Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin was missing, so Li Guangzong made arrangements in advance.

Among all the civil and military officials under Zhao Chuanxin's command, only Li Guangzong had a global perspective and was always able to consider the overall situation.

Yao Jia urgently asked the Americans for the other three-fifths of the railway construction money, but the Americans declined the remaining money on the pretext that they could not come up with that much money at the moment.

Yao Jia also posted a message on the Internet in the name of the president of Lubinfu Bank: Our bank can withdraw cash at any time, and we are not afraid of bank runs. We will refuse to lend money to railway companies in the interior of the country in the future...

This was an order from Li Guangzong.

Outsiders don’t know what Yao Jia is up to, as he suddenly issued such a statement.

Liu Huaqiang followed Li Guangzong's order and urgently dispatched students proficient in mechanical maintenance to the north.

Each of Zhao Chuanxin's real estate projects has a second-in-command. When Zhao Chuanxin is not around, the second-in-command takes charge.

If no one can contact Zhao Chuanxin, all regions must obey Li Guangzong's dispatch.

At this time, Yao Jia, Liu Huaqiang and others had to obey Li Guangzong's orders.

Yao Jia was not convinced by this.

It was not until the news of the Torreón massacre reached back to China that Yao Jia sent a telegram to The Hague and finally contacted Zhao Chuanxin, and then he realized Li Guangzong's foresight.

Zhao Chuanxin replied to him with a telegram: The Mexican mob rebels will pay back a hundredfold.

Yao Jia knew that something big was going to happen.

……

Zhao Lingjun, who didn't cry even when he fell or got burned, saw Zhao Chuanxin was about to leave, and he stretched his neck and cried, "I don't want you to leave..."

"Dad has to go out and find some toys for you. Dad will bring you some cartoons next time he comes."

Zhao Lingjun stopped crying when he heard this: "Then come quickly."

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin escape.

……

Zhao Chuanxin was really pissed off.

The small, poor and backward Mexico now dares to target the Chinese.

When Zhao Chuanxin learned that they not only killed people but also set fire to them, and also wanted to whip their corpses, his rage rose up like the scorching sun with gasoline on it.

All those things about American investments and exposure and non-exposure were forgotten for a moment.

……

After the Qing government learned of the Torreón massacre, it immediately dispatched the Haiqi ship docked in the United States to Mexico.

The American Consulate in Mexico also immediately established a relief committee to provide aid to local Chinese refugees.

Zhao Chuanxin placed eye No. 22 in Torreón and teleported directly from The Hague.

The door of Chen Bangshu's laundry shop was pried open and everything inside was ransacked.

He did not see Chen Bangshu, his wife and children, and immediately had a bad feeling.

When he reached the street, he saw a group of rebels passing by.

When the rebels saw Zhao Chuanxin, they immediately cast malicious glances at him.

Two rebels walked towards Zhao Chuanxin and asked in Spanish: "Who are you and what are you doing here? I suspect you are colluding with the federal army..."

Before he could finish his words, Zhao Chuanxin took out an axe and chopped off his crown.

puff……

The man's head was split open.

The other man was startled and tried to draw his gun, but Zhao Chuanxin raised his axe and fell down.

laugh……

The man's arm was cut off at the root and blood spurted out a meter and a half away.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hand and inserted two fingers into the man's eyes.

puff……

He gouged out the man's eyeballs.

"what……"

The rebel patrol was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Everyone turned their guns.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared and rushed into the team, holding a Ares M1907 submachine gun in each hand, spinning and firing on the spot.

Chug tug tug…

With him as the center, the rebel soldiers on both sides fell to the ground in large numbers.

Zhao Chuanxin shot out a beam of light, and six rebel soldiers were skewered like candied haws.

They looked down at the smoking bloody holes in their chests, not even knowing how they had been hit.

Zhao Chuanxin frowned, threw a man to the ground, raised his fist, and punched down with his secondary limb.

puff……

This guy's brain is messed up.

The survivors were so scared that they were shitting and pissing.

I have never seen or heard of anyone being able to smash a person's head with one punch.

The mob gathered in a square and was listening to a speech by Jesus Frances.

There were about two hundred people present.

Jesus Francisco said excitedly: "In northern Mexico, there are more than 30,000 Chinese. Not only in Torreon, we must kill them all and drive these criminals who robbed our wealth out of Mexico completely..."

As he was speaking, a Chinese man suddenly appeared on the stage.

Jesus Frances recognized him.

The last time Zhao Chuanxin came to Torreon, he almost killed him.

Zhao Chuanxin originally didn't know that this man was one of the culprits in the Torreón massacre, otherwise he would have torn him into pieces last time.

Just as Jesus Frances was about to speak, Zhao Chuanxin, holding a hammer, hit him in the mouth.

All of Jesus France's front teeth were knocked out!

"Well……"

"Fuck you!" Zhao Chuanxin was furious.

He pulled Jesus Frances's hair and hit him in the jaw with the hammer again.

Click.

Jesus Frances had a broken jaw.

"Zhao Nima, aren't you a good talker?"

Zhao Chuanxin struck with a hammer on the left and then on the right, trying his best to avoid the vital points.

Jesus Frances' facial muscles were twisted in pain, but because of his injured mouth he could only make "wuwu" sounds.

The Mexican mob in the audience was dumbfounded.

“He is Chinese.”

"Go and save Franlis!"

A group of people rushed onto the stage and surrounded Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer, leaving an afterimage and smashing Jesus Frances' bones into pieces.

"stop!"

The first of the mob rushed over.

Zhao Chuanxin hit back with a hammer.

This man's forehead was sunken and he fell headfirst.

Zhao Chuanxin continued to knock Jesus Frances.

A thug wielded a Mexican scythe and chopped at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin swung the hammer with his backhand, knocking the sickle away. Zhao Chuanxin stood up, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and strangled the man's throat.

puff……

He dug out the man's throat.

Zhao Chuanxin rushed into the mob with a hammer, hitting everyone he met.

Only in this way can I vent the hatred in my heart.

At first, the mob wanted to attack them in groups, but later Zhao Chuanxin either smashed their skulls or drilled holes in their temples. After killing more than twenty people, the rest finally got scared and turned around and ran away.

"Run? No one in Torreon City can escape."

Zhao Chuanxin took out the third generation of dragon, rode on it and let Xingyue control the black puppet craftsman to fire Maxim.

As expected, none of the more than 200 rioters who were listening to the speech escaped, and they were all shot dead by Zhao Chuanxin.

More than a thousand rebels hurried over and surrounded the place.

Zhao Chuanxin took off and dropped five petrol bombs on the rebel forces.

Boom boom boom boom!

There was a sea of ​​fire below and the smell of barbecue filled the air.

Zhao Chuanxin went to the east of the city and found a large group of rebels. He put on soft golden armor and breathed out dragon breath.

A large amount of sticky spit was thrown over, and dozens of people scratched their festering skin, looking extremely miserable and screaming heart-wrenchingly.

Zhao Chuanxin used the dragon breath launcher and spat out twenty mouthfuls of sticky phlegm in a row, and only stopped after he had sprayed out a black dragon core.

The black dragon's breath is so fierce that it corrodes anything it touches, causing the skin and flesh to melt and rot.

Originally, Zhao Chuanxin had saved up the Black Dragon Cores, intending to give them to the Japanese in the future.

But was intercepted by Mexican mobs.

A group of six or seven hundred rebels and rioters rolled on the ground and wailed, their life was worse than death.

But we will die eventually, and we will suffer a lot before we die.

Zhao Chuanxin took a run and jumped, his body slanting upward, floating down and throwing apple bombs at the houses of the residents.

Boom boom boom...

Shoot explosive arrows everywhere for free.

After clearing the inventory, he teleported Quetshalan to the underground fortress to replenish ammunition. After returning, he stood on the city wall and fired Maxim at the area below.

By firing every fifty meters, he drove the mobs and rebels who tried to flee outside the city back into the city.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding a cigar in his mouth, wearing sunglasses, with an expressionless face. Veins bulged in his forearms and his muscles trembled with the movement of the machine gun. Bullet casings flew to the ground and piled up like a small mountain.

The water in the water-cooling warehouse was drained. The rebels and the mobs in Torreón finally panicked.

This rebel group was under the command of Francisco Madero.

According to the original history, this person would immediately oust Diaz and then he would become president.

Treviño, an officer in the rebel army, asked his men, "Which army is coming?"

The scout was confused and said, "It's not an army, it's just one person."

"What the hell are you talking about? Can one person cause more than a thousand casualties to us?"

"Really, it's really a person."

Mexico is a country with little information, and Treviño had never heard of Zhao Chuanxin.

He frowned: "Impossible, take people to encircle and suppress him!"

He led the team personally and went to the south of the city.

Before he could give the order to deploy, Zhao Chuanxin had already flashed into the team and started killing indiscriminately.

He first threw five apple mines in a row, then he circled and fired with the Xingyue M100 light machine gun with a 1909-round ammunition box.

Treviño was stunned.

He had just led his troops to the front line, so how come the enemy rushed into his troops?

This unscientific.

After Zhao Chuanxin emptied the ammunition box, he took out his Winchester M1897 and started firing.

Boom boom boom...

The rebels focused their fire on him, and he flashed and continued to spray.

Spray one handful after the next.

No specific weapon, just to empty the magazine.

In less than five minutes, the rebel casualties exceeded three hundred.

Treviño led his men to retreat and sent someone to raise a white flag in an attempt to negotiate: "Our commander Treviño requests negotiation."

"Talk about your paralysis, don't talk about it!"

Zhao Chuanxin shot an explosive arrow.

boom.

The man was torn into pieces and the white flag fell to the ground.

Seeing the rebels each seeking cover in the alley, he took out the Black Widow puppet.

The Black Widow puppet crawled quickly on the ground and gunshots rang out.

Killing at close range, one bullet kills one life. After the Black Widow puppet turns around, exactly one hundred and fifty rebels are killed.

The rebels' first line of defense collapsed in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin put on soft golden armor, jumped onto the roof and rushed over, clearing out the rebels behind several bunkers. He saw more than fifty rebels gathered in a civilian house and put up a stubborn resistance.

He picked up the cruise missile launcher and fired two cruise missiles in succession.

Boom boom.

Houses were destroyed.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped to a height of thirty meters, stepped on the ladder and looked down. Xingyue gave a distribution map of life forms, and Zhao Chuanxin threw bombs downwards.

Boom boom boom...

After five bombs were dropped, countless Mexican rioters and rebels were killed.

Seeing the Mexican residents in the city fleeing westward, he chased them and waited for them in an open area in the west city.

When hundreds of people fled here, Maxim was spewing flames.

Tata Tata...

There are mobs and ordinary residents here.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't care and shot them all.

According to the recollections of those who survived, the scene was as tragic as hell. The broken corpses piled up higher and higher. People's legs could not outrun the bullets. Their steps would slip because of the sticky blood when they stepped on the ground. Those who survived by chance would inevitably be shot and disabled.

There were cries and wails everywhere, begging for mercy everywhere, and wailing everywhere.

No bird dared to stay in Torreón.

Treviño breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that there was a ceasefire on his side, but there was the sound of gunfire from the west of the city.

"Retreat, let's retreat from the city from the south and send a telegram to Madero for help."

He had a good idea, but just as he was about to run away, Zhao Chuanxin appeared back.

Tata Tata...

"Surrender, send people to surrender."

This time, more than 20 suicide squads appeared holding white flags.

Yes, raising the white flag of surrender requires the dispatch of the suicide squad.

"Our commander wants to talk to you."

Finally it stalled.

Zhao Chuanxin jumped onto the wall and said, "Call your superiors over here."

Treviño came with gritted teeth.

He looked up at the man in black and white armor standing on the wall and shouted, "We are Francisco Madero's troops. Who are you?"

Zhao Chuanxin pulled open his visor and asked, "Who do you think I am?"

Treviño's heart skipped a beat: It's Chinese.

He hesitated: "There must be some misunderstanding..."

Zhao Chuanxin pointed at him and said, "I gave you the opportunity to see me so that you can die knowing that I am also Chinese."

Treviño was furious: "You have to think clearly, we are Francisco Madero's troops. If you kill us, Madero will not let you go, Pancho Villa will not let you go, and Emiliano Zapata will not let you go."

Zhao Chuanxin pulled up his visor, flashed in front of Treviño, and cut off his dog head with one knife.

Treviño's head flew into the air, landed on the ground, and rolled three times.

"You really scared me to death!"

Zhao Chuanxin struck again with his knife, splitting the body in half.

Wow.

Splattered all over the floor.

Many of the remaining rebels were trembling with fear.

Even the rebel troops with commanders are vulnerable, let alone a group without a leader.

Zhao Chuanxin killed from day to night.

Gunshots were heard from time to time in the city.

Humans are very strange animals. The more afraid they are, the more they like to huddle together.

The more they stick together, the easier it will be for Zhao Chuanxin to kill them.

Under the command of Xingyue, he walked through the streets, killing everyone he met, and the city of Torreon was stained with blood, and the flames of war lit up the city.

In a Chinese home, more than a dozen Mexicans knelt on the ground: "Please, that man only kills Mexicans, please take us in, save us..."

The Chinese in Torreón were also afraid of being killed by the Mexicans.

Their faces turned pale, neither refusing nor accepting.

What a joke! That's a blood feud, how can I repay evil with kindness?

But they didn't dare to refuse, for fear that these people would do evil.

At this time, the door was pushed open, and Zhao Chuanxin, who had taken off his soft golden armor, appeared.

The Mexican in the house looked pale: "Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't say anything, he rushed over with an axe and started chopping.

chi chi chi...

After a while, blood was dripping all over the floor and walls of the house...

The Chinese family was also scared to death.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath.

He took out a box of chocolates, handed it to the little girl and said, "Don't be afraid. From now on, Mexicans will never dare to bully you again."

The little girl timidly took the chocolate and held it in her arms.

Zhao Chuanxin stretched out his hands, which were blackened by gunpowder smoke, and wiped away the tears of the little girl, but left several black marks on her face.

Zhao Chuanxin added, "Please move the body out later. I will be in charge of the killing but not the burial."

Just as he was about to leave, the man at home asked, "May I ask your name, warrior?"

"Zhao Chuanxin."

The whole family was shocked.

Although the news in Mexico was not smooth, as Chinese people, they had heard of the legend of the God of War Zhao Chuanxin.

But if there is any injustice, kill the dragon where there is one!

The God of War Zhao Chuanxin has never been cowardly in front of foreigners.

Sure enough, when the Chinese were bullied and wronged, they had to rely on Zhao Chuanxin.

Even if they are overseas.

Overseas Chinese at this time were different from those in later generations.

When the country is in trouble, help comes from all sides.

This is also one of the reasons why Kang Youwei was able to cheat overseas.

It’s all because of hope.

The man asked again: "Mr. Zhao, what are you going to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin said without even turning his head: "Massacre the city!"

"..."

one day one Night.

Zhao Chuanxin could not kill all the people in Torreon, but the number of people who died at his hands was at least five thousand.

This matter is not over yet, he needs to rest, Xingyue needs to prepare new guns and ammunition for him, and continue tomorrow...