the five forces of foot and arch were emphasized. Those who could fire a seven-force bow and draw the string to a full length of three feet were already the best in a hundred.

The size of Zhao Chuanxin's bow is extremely exaggerated and staggering.

Matsumoto Kikuma was even more frightened.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled the string all the way, with such a relaxed look that one had to suspect that his arm span had reached the limit, otherwise he could have continued to pull.

Whoosh...

The arrow from the string flew out and stuck on the ground beside Matsumoto Kikuma.

The thick heavy arrow shaft does not tremble much.

Kikuma Matsumoto was like a fish out of water, panting heavily and looking a bit hypoxic.

Sweat poured out of his disheveled hair, covering his head and face, as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Others looked frightened and sweated for Matsumoto Kikuma.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: Ah tui... blanch it, it's wrong.

Matsumoto Kikubear: ...

People around: ...

One student whispered to his classmates: Do you think he really ejected wrongly, or did he do it deliberately?

It must be a real miss. Look at the way he holds the bow. He is really a layman.

Even children can't stand it.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin drew his bow for the second time.

Archery is a test of arm strength. Even if a strong person can draw such a heavy bow, many can only draw it once.

But Zhao Chuanxin not only continued to pull away easily, but also stretched it to the full again, although his movements were not very standard.

Zhao Chuanxin closed one eye and took aim, his head still tilting.

Huh? It seems a little crooked. Let me calibrate it. Well, this is interesting. Raising it a little is just right...

Matsumoto Kikuma saw the arrow shaking up and down, left and right, and his head shook as well, as if he could avoid disaster in this way.

Five seconds, ten seconds, half a minute, one minute...

I blanch...the crowd frys.

Was this man's arm welded to death? Why did you pull for so long and still not exhausted?

It's really torturous.

But Matsumoto Kikuma opened his mouth, poof...

He spat out a mouthful of liquid that was a little green and a little brown.

Look, Mr. Matsumoto is so frightened that he is vomiting bile...

Blessed by eternal life, I don't want to die like this...

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: Yes!

let go.

Whoosh...

laugh……

The arrow stuck into the ground again.

Missed again!

Matsumoto Kikuma opened his mouth: Pfft...

Vomited another mouthful of bile.

Hot! Zhao Chuanxin yelled: I was also good at riding and shooting back then. How come I can shoot so far now? I really don't live up to my reputation as a punishment arrow on the grassland.

Others thought: Zhuo, this is a real arrow of punishment.

Even if he wasn't shot to death, he would still be scared to death.

Zhao Chuanxin shook his arm.

In fact, the sun is just right today, and the particle flow is replenishing energy to the root of the starry sky, so my arms are not sore.

After shaking his arm, he picked up the last arrow, twisted his neck, and jumped on the spot.

Matsumoto Kikuma's mouth was filled with a bitter taste. He opened his mouth: You, you, you, why don't you kill me with a knife...

Zhao Chuanxin was furious: What, are you looking down on my punishment arrow? This is really unreasonable. The palace is four miles away. Do you still follow the king's laws?

The surrounding officials shook their heads when they heard this: Tsk tsk, listen, is this human talk? He even started to talk about the king's law.

So he also knew that Awang's Mansion was four miles away?

Zhao Chuanxin drew his bow and arrow for the third time and shouted: Matsumoto Kikuo, you have to... pay attention!

Matsumoto Kikuma: Pfft...pfft...

If he didn't hit it, he felt like he would vomit all the gall.

At this moment, a group of riders swarmed over.

Someone shouted in the distance: Save someone under the arrow!

Matsumoto Kikuma glanced at it from the corner of his eye, and he was ecstatic. Looking at the scale, the person coming must be a guard of the palace, or a new army from the left rear.

What he thought was correct, the person who came was none other than Amullinggui, not only bringing with him the royal guards, but also Bao Shanyi and his subordinates.

Just when Matsumoto Kikuma had a glimmer of hope for survival, he heard Zhao Chuanxin yell: I'll leave you paralyzed!

Whoosh...

Arrows shot out.

Pfft...

Matsumoto Kikuma's eyes widened, and his head was nailed to the wooden pole.

Hit the tenth ring!

Aminbu rolled and crawled towards Bao Shanyi.

Dad, that thief hit me and broke my fingers.

Bao Shanyi frowned and scolded: Don't you see the prince here? It's embarrassing, get out of here.

Amullinggui pretended not to hear.

This Aminbu was a few years younger than him, and he looked dissolute, which was really disgusting.

It was discovered that Zhao Chuanxin had shot Matsumoto Kikuma to death with an arrow, and Amullinggui rode his horse forward under the protection of his guards.

When the people saw this, they all saluted.

The prince is here.

My lord wants to bring this murderer to justice. It's really abominable...

Lawless, even more lawless than Taoke Taohu and the others...

Under Amullinggui's instructions, a guard shouted: Wuna thief, Prince Zhasak Bodole Gatai has arrived. Put down your bow and arrow and spare your life.

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear. He walked over and pulled out the samurai sword that was pinned to Matsumoto Kikuma's Achilles tendons, and said to a child: Go into the house and take out the scabbard for me.

The child didn't dare to disobey and went back.

It was handed over to Zhao Chuanxin in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin returned the sword to its sheath and shook it in his hand. You must admit that the skills that the little devil learned from the Central Plains a long, long time ago have now been carried forward.

The knife is a good knife.

After he sheathed his sword, he took back the arrows one by one.

Amullinggui saw that Zhao Chuanxin was arrogant and did not even take him seriously. Instead of getting angry, his face became a little solemn.

Bao Shan was eager to give it a try: Your Majesty, I have some experience in using guns as an official, but I'm not as good as...

Amullingui shook his head: Let's wait and see.

Bao Shanyi was puzzled.

Amin Bu couldn't help but said: Your Majesty, what are you waiting for? I'll crush the bones and scatter them into ashes...

Amullinggui frowned: Huh? Are you teaching me how to do something?

Bao Shanyi was startled: Your Majesty, please calm down, I have no way to teach you...

After saying that, he raised his riding crop and whipped Aminbu hard.

In fact, it was just a show. It looked fierce, but in fact it was very light. Even the slightest whipping on the face did not leave any trace.

But Aminbu screamed exaggeratedly, covered his face and wailed: Dad, you actually hit me...

Bao Shan glared, and then Aminbu stopped speaking.

Zhao Chuanxin only took away the arrow that was stuck on the ground, but did not move the one that crucified Matsumoto Kikumon.

He raised his windbreaker and the bow disappeared.

Shi Ran paced with his hands behind his back: Are you Amullingwe?

Amullingui felt even more strange.

If you come to his territory to run wild and dare to call him by his first name, you are either out of your mind or you have a good background.

It is this king. Amullingui's eyes flashed: Who are you?

My name is Zhao Chuanxin.

The scene was slightly quiet.

In the land of Mongolia, the word Zhao Chuanxin is not as popular as in other areas.

Some people have heard of it, but most of them have never.

But at least Amullinguy and Bao Shanyi have heard of it.

The two were shocked.

They observed carefully and saw that Zhao Chuanxin had thick, short hair as unkempt as a chicken coop, and his forehead was not shaved. With a beard all over his face, a tall and muscular figure, and a playful face, he regarded the army as if it were nothing. He was exactly as he had been rumored to be.

Especially height, there are not many tall people in this era, there are even some who are over two meters tall, but they are all rare.

They already believe it six to seven points.

Amullinggui did not expect that Zhao Chuanxin would come to his territory to cause trouble, and was caught off guard, with lightning flashing in his head. First of all, he has lived in the capital for a long time. When Zhao Chuanxin bombarded the Forbidden City, he was in the capital.

Zhao Chuanxin made a big fuss in Tianjin Wei, causing uproar in the city. Although he was not present at the scene in person, he knew the details.

For such a person, even if there are many guards and new troops behind him, Amullingui cannot feel at ease.

He didn't dare to break up.

After thinking about it, he got off his horse and to everyone's surprise, he actually walked towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Even Zhao Chuanxin was a little surprised.

Everyone in the Qing court, after learning his identity, either felt that they were good enough and wanted to fight, or they were scared to death.

This was the first time that someone dared to approach him alone.

In fact, Amullinggui thought very clearly. If the rumors are true, and Zhao Chuanxin is really one of those players who can take the head of an admiral in a hot weapons war as easily as he can retrieve an object from a bag, then whether he is escaping at this time , or join the fight, it will definitely be useless.

He must die.

It's better to just come forward and have a good chat. Anyway, things didn't get too serious.

According to his understanding, although Zhao Chuanxin was cruel, he was not unreasonable.

Brother Zhao... Amullinggui didn't know what to call him. Finally, he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was older than him, so he came up with this name.

Zhao Chuanxin was not willing to accept hard advice. Hearing this, he bared his teeth and said, Good brother.

Amullingwe: ...

You really climbed along the pole. When you said good brother, did you flash your tongue?

Ahem... Amul Linggui said: Why did Brother Zhao kill the Japanese teacher Matsumoto Kikyo? Killing, killing is not good after all...

Yes. Zhao Chuanxin nodded with deep understanding: Since Zhao killed his first gangster five years ago, he has only killed less than five people in less than five years. Zhao has been killing people for a long time. There is a long way to go. The road is long and long, and I will search up and down.

... Amullingui's eyelids jumped when he heard this. Brother Zhao is joking. Brother Zhao killed Matsumoto Kikuma. How should I explain to the court? How should I explain to the Japanese minister?

This thing doesn't count, but if you count the reports in newspapers over the years, Zhao Chuanxin has probably killed countless people.

When I think about it, it means that the killing god from ancient times can compare with him.

It's hard to explain? Zhao Chuanxin looked around and found that there was no table to lift. He was very sorry: Then don't explain.

Not lifting the table made this sentence seem quite weak. Zhao Chuanxin saw Aminbu gnashing his teeth, his eyes lit up, he stepped forward and slapped him to the ground.

Uh... comfortable.

Amullingwe: ...

Bao Shanyi: ...

Beating a dog depends on the owner, let alone his son.

Bao Shanyi's chest was rising and falling.

He had heard of Zhao Chuanxin's name, but he was not the best in literature and the second in martial arts. He had never fought against each other, and since everyone was a martial artist, he might not be really afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

Aminbu shouted: Dad, he hit me...

Bao Shanyi looked at Amullinggui.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his cigarette and lit it, then looked at Bao Shanyi: What are you looking at others doing? Come on, look at me.

Bao Shanyi: ...

He met Zhao Chuanxin's gaze. Zhao Chuanxin's face was smiling, but his eyes were cold.

This future family slave with three surnames was a little timid at this time and did not dare to continue to look at Zhao Chuanxin.

But this made him angry again.

After all, he also came from a rough background. Before he became a soldier, he dared to kill the regular soldiers of the brutal Tsarist Russia and was deeply loved by the local people.

After being around for so long, I feel arrogant and arrogant, and I really don’t take many people seriously.

Seeing that he did not dare to look at him, Zhao Chuanxin spat disdainfully.

He turned to look at Amul Lingui: Brother, why did you kill Matsumoto Kikuma as a brother? The matter starts with a fat lady named Kawara Soko...

He told how the Japanese spies planned the layout and foothold outside the customs and on the border between East and Mongolia, and also talked about what he saw in the church this morning.

The final summary: You can imagine that as a child on the grassland, your mind is full of dogs and emperors in that tiny land. How should you deal with it?

Amullinggui was shocked, turned around and asked, Is this serious?

I just received news today that the imperial court has begun to pay attention to the education issues in Eastern Mongolia and will not allow outsiders to set up schools in Mongolia. It seemed that the imperial court was right to be concerned. The Japanese were so ambitious that they deserved to die.

The guard hesitated and was speechless.

His child does not attend that school.

Zhao Chuanxin does things purely based on his eyesight. If you like him, he will give you a few more explanations. If you don't like him, he will die if you don't like him.

Obviously, this Amullingui is more pleasing to the eye.

Zhao Chuanxin patted him on the shoulder: My dear brother, I am here to help you clean up the mess. When you look back at Cixi's eternal accountability, you blame me. When the Japanese make things difficult for you, just let them do it. Come to me and see if I can fuck them or not.

Amullinguy couldn't laugh or cry: Okay, okay, yes.

Since there is nothing to do, I will take the first step as a brother. One Matsumoto Kikuma died, and I don't know how many others. The grassland punishment arrow cannot be late, otherwise the bad guys will die of old age.

... Amullingui suddenly thought of something: Brother Zhao, after you destroyed the light cavalry and skeleton combat team formed by Japan on Ao Island, Japan and Tsarist Russia also had secret contacts when they signed the peace agreement. They I seem to have gained something by collecting those who have narrowly escaped death from fighting with you, and considering revising the combat regulations, but Brother Zhao must be careful.

Zhao Chuanxin threw the cigarette butt on the ground, crushed it, and asked, How did you know?

Amullinggui smiled: This matter must start with Utai, the king of Zasaktu County.

Gendun Zhansan, the eleventh king of the county, died of illness and had no children to succeed him. Wutai was his elder brother. Taifu Jin, because Wutai was resourceful and clever and had been a lama, overcame all opinions and let Wutai inherit the title of king.

Wutai was quite ambitious. He donated thousands of taels of silver to the court many times, which made him favor Lafayette. He was promoted to a higher level many times, and was rewarded with three-eyed feathers and a yellow mantle...

But Wutai not only had to donate a lot of money, but also had to join the annual class, which cost a lot of money every time he went to the capital.

So he made a foolish move and secretly recruited people from other banners to reclaim the wasteland, thereby collecting waste money and land rent.

Later, the court learned about the investigation.

I guess Wutai was resentful. After all, he had donated a lot but was punished, so he took the seal and left the palace privately, and went to Harbin to meet with the Russian diplomatic envoys. , the mountain forest in the banner is used as a mortgage loan as high as 200,000 rubles.

Now that Tsarist Russia is asking for a loan, Wutai is unable to repay it. He is extremely worried and has asked me for advice, but I have no solution.

This matter is exactly what Wutai heard when he contacted the Tsarist Russian envoy. He told me about it and specifically told Brother Zhao to be careful.

Zhao Chuanxin pondered for a long time.

He understood a truth a long time ago, no one in this world can avoid death.

No matter how strong you are, there will always be flaws. After racking your brains to plan an assassination, you can always gain something.

He thought of the armor and cloaks made by the craftsmen.

The defense value should be full.

Just as he was thinking about it, he looked up and saw a commotion in front of him.

Bao Shanyi was leading a group of people around two men and a woman talking about something, while Amin was smiling happily with a wretched look on his face...