The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Fortunately, these pistol soldiers were not good enough, and it was also difficult for the Qing army to march at night.

The two sides remained in a stalemate until dawn, neither far nor near.

Shuangxi took a look through the binoculars and saw shadowy figures in the distance. They were retreating.

Wang Long wondered: Why did they withdraw?

Shuangxi put down the telescope: The Qing government's goal is to recapture Zhennanguan. If they pursue me, they will follow me into the Yanzi Mountains across the border. They are afraid that provoking France will outweigh the gains.

At this time Vietnam was French territory.

Zhennanguan is actually on the border. After running around for half the night, the fish belly was already white in the east. Shuangxi and the others were already in the Yanzi Mountain.

Because the Qing army no longer pursued them, everyone slowed down.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass in front, and several gray-headed people came out.

This is when people are most trapped. Wang Long, who was leading the way, took a nap and was startled: Who?

The person in front said: Don't shoot, we are mountain people.

Shuangxi came forward to negotiate, and found out that these people were local people who later joined the rebel army. They ran away with Huang Mingtang, but they didn't get far. They couldn't leave their families behind and automatically left behind along the way.

Shuangxi frowned: You want to go back?

Yes, there are still children at home and we can't go to Vietnam.

But have you ever thought about the possibility of revenge from the Qing army if you go back?

That's not possible. The law does not punish everyone, and I am not the only one who helps the rebels... This person was taking a chance.

Shuangxi knew that persuasion was impossible.

He said to the pistol squad: You continue to move forward and meet Governor Huang.

Along the way, it was Shuangxi who made the decision, and Wang Long was the vanguard. They were both highly capable, and everyone was convinced of them, even to the point of becoming dependent on them.

Someone said: Brother Shuangxi, come with us. If you go to Vietnam, you will definitely be put into great use by Mr. Sun.

Shuangxi waved his hand: Let's go quickly. The two of us will go back with them to take a look. We are afraid that the Qing army will settle the score and these brothers and their families will suffer.

Wang Long rolled his eyes: This is really his mother acting as both father and mother.

As for the Qing army, Chen Bingkun and Zeng Shaohui had such a conversation.

Chen Bingkun said: Among the rebels, the team at the rear was an elite group. Their number could not exceed twenty, but they easily ambushed and killed our team of thirty people. We saw that they had entered Yanzi Mountain, and there was no point in pursuing them.

Zeng Shaohui stamped his feet: Damn it, there are masters of mountain warfare among the thieves. They dared to ambush on the roadside again and again along the way. They couldn't even catch their shadows.

It's Wang Long.

When escaping, Wang Long single-handedly ambushed by the roadside, firing shotguns at every turn. Once he wounded a large number of Qing troops, he ran away after the attack.

When I chased him here, I saw that Wang Long was as nimble as an ape in the mountains, and disappeared as soon as he moved around.

After a while, he appeared in front again, showing the courage of a skilled person.

The forests were deep, the leaves were dense, and the sky was dim. The Qing army was really hard to guard against.

A night of harassment made the Qing army exhausted.

Zeng Shaohui said: If we fail to catch the rebels, how can we explain to the court?

Chen Bingkun stroked his beard and said: It doesn't matter, many of the rebels are local people. If they can escape, the monks can't escape from the temple!

Zeng Shaohui sneered.

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The next day, Zhao Chuanxin first went to see the injured Baima.

Xilulu...

Zhao Chuanxin tugged the horse's ears, and the white horse barked in dissatisfaction.

Yes, it will be fine in another year and a half.

Chuishuiju said: Master, this kind of injury will cause disease to both man and horse. In my opinion, this horse is useless.

Zhao Chuanxin held a comb, stroked the horse's neck back, and said, Take good care of it. It may not be able to travel long distances, but it can save seeds and produce foals. This is a good horse.

Portuguese horses are also famous horses.

After handing the comb to Chuishuiju, Zhao Chuanxin said: In the next few days, I may have to leave Ao Island. I will take good care of this horse. When the injury is stable, find a ship to transport it to Tianjin Wei and send it to Lu. Go to Gangzhen.

Lugang Town is about to become a famous horse base.

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran left.

Today, those snot-nosed kids went crazy somewhere and it was very quiet on Jiuao Mountain.

Zhao Chuanxin went down the mountain and walked along the path towards the little old man's house.

Sure enough, in just a few days, the peak speed of the gathering of the power of faith has passed and the speed has slowed down.

That’s not how people in the world are. They only burn incense when they have something to do, and they only hold the Buddha’s head temporarily. They offer longevity tablets at home, but they may not recite them well all the time.

Zhao Chuanxin was thinking wildly as he walked.

At one point along the way, I saw a group of snot-nosed babies gathered under a tree, holding the snacks they saved yesterday and coaxing a group of black-spine apes to come down and play.

Xian Yu said crisply: You will scare them, stay away and let me come.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Chuanxin shook his head with a smile and left quietly, letting them play.

When we arrived at the little old man's house, the shark skin water bottle had been prepared.

Zhao Chuanxin tried it on and it fit well.

The main reason he wanted this thing was to keep warm underwater.

After bidding farewell to the little old man, Zhao Chuanxin headed north all the way, alone.

There is no need to build a bridge when encountering water. You can just wade through the water.

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Go ashore.

Crossing October 5th Street, passed Tongfutang Pharmacy, passed tea shops, and finally came to a barbecue shop to rest.

After entering, a little Portuguese girl looked up and asked Zhao Chuanxin with a spoon in her hand: Sir, why is your hair different from theirs?

A Portuguese couple sat next to the little girl. They first wiped the oil stains from the corners of her mouth, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin haughtily.

Zhao Chuanxin's hair is already very long and his beard is thick.

Looks a bit like...a bum.

Fortunately, he was neatly dressed, otherwise he would not have been intercepted.

This head of thick black hair is obviously different from the yin and yang hair of the people of the Qing Dynasty.

He winked at the little girl and said, I am the only noble person in the world, just like your parents. I am nobler than them, so my hair is like this.

The little girl was confused and blinked her big eyes: Oh...

But her parents were angry: Don't listen to his nonsense, we are the noble ones.

The little girl was a little confused. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin and her parents: Who is right?

A paper pig appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's palm: Let's ask the gods, gods, gods, do you think they are noble?

To the shock of the Portuguese couple, the paper pig shook its head.

Zhao Chuanxin: God, God, do you think I am noble?

Paper Pig nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the little girl: God is fair.

A good sense of right and wrong and values ​​must be established from an early age.

Today's scene left a deep impression on the little girl's heart.

This is all a cover-up, Sofia, don't believe it.

But this gentleman is really communicating with the gods.

...

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and ordered a three-color meal.

In fact, it is composed of three colors from dark to light barbecued pork and rice.

Zhao Chuanxin did not expect that there would be rice bowls at this moment, which was considered the beginning of a combination of Chinese and Western catering.

He took a bite. It was sweet and greasy, and the barbecued pork sauce on it was very rich.

Obviously, this kind of food is in line with Western people's eating habits.

The wind is rolling and the clouds are lingering. After a bowl of rice, I am only five minutes full.

The little girl sat at another table and was stunned.

This is the first time I have seen someone eating like this. I felt like I was eating without chewing.

Zhao came in late, but finished his meal early and gave a tip when paying the bill.

But when he walked to the little girl's table, the Portuguese man suddenly stood up: Wait a minute, we need your apology.

What are you apologizing for?

The man was speechless.

He can never say that foreigners are noble.

After thinking about it, he teased: Isn't it a form of inferiority to emphasize that you are nobler than others?

Zhao Chuanxin lit up a cigarette after the meal and said calmly: Oh, I have low self-esteem and I'm happy with it. Are you okay?

The Portuguese man choked and rolled his eyes.

I have never seen such a shameless person.

Zhao Chuanxin winked at the little girl, turned around and left.

As night falls, the peninsula is brightly lit.

Zhao Chuanxin was strolling along the coast of the inner harbor. The evening breeze was blowing. As he walked, he came to the Kaodo Fortress and saw the Ruins of St. Paul's.

It is said that this place was originally a church, but after many natural disasters, the church was destroyed, leaving only this magnificent-looking gate.

Zhao Chuanxin saw many Portuguese people walking here after dinner. They brought their families and they were very comfortable.

Touching the granite that was full of traces of time, Zhao Chuanxin jumped up, jumped onto the baroque pattern of the stone pillar, used his strength to jump again, and floated to the arched door.

He looked up and saw a large fort on the hillside nearby, and two Portuguese warships were moored quietly on the sea.

The forts and battleships echo each other and are impregnable.

Zhao Chuanxin sat on the arched door and smoked, his long legs dangling, and the scarlet cigarette butt flickered in the dark night.

Below, a Portuguese man raised his head and shouted: Sir, please come down immediately.

Zhao Chuanxin just looked at the fort in trance, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The noisy voices of the people below attracted many people who came to watch the fun.

People are like this. If you don’t believe it, go to the street and look up at the sky. Within half an hour, there will definitely be a bunch of people looking up.

When it got darker, Zhao Chuanxin provoked the Portuguese soldiers maintaining law and order.

They all shouted below, asking Zhao Chuanxin to go down.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin had no reaction, someone went around to the back, climbed up the ruins of the wall, and prepared to go up and subdue Zhao Chuanxin.

Someone finally climbed to the arched door and walked towards Zhao Chuanxin aggressively: See how I deal with you...

As he said that, he put his hand on Zhao Chuanxin's shoulder.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin whistled.

The whistle used to operate the devil's vine is really not similar to the hanging song The Riddle in later generations, it is almost exactly the same.

In such a night, with such a tune, the Portuguese soldier felt his arm being wrapped around something, and then he let out an ah sound and threw himself forward involuntarily.

The sitting Zhao Chuanxin gave way slightly, and he fell headfirst.

Some of the people below were holding lanterns and some were holding torches. They all exclaimed when they saw this scene.

However, the Portuguese soldier was only hung in the air and did not fall.

If the people below jumped up, they could touch the feet of the Portuguese soldiers.

The people below were angry: Let him go quickly!

Zhao Chuanxin still didn't speak.

The hung Portuguese soldier could not get up or down, and his arms were stretched extremely uncomfortably.

He shouted: Help me, for God's sake, let me down.

The people below started to jump, but every time they jumped, Zhao Chuanxin's whistle would become more passionate, and then the Portuguese soldiers would be pulled upwards.

Anyway, the people below just can't reach it.

When the people below were panting and sweating from the dance, Zhao Chuanxin stopped whistling, raised his wrist and looked at the time. After he whistled, the Portuguese soldier fell, and he was enough to eat.

He shouted condescendingly: Are there any people below who can speak Chinese?

have!

Zhao Chuanxin: Let me say something, and you can give it to the translator present.

Everything I did today was under the instruction of Lafayette of the Qing Dynasty, yes, that is Cixi.

Because you Portugal threaten to bombard coastal areas, your warships are going to be sunk.

Your fort is too bluffing and scary to look at, so Cixi asked me to come and dismantle the fort.

Cixi gave me a sum of money, not much, only 20,000 francs. This is my reward.

There is always a wrongdoer and a debtor, so you should put this debt on Cixi's head.

Understand?

The people below who understand Chinese are buzzing when they hear this.

Someone asked in broken Chinese: Who are you?

Zhao Chuanxin!

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