Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Who can outrun Zhao Chuanxin?

He chased after them and killed anyone who was carrying a hoe or sickle.

The speed is so fast that it is hard to resist. A cold light flashes before your eyes, and usually the world spins and you can see your own body.

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin did not come here by himself.

Following behind were Ge Yunpeng and others, as well as the remnants that gathered last night, and there were about three hundred people at this time.

Just now, Zhao Chuanxin saw from afar that something was wrong and rushed over first.

At this time, Ge Yunpeng and others arrived late and saw heads flying everywhere. They opened their mouths in surprise.

"Earlier, we had a man called Chu Qingshan. Did he go crazy because of killing too many people? Could Mr. Zhao also be..."

"What nonsense! Mr. Zhao must have a reason for this."

They rushed over, but stopped thirty meters away from the scene of the bloody crime, and for a moment they did not dare to move forward.

Zhao Chuanxin's movements were vague and his flashes were strange. He went east and west, and swung his knife frequently in the sunlight. The group of people who had been so aggressive before now wished their parents would grow wings behind them and fly away immediately.

Not to mention shouting, they were so scared that they didn't even have time to beg for mercy before they were wiped out.

The only person who survived was an unarmed girl of about twelve or thirteen years old. When she saw Zhao Chuanxin suddenly appear in front of her, she was so scared that she cried out "wow".

Zhao Chuanxin's mind suddenly became clear and he put away his knife.

At this time, Ge Yunpeng and others dared to step forward and carefully avoided the heads and bloodstains on the ground.

"Sir, this is..."

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand back and asked the people who buried Liu Yonghe to tell them the story.

After hearing this, Ge Yunpeng's expression became complicated.

Although he was angry, seeing the bleak situation, all his anger disappeared.

The little girl cried for a long time, and suddenly pointed at Zhao Chuanxin and said, "You will not die well, may the thunder strike you, you beast..."

Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and kicked the girl sideways. The girl was kicked more than ten meters away. After landing on the ground, she rolled three times. Her face was pale, her head tilted, and she was out of breath.

Ge Yunpeng: “…”

They retreated quickly, staying far away from Lao Zhao.

They were afraid that Zhao Chuanxin would become so bloodthirsty that he would even attack his own people.

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at them coldly and said, "Pick up the head as a sacrifice and burn incense for Liu Yonghe. I will go and make a new stone tablet."

He wore a mud trowel and gloves, gathered sand into a tower, and carved with a light blade: Xianxian Liu Gong, a famous scholar and great man. He was a meritorious official who came into being at the right time. He fought against the Russian Empire in the north and drove out the Japanese invaders in the east. He moved to Yanbian and became famous for his virtues...

Carrying the stone tablet back and digging the soil to fill it are no problem.

It wasn't a grand funeral, but it was definitely not in obscurity.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the surrounding Feng Shui and said to everyone: "From now on, any soldiers of the Backwater Army who have no ancestral graves to return to will be buried here. It will be easy to hold memorial ceremonies and sweep graves in the future."

Ge Yunpeng and others agreed.

For Zhao Chuanxin, loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains.

But others may not think so, and he still respects other people's ideas.

After doing all this, Ge Yunpeng said, "Sir, let us join the battle, you will have more helpers."

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head: "Go gather the defeated soldiers first."

Ge Yunpeng took people there.

But he met Wu Luzhen.

Wu Luzhen told him: "After the incident, I was worried that the Japanese would hunt down some of the soldiers of the Backwater Army, so I hid them in several houses along the Xilin River for temporary shelter."

Ge Yunpeng bowed gratefully: "Thank you, General Wu. I will report this to Mr. Zhao."

Wu Luzhen hurriedly asked, "Where is the charcoal worker?"

"After paying tribute to Brigadier General Liu, the gentleman went to the other side."

"what?"

Ge Yunpeng hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "General Wu, there is something I must tell you..."

He told Wu Luzhen what happened when Liu Yonghe was buried.

Wu Luzhen's heart sank: "Take me to see it, and pay respect to Brigadier General Liu while we're at it."

When he arrived at the cemetery, he saw heads piled up like a hill.

Suddenly I thought of the officials who built capitals during wars in ancient times.

"Brother Tan Gong, are you behaving in any unusual way? I mean, apart from what I have seen..."

Ge Yunpeng shook his head: "Except that his face doesn't look good, there is nothing else."

……

After Jordan was killed by Zhao Chuanxin, Britain sent the previous ambassador, Sir David Sartorius.

Originally, Sadow had already retired, but considering the sudden change in the situation in the Far East at this time and Zhao Chuanxin's provocative remarks, which posed a real threat to Britain's deployment and strategy in China, a brave and resourceful veteran must be brought in to take charge of the work.

As for the British Consul General in Shanghai, Jameson, he was so frightened by Zhao Chuanxin that he dared not go against him no matter what.

When Sa Daoyi learned that Zhao Chuanxin and the Japanese had fought in Yanbian, in addition to considering Britain's own interests and wanting to revise the trade agreement, he also condemned Zhao Chuanxin for arbitrarily provoking conflicts and wars between countries.

When facing an interview with reporters, Sa Daoyi said: "Coming to China again, I am very disappointed with the management of the Qing Dynasty. They are not even able to control a prefect, which has led to the precariousness of the border and the damage to the trade interests of various countries. The Japanese asked me for help, but I will not send troops easily. I will explain my strength to all countries and let them see the consequences of allowing Zhao Chuanxin to act recklessly. I think the situation will soon become clear, just wait and see..."

……

Zhao Chuanxin went crazy and killed people.

He rode the Third Generation Youlong and headed straight for Huining. The road was littered with dead bodies of Japanese soldiers, and the Yalu River was dyed red with blood.

Song Seong-jun was a local nobleman in Huining and a distant relative of Song Byung-jun, a pro-Japanese Korean.

He went out with his servants and maids to check, and when he saw the blood on the Yalu River, his brows couldn't help but frown.

Then he saw a tall man by the river, sitting on a rock, smoking and daydreaming, looking at the river.

They walked over.

Song Chengjun shouted, "Who did this?"

The man glanced and said nothing.

Song Chengjun was used to bullying people in the local area. Seeing that this man ignored him, he became even more furious. He stepped forward and pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "I'm asking you a question? These days, there are unruly people everywhere... Ah..."

Before he could finish his words, the man broke his finger.

Upon seeing this, the servants and the thugs in the mansion bared their arms and rolled up their sleeves, rushing forward to catch this bold thief.

"This chaotic situation is just the right time to make your life worse than death!"

But the man didn't even bother to get up, he took out his Winchester M1897, slid the slide, and pulled the trigger.

boom.

The two were blown away.

Boom, boom, boom...

After Zhao Chuanxin ran out of bullets, there were wailings everywhere, and the banks of the Yalu River were covered with blood.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the terrified Song Chengjun: "In my opinion, it is useless to be gentle with your people, a bunch of cheap skins."

After saying that, he stood up and grabbed Song Chengjun's hair: "Take me to your house, I want to confiscate it."

Song Chengjun felt nervous when he heard this.

It would be fine if the Japanese army was still there, but they had already retreated. There were only Korean policemen in the police station, and it was too late to call for help.

My fingers hurt, but my heart would hurt more if my house was searched.

He shouted, "Don't even think about it. I advise you to let me go, or you'll be in trouble..."