Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

After they all left, Zhao Chuanxin moved the plaque to a conspicuous place by the roadside.

The mountains and rivers are desolate and the years are desolate and cold. During these years, eating melons is undoubtedly a joy.

Neighbors heard the noise and came out to check.

Seeing Shopkeeper Ye and others hurried away carrying chairs, and looking at Zhao Chuanxin who was busy carrying plaques, everyone was confused, with expectations for the direction of things to develop in their eyes.

With the attitude that everyone is responsible for eating melon, Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the waiter at the noodle shop next to him: "You, use the bench in front of your house."

The guy looked around and pointed at his nose: "Me?"

"Yes, that's you."

"Sorry, stools cannot be loaned out."

"You're so stingy!" Zhao Chuanxin looked back and forth. "Actually, there is no need to be so stingy, because after a while, the flowers and plants in front of your house will also suffer. The chair may not be able to be saved."

"Why?"

The guy took out the melon seeds, cracked one, and asked curiously.

"My name is Zhao Chuanxin. Beiyang soldiers will come to arrest me soon. We will fight the fire here. Didn't you see that shopkeeper Ye has fled the scene with his staff? If you are wise, please bring the stool over quickly. Don't force me to grab it. of."

The boy froze while eating melon seeds. He still raised his hand to his mouth. He couldn't put the melon seeds in his mouth. "Really?"

"Why did I lie to you!"

The waiter stared at him, then stuffed the melon seeds into his pocket, handed him the stool, and immediately ran away like a plague.

He turned sideways and asked, "Just now did you give money to Shopkeeper Ye to compensate for the losses of his teahouse in the war?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Then I think you should also compensate my family because my home is next door."

Zhao Chuanxin supported the plaque on a stool and patted the dust on his hands.

Immediately he pointed to the west and said to the man, "Come on, open your mouth to the west."

The waiter asked dazedly: "What are you doing?"

"Open your mouth to the west, there should be northwest wind!"

"..."

When the waiter saw the writing on the plaque, he reacted and shouted: "Everyone, run, the Beiyang Army will come to fight in a while, run quickly..."

No matter how others reacted, he went into the house first to inform the shopkeeper, packed up his things and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the effect of cleaning the street with satisfaction, took two steps, activated the blue ghost armor and floated up to the roof.

There are two advantages to cleaning the street. One is to avoid innocent casualties, and the other is that the secret of being on the roof is not revealed.

In other words, except for the special agents and special forces who did protection tasks in later generations, there are still very few people who climb to the roof to fight.

After all, there is no need to hold a sniper rifle to occupy the highest position, and master the location and vision to carry out sniper missions.

Today's sniper rifles are ordinary rifles, and rifles are also sniper rifles.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't need a rifle now, he is playing Maxim.

But besides him, no one else would have the thankless task of moving Maxim to the roof.

The difficulty in erecting the Maxim heavy machine gun on the roof was that the roof tiles were uneven and he needed to find something to cushion the bottom.

So I lifted up all the tiles next to it and stacked them one by one.

In fact, when future generations of professionals see his attitude towards weapons and tactics, most of them will look down upon him and think he is too amateurish.

But in history, there are actually not a few wild men like him who can make great achievements.

As I pondered, the sound of horse hooves rumbled in the distance, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

This is the vanguard of the cavalry, equipped with carbines, and is quite elite.

However, they stopped cautiously about two miles away from the teahouse.

Faintly hearing the commander's shouts, a group of cavalry galloped around the road and blocked the road at the other end.

The battle was quite big, but there was only thunder but no rain.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, and he fell asleep if he didn't fuck me.

After a while, he finally knew what these cavalry were waiting for.

A group of infantrymen followed up with a Krupp 75mm caliber breech-loading cannon.

Then the guns were pointed at the street.

Although they copied the tactics and equipment supplies of Japan and Germany, the Beiyang Army also had its own methods.

They use a forward team, a receiving team, and a backup team. This formation is called a "three-tiered formation."

Unfortunately, there are some limitations in this place.

The cavalry in front did not dare to charge immediately and chose to wait for the backup team behind to arrive.

The leader of the team today is still Wang Zhanyuan.

He squinted, took the telescope and looked towards the teahouse.

Zhao Chuanxin was behind the ridge tiles on the roof, and the barrel of Maxim's gun was only slightly exposed.

In addition, Wang Zhanyuan, based on his usual thinking, felt that if Zhao Chuanxin was really here, he must be in the teahouse.

After all, except for those petty thieves, who would climb on the roof to play when they have nothing to do?

The first thing Wang Zhanyuan saw was the erected plaque and the words "Zhao Chuanxin is here" on it.

The first reaction is: it’s a scam!

But it's hard for him to tell it, because even if it's a scam, if one person deceives a team of thousands of people, others will laugh out loud if he tells it.

But Wang Zhanyuan couldn't laugh.

He was really scared by Zhao Chuanxin's beating last time.

The adjutant asked: "Guerrilla, can we get there? He is alone. We have thousands of people this time. All we need to do is open fire at the teahouse. He will not be able to escape!"

"Don't you think this street is too quiet?" Wang Zhanyuan put down his telescope and asked suddenly.

"It's a little weird. Is that because everyone else was scared away when Zhao Chuanxin came?"

In fact, field artillery is also difficult to use here.

If you fire at will, rows of shops will be destroyed.

Wang Zhanyuan finally gritted his teeth and ordered: "Only the main team will be left in the rear escort team. The forward team will send a cavalry team and an infantry team. The back force team will then support, supplement the firepower output, and attack from the front and rear. The artillery will stay at the street entrance. If the Zhao thieves pursue again , regardless of the loss of shops, fire immediately!"

Under normal circumstances, the leaders at this time all believed that artillery should be dispersed rather than combined, and should be hidden rather than exposed. It should be dispersed and hidden, and then bombed at the same target at the same time.

But the terrain here is inconvenient, so the artillery cannot be dispersed, let alone hidden.

Wang Zhanyuan felt ashamed to issue such an order.

How can it be considered a war when a thousand people fight against one person?

But he used the method of war to deal with one person, fearing that he would become a laughing stock in the army after this war.

But he had to do that to feel a little bit safe.

At this time, there were layers of Beiyang soldiers. In Wang Zhanyuan's view, it was really difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to fly.

The vanguard troops crowded noisily to the outside of the teahouse, preparing to line up and rush in.

At this time, their formation just took on the undulating shape of "silkworm head and swallow tail".

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the people who had entered the tea house and immediately opened fire on the roof.

Bullets flew out, metal storm swept across, and people fell in pieces.

Wang Zhanyuan, who was looking through the telescope, suddenly trembled and moved the telescope up with trembling hands.