Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

While on the battlefield, although Li Shutong did not charge to the front line, he still had to carry a gun.

His gun was a Romanian 1893 Mannlicher model 6.5mm caliber rifle.

It was a small-caliber rifle specially prepared by the Beishui Army for a weak scholar like him.

All his efforts were in vain; he didn't fire a single shot.

Benjamin Goldberg dragged him away: "Let's go and take a look."

Li Shutong was about to refuse, but Liu Ai and Yao Bing had already followed him, so opening his mouth would only make him look timid.

A Japanese soldier, whose cheek was pierced by a red arrow, was still struggling slightly on the ground.

Benjamin Goldberg asked Yao Bing: "Junior brother, do you dare to kill anyone?"

Yao Bing took down the half-meter-long 1930-style bayonet on the ground. There were blood grooves on both sides of the knife. He held the knife with both hands upside down and squatted down suddenly.

Li Shutong stretched out his hand: "Don't..."

puff……

Li Shutong stared with wide eyes as he watched the ruthless student killing people.

Too brutal.

This is not killing chickens and pigs.

Little did he know that Zhao Chuanxin had allowed Yao Bing to kill people under his supervision a long time ago.

In this era, one must accept the fact that we are living in troubled times early on, and Zhao Chuanxin's disciples must have this kind of blood and courage.

After repairing the knife, Yao Bing carefully wrapped the bayonet with the Japanese soldier's clothes, pulled it out skillfully, wiped off the blood stains, took out a box of oil from a pocket to wipe the blade to prevent rust, and then put the bayonet into his pocket.

Li Shutong's eyes widened: "Yao Bing, how can your small pocket hold such a long bayonet? Where is the bayonet? Is it a magic trick?"

Yao Bing and his senior brother looked at each other and nodded: "Teacher, yes, this is a magic trick."

Liu Ai smiled but said nothing.

He had known for a long time that the young master had a magic weapon given by the shopkeeper, which seemed to have the ability to contain Mount Sumeru in a mustard seed. Only the direct disciples were qualified to possess it, and others could only envy it. It seemed that Yao Bing also had a share.

No wonder he dared to go out and venture into the world at such a young age.

Going further ahead, there was a destroyed blockhouse. Li Shutong saw the machine gunner buried in the rubble, with blood oozing from the corner of his mouth and his neck half broken and hanging down.

This scene was like hell.

But the trenches ahead were hell.

The petrol bombs melted the fat off some people.

"Ugh..." Li Shutong could no longer hold back and bent over to vomit.

Liu Ai took out a wine bag from his bosom and handed it to Li Shutong: "Don't drink from your mouth."

Li Shutong took a sip.

Yao Bing asked excitedly: "Teacher, how is it, are you inspired to write a poem or compose a piece of music?"

Li Shutong: "..."

He almost tripped over the half-pulled corpse. Looking down, he saw the captain who was split in half by Zhao Chuanxin.

"vomit……"

Liu Ai drew out his Guanshan knife, swung the knife in a flower pattern, and beheaded a dying Japanese soldier who was propped up on the ground with a rifle and a bayonet.

Li Shutong felt his face was sticky and when he wiped it, it was all bloody.

He sat down on the ground and felt hot and wet under his butt. When he looked down, he felt his scalp tingling.

Those are human organs.

Zhao Chuanxin had already taken off his armor, took a few running steps, stepped on the broken wall and landed with his hands behind his back: "Great talent, have you returned to the human world?"

Li Shutong remained silent.

Ge Yunpeng asked the accompanying military doctor to treat the wounded and search the battlefield. He followed Zhao Chuanxin's order to gather the team and go back to pull the artillery, preparing to attack Luojin and wipe out the remaining Japanese forces.

As long as Rajin is captured, the area southeast of Yanbian will become a piece of cake for the Beishui Army. It borders the Russian coastal area to the north and overlooks Vladivostok.

Amidst the iron, blood, and broken limbs, Zhao Chuanxin took out the bread without changing his expression, put sausage, eggs, and lettuce leaves in it, spread it with Mexican hot sauce and French mustard, and ate it with relish.

On the other side, Li Shutong was vomiting.

Even the two apprentices had lost their appetite at this moment.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Yao Bing: "You witnessed the entire battle. Think about it, if I wasn't there, what would have happened?"

Everyone was attracted by his words.

Benjamin Goldberg wanted to speak, but was glared back by Zhao Chuanxin.

Yao Bing thought for half a minute: "Master, if you were not here, the intensive bombardment of Brigadier General Ge and his men would also be able to disintegrate the enemy's defense line."

"anything else?"

"The Japanese are not afraid of death. They still have well-preserved bunkers and a complete trench. I'm afraid that Brigade Commander Ge will have to lose hundreds of people to capture the fortress."

Hundreds of people were flattering Ge Yunpeng.

Zhao Chuanxin ate and drank water at the same time: "Master, I have seen the Germans' defense structures. Their trenches are clean and tidy. If it were them, it would be more difficult to deal with them."

In addition to personally fighting against William II's army, Zhao Chuanxin also saw photos of German positions during World War I.

To be honest, the trench was neater than the wooden houses in many houses in Sakhalin.

Provide a roof and there are plenty of exiles in northern Sakhalin who would be happy to live there.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Yao Bing: "In the future, when communications are perfect and developed, the generals who command the army group operations need to understand all aspects, have a strong body and a strong will, otherwise not sleeping for several days and nights will wear you down."

This is not an exaggeration.

There are very few generals capable of commanding large armies in battle.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't think he had that ability.

Liu Ai looked at Benjamin Goldberg and then at Yao Bing, and said, "Is the shopkeeper going to separate the civil and military officials?"

Zhao Chuanxin finished his meal, wiped his hands, and stood up and said, "Tell Ge Yunpeng later that I'm going to Incheon."

He rode on the third-generation dragon and galloped southward from the port of Chongjin.

On the way, they encountered Japanese warships coming to their rescue.

"Love around the corner."

Zhao Chuanxin immediately launched two cruise missiles.

Boom, boom.

When fire and smoke rose, Zhao Chuanxin collected his car and dived into the water, using a light blade to chisel several holes in the bottom of the warship.

The crew was terrified but helpless, watching the battleship sink.

Just as they boarded the lifeboat, a cruise missile flew over.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin was just doing it on the spur of the moment. He sped around the peninsula and arrived at Incheon Port in an hour and a half.

……

Tachibana Koichirō frowned.

He was terribly upset.

Two regiments of the 19th Division had been destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin, and one regiment was severely hit by the Lugang Town Insurance Team in the west.

At this time, there was no need for Hasegawa Yoshimichi to put pressure on the military, as the military itself began to consider sending additional troops to South Korea.

However, on the one hand, Tachibana Koichirō needed to be responsible for the defeat, and on the other hand, he was also worried that Zhao Chuanxin would become more aggressive.

If Zhao Chuanxin is determined to fight, and gathers the insurance team and the back-to-water army, Zhao Chuanxin himself can be as powerful as a division, and the entire Ronan area will be in danger.

A naval attack on Zhao Chuanxin would be ineffective and would simply be a suicide mission.

The only way to fight is to bypass the peninsula and send reinforcements to Incheon and Lushun, but we must also guard against Zhao Chuanxin's interception at sea.

They originally thought that the Yanbian area was the main route for their exports to China, but now that area has become a thickened protective shield for the Beishui Army and Lugang Town.

Two words - uncomfortable.

But Tachibana Koichiro has already accepted this fact.

The staff officer bowed his head and said, "The problem now is how to maintain our rule over South Korea before the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the military come up with countermeasures."

Tachibana Koichirō pursed his lips and said, "I don't think Zhao Chuanxin dares to go all out. After all, the Russian Empire is still eyeing him. Even if he is really a god, he can't fight on two fronts for a long time. Now that Siberia has completely thawed, the muddy roads have become easier to walk on. If the Tsar really wants to retaliate, I'm afraid that Lubinfu alone can't stop them."

The staff officer nodded: "That's right."

At this time, there was a sound of falling outside the door, and Zhao Chuanxin's voice came in: "You guessed right."

"Who?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

Tachibana Koichiro's expression changed drastically: "Someone, someone, come..."

The staff officer took out his pistol and pointed it nervously at the door.

Two red lights flashed, and the staff officer fell to the ground with his gun and hands. At the same time, his vocal cords were cut and he could not speak. He could not die, nor could he scream. Tachibana Koichiro felt uncomfortable just watching him.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed the door and entered the headquarters.

Tachibana Koichirō pulled out the samurai sword hanging on the wall: "Zhao Chuanxin, if you dare to kill me, we will go to war with you."

Zhao Chuanxin lit up his cigar and said with a smile: "You said exactly the opposite. Killing you will end the war."

"Our reinforcements are coming soon!"

"Oh, I've already scuttled your troop transport, and your reinforcements have been fed to the turtles."

Tachibana Koichirō was undoubtedly afraid.

But now, nearly fifty years old, he has climbed step by step to the position of commander of the military police in South Korea, and he cannot afford to back down.

He held up his samurai sword and negotiated: "Zhao Chuanxin, if you withdraw your troops now, I can promise to persuade the military to forgive you..."

"Look at how capable you are. You're still letting bygones be bygones?" Zhao Chuanxin laughed, "I'm here to kill you tonight. Saying a few more words will only make you more scared for a while."

He drew out Izumi-no-Kami Kanesada, unsheathed his sword, and the light of the lamp shone on the blade: "Come on, come on, don't let people say that Zhao won unfairly. I'll give you a chance to strike first."

Tachibana Koichirō realized that today might not be a good day.

He gritted his teeth, raised his knife and rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin dodged and struck back with his cloud hand.

laugh……

There was a blood line on Tachibana Koichiro's neck.

The staff officer was horrified to see Zhao Chuanxin kick out suddenly, and Tachibana Koichiro's body flew backwards, but his head remained in place due to inertia. Zhao Chuanxin reached out and grabbed the hair on the falling head.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over and burned the staff officer's broken wrist to stop the bleeding, then casually threw down a letter: "I know you control the Korean government, so I want you, Japan and South Korea, to sign an agreement. All the land mentioned in the letter will belong to me. There's no need for southern Sakhalin, which originally belonged to us, China!"

After saying this, Zhao Chuanxin left with the head in his hand.

……

The Aries was buried and Tachibana Koichirō's head was offered as a sacrifice.

At the funeral, Zhao Chuanxin was dressed in black.

Bai Yang was buried in Liu Yonghe's cemetery together with the soldiers who died in the battle.

All the people who received the funeral notes came, so it was a big scene.

Some of the people who came brought silver ingots made of tinfoil, or brought a few strings of long ingots, which they burned together with paper money or something.

Various elegiac couplets made of white bamboo cloth fluttered in the wind.

Aries had few relatives, but most of the other buried soldiers had families.

Zhao Chuanxin followed the trend and presented funeral gifts, regardless of the family's rank, giving ten yuan to each family.

Don't think it's a lot. The wealthy people in the south give no less than this amount as funeral gifts.

He was the last one to give, and left right after giving. He didn't want to hear the relatives' thanks or anything.

But there were quite a few reporters waiting outside for a long time.

When they saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing black pants, black leather shoes, black shirt and black sunglasses, looking frighteningly solemn, no one dared to act rashly.

Before coming, friends in the same industry had already told Zhao Chuanxin that he did not like to have his photo taken.

Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Let's talk while we walk. Don't show up in the cemetery."

The reporter asked: "Mr. Zhao, did you really kill the Japanese commander in Korea, Tachibana Koichirō?"

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said, "I suggest you buy a telescope. The head is on the plate at the grave."

The reporter was 50% curious and 50% difficult: "Mr. Zhao, aren't you worried that Japan will launch a large-scale counterattack?"

"The Qing government has been worried for years. Look how helpless it has become."

"..."

Another reporter asked, "Mr. Zhao, will Japan agree to cede land?"

"I heard that Mingzhi was bombed." Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigarette: "I'm sorry to hear this news."

"What's the regret? Regret that he got bombed?"

"It's a pity he wasn't killed in the explosion."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and asked, "If you publish the article, will the Japanese see it?"

"meeting."

"I ask Japan and South Korea to sign the agreement together, of course, Japan will be the main leader. If he disagrees, maybe Zhao will seek justice for South Korea, haha. If Japan increases its troops, it can only send troops to Incheon and Port Arthur, and I will intercept their warships at sea."

"Mr. Zhao, do you want the Japanese to know this news?"

"Yes, just let them know."

"Aren't you worried that the Russian Empire in the north will take advantage of this opportunity to cause chaos?"

"Nicholas II had better not make any rash moves. I haven't even settled accounts with him for building a bomber to plot against me. If he dares to make any moves, I will decapitate him."

"What is a decapitation operation?"

"Go to Moscow and chop off his head. Don't say I didn't warn you!"

The reporters gasped.

Zhao Chuanxin really dares to say anything!

But didn’t Tachibana Koichirō say that if he was beheaded, he would be beheaded?

There is often a saying in the novels that "taking a general's head in the midst of thousands of troops is as easy as taking something from a bag." In reality, Zhao Chuanxin did it completely, and it was impossible to defend against it.

Suddenly, a reporter from Shenbao asked: "Mr. Zhao, have you heard that recently a man from Laiyang, Shandong, wrote a poem, killed his wife and daughter, and swore to lead the people in rebellion, demanding that the local county magistrate abolish the excessive taxation..."

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly stopped in his tracks, took off his sunglasses and asked, "You said he killed his wife and daughter? His own wife and daughter?"

"Uh..." The reporter from Shenbao nodded: "That's right, he used this to show his determination..."

"He has to kill his wife and daughter to make up his mind?"

"This……"

Everyone clearly felt that Zhao Chuanxin was in a bad mood.

This is not the first or second time that Shenbao reporters have dealt with Zhao Chuanxin.

Although he was a little afraid, he still asked boldly: "Mr. Zhao, what is your opinion on this?"

Another reporter had an admiring look on his face: "The heavy taxes were as fierce as a tiger, and the local people could not survive. This poet killed his wife and daughter to swear an oath and led the people to petition. It was very tragic and heroic."

"The guy next door, I think you have a bubble in your head!" Zhao Chuanxin threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stomped it out: "Spread the word, whoever kills Qu Shiwen, I will give him a reward of 10,000 yuan. Fucking Zhuo, you rebel if you want to, but what about your wife and daughter? People who rely on the lives of their family members for courage don't deserve to die."

The crowd was in an uproar.

Not to mention at this time, even in later generations, people have a positive attitude towards this song and poem.

The reporters present all felt that this poem was extremely tragic.

But Zhao Chuanxin's reaction was different from that of ordinary people.

Zhao Chuanxin still felt unsatisfied after cursing: "The one next door, I..."

If he wasn't unwilling to go to Shandong, he would have wanted to kill this guy himself.

What the heck are those things!

He turned back angrily, looked at his two disciples, and said viciously: "Remember, in our sect, if we encounter such a coward who is strong on the outside but weak on the inside, or such a scum, I will skin him alive!"

"Yes!" the two apprentices said loudly.

Zhao Chuanxin asked the reporter again: "That Qu Shiwen killed his wife and daughter to swear an oath, does he have a son?"

"This... does have several sons."

"Still alive?"

"That's...yes."

"Zhao's mother, why didn't he kill his son to swear an oath? Feelings and wife and daughter are not important, right? Put my words in the newspaper, don't kill Qu Shiwen, kill a few of his sons. The reward is 10,000 yuan for each son, and tens of thousands for killing a few. Doesn't he like to swear an oath? I will help him swear an oath, welcome to seek revenge from me, Zhao Chuanxin!"

The reporters present were buzzing, hesitating whether to report the incident.