Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Li Wanyong and Mrs. Ren hurriedly got into the sedan chair, with the carriage containing the luggage in front and the sedan behind, and left the Li family compound together.

However, after going out, the housekeeper took out a retractable monocular telescope and looked into the distance.

I don’t know if he carries this thing with him and usually uses it to read or something.

But after seeing it, he shouted in panic: "No, leave quickly, those people are chasing me."

It turned out that they had delayed for too long, and the demonstrators had already arrived at most two or three miles away.

Li Wanyong heard the butler's words, raised the sedan curtain and glanced into the distance, and was immediately shocked.

"Let's go, let's go. I'll give you more money. Let's run."

Korean sedans are very unique, with a wheel underneath.

The sedans of military attaches are "open-top", while the sedans of civil servants are covered with curtains, especially the sedans used by family members.

It has wheels, which makes it much easier for bearers. After hearing this, the two people in front and behind quickly quickened their pace, and the sedan chair was lifted up quickly.

Li Wanyong asked the housekeeper again: "Why haven't the guards escorted by Mori Taijiro arrived yet?"

The butler's eyes retracted from the curtain of Ren's sedan chair, and he said solemnly: "Master, they should be on the way and will arrive soon."

Behind them, headed by Li Xiuji, the marching people came in an aggressive manner with their faces filled with desire for power and excitement for the catharsis of violence.

At this time, for them, patriotism was not just patriotism. They felt the pleasure of rebelling against the rules and experienced the pleasure of using brute force to make more powerful opponents tremble.

There is a certain difference between this and the thugs the Japanese call them.

At least now they're just pursuing something as a driving force that numbs their fear of the future.

The thugs ignored all rules and carried out destruction indiscriminately.

Apparently they just hate the Japanese and everything related to the Japanese at this point.

And Li Xiuji's mood is even more complicated. If the people behind him are Yashen, he will be the leader.

He is at the front, but he is also the representative of this force.

When he was having fun, he also bore everyone's fears.

The people were not afraid because Li Xiuji took the lead, but Li Xiuji taking the lead also meant that he had to bear all responsibilities.

The only thing that gave him some peace of mind was Zhao Chuanxin, who was hanging leisurely not far away.

This God of War is his confidence.

Suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin took two steps quickly and reminded Li Xiuji from behind: "In front of Li Wanyong's house, there is a group of people running south. Maybe it is Li Wanyong. If we don't chase, we will not be able to catch up."

After all, not everyone has Zhao Chuanxin's devil crystal glasses, and they can't see clearly from a distance.

Li Xiuji took a brief look, quickly raised his hands, turned around and shouted to the people behind him: "Li Wanyong is running away, let's catch up."

There was really a response. The people marching behind had ten thousand horses roaring in their restless hearts, shouting: "Catch him and beat him to death!"

Seeing this, Li Xiuji adjusted his glasses and started running.

Maybe if you let these people practice long-distance running, they will not be able to hold on for a long time, and their brains will go blank due to lack of oxygen like a fish out of water.

But at this time, they were still in high spirits after running for a mile and a half.

Just like telling a small citizen that if you run, you will be rewarded with 100,000 yuan, it is easy and you can persist. But if you ask them to make money by selling and plunge into an unfamiliar field to make a living, most of them will refuse.

The common people in these parades only know that they have to catch up. If they catch up, they will win. As for what to do after you catch him, isn't there Mr. Li?

The only one with a grimace here was Zhao Chuanxin.

He was panting: "What the hell, those people can run so fast carrying a sedan, what a beast they are!"

Li Xiuji heard this. Although he was sweating profusely, he mustered up his energy and shouted: "Li Wan can't walk faster than us in a sedan chair. Everyone, work harder to catch up."

Zhao Chuanxin: "..."

The sun is directly overhead and is the hottest time of the day.

Zhao Chuanxin held his hat to prevent it from being blown away by the wind.

"You guys run first, I'll take a rest, I can't run anymore."

Perhaps because he was panting heavily, Li Xiuji didn't hear anything and ran away with the people.

One after another, people passed by Zhao Chuanxin, who was holding his knees and panting. From time to time, someone cast a look of disdain on him: "Boy, do you think you are so powerful, with just this little fighting power?"

In fact, Zhao Chuanxin's limit is far beyond this, but he lacks the enthusiasm of these people.

Even if Li Wanyong was allowed to run away today, he could definitely catch up to Wen Yang. If he could run away, the monk would not be able to run away from the temple.

By the time he regained his breath, the people in front of him had already run a mile away.

There is a reason why Zhao Chuanxin chose this moment to make trouble.

Now the Korean people are very passionate about coming to Japan, but in two or three years, the anger will gradually fade away. At that time, the voice of "union" with Japan will become more and more loud.

By then it will be too late to cause trouble.

He had to keep anti-Japanese sentiment > unity voice to keep the balance tilted.

So I rested for a while and hurried to catch up.

No matter how strong the legs of Li Wanyong's sedan bearers were, after all, it would be impossible to run past the unburdened people if they were pushing the sedan.

So, I was slowly caught up.

The angry people surrounded all the carriages and sedan chairs.

"Thief Li Wanyong, let's see where you go."

"You bitch, let me chase you!"

At this time, both the marching people and Li Wanyong's group had reached the end of their strength and were gasping for breath like bellows.

The people were excited, while Li Wanyong and others had pale faces.

A few people facing thousands of people would be frightening to anyone.

The marchers were waiting for further action when the housekeeper said in surprise: "You bunch of unruly people, the Japanese army is here, and now you have something to look at."

It turned out that there was a group of Japanese soldiers in the east, using carriages to pull ammunition, and four machine guns had arrived.

The posture was like going to the battlefield, which made the people present shudder.

Suddenly, no one dared to move.

Li Xiuji couldn't help but become nervous when he saw the Japanese soldiers pushing the wheeled machine guns with expressionless faces.

He subconsciously touched his hand to his waist, where there was a mirror box pistol given by Zhao Chuanxin.

But with the pistol against the machine gun, he didn't feel the slightest sense of security.

Looking around again, he was shocked because he couldn't find Zhao Chuanxin...

The Japanese machine gun was developed by imitating the French Hotchkiss heavy machine gun after the Japanese discovered the role of heavy machine guns on the battlefield.

There is not much difference in design, except that the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun's five air-cooling fins have been changed to seven.

There are two types, one is the tripod machine gun.

This was what was used to deal with Zhao Chuanxin in the Seoul Hotel at that time.

The other is a wheeled machine gun, usually used by cavalry.

But something happened suddenly today. The Japanese army also equipped these infantry with wheeled machine guns.

The Japanese attach great importance to machine guns, and do not use cheap but unreliable canvas belts at all, but directly use metal feed plates.