Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Zhao Chuanxin stared at the old sacred altar, waiting for enough time to open the holy light channel, and waiting for several machine gun positions to cease fire and change ammunition chains, and then he waited for the opportunity to run to the eaves and flash.

Chug tug tug…

The God of War M1907 mopped down several people in the machine gun position. Just as the Hotchkiss heavy machine gun had just replaced its ammunition belt, he lay down and fired at Rosada's position.

Rosada quickly lowered her body to avoid the metal storm.

At this point, Zhao Chuanxin personally occupied the Governor's Mansion and the adjacent positions.

Rosada breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Zhao Chuanxin had collected the terrifying weapon that he couldn't even see what it was.

Zhang Renjun's expression became intriguing.

The people sent here are also very careful. The status cannot be too light, otherwise it will appear rude. I cannot go in person, otherwise Zhao Chuanxin will look down upon him..."

Suddenly they understood.

The messenger lowered his head and scratched his lips: "I'm here to see Mr. Zhang."

Zhang Renjun was really afraid that his teammates would hold him back. He glanced at the envoy meaningfully: "Let's sign it now, and I will send someone to Ma to hand it over. Otherwise, when you notify the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Rosada's grave will be covered with grass." It has grown three feet tall."

He had a guess.

He knew the virtues of the Portuguese people very well, how could he be so reasonable?

He spoke a bunch of Portuguese, but Zhao Chuanxin didn't understand.

These are all evolved from the great spear skills taught by Zhao Zhongyi. For Li Zhitao to be able to perform so well requires not only superb skills, but also the courage to be extremely powerful.

Rosada holds the command sword and raises it up. In Western swordsmanship, it is also important to grab the center line.

Zhang Renjun was equally angry: "What's the matter?"

Light smoke and floating clouds, darkness is approaching.

The envoy's face turned red.

The messenger hurriedly said: "It's an urgent matter. I'm afraid you can't bear it if something happens."

Zhao Chuanxin stabbed the Portuguese soldier in front of him between the eyebrows with his knife, firmly and accurately.

Zhang Renjun had never even met Zhao Chuanxin, so he didn't dare to take over everything.

He mused, Zhao Chuanxin had a rebellious temper and he would not obey anyone's orders.

The second Portuguese soldier who came forward was timid and wanted to make a sneak attack with a bayonet in his hand. Li Zhitao's eyes turned to him after he made the first move. He shook his gun and followed the waves on the seabed, poof...

Zhao Chuanxin is truly a blessed general!

Break your legs, give you a pair of crutches, and tell you that without me, you can't even walk, so you have to be grateful.

Zhang Renjun gritted his teeth.

He thought Zhao Chuanxian was worried about his current situation.

The master frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Wait a moment."

On the position cut open by Zhao Chuanxin, the Portuguese soldiers were already in disarray. When the adjudication team rushed in, they just passively resisted this small but sharp torrent.

Zhao Chuanxin was a thorn in the side, and the new Portuguese governor, Rosada, must have been afraid of Zhao Chuanxin so he kept his humiliation.

When the envoy heard this, he no longer dared to delay and stated the ultimate goal of his trip: "Sir Zhang, the premise of agreeing to this is that you need to recall Zhao Chuanxin and evacuate Majiao."

It is common to serve tea to see off guests, but foreigners do not understand etiquette, so Zhang Renjun needs to directly issue an order to expel guests.

The Portuguese soldiers are nothing more than that!

The participation of Li Zhitao and the adjudication team solved Zhao Chuanxin's worries.

The distance between the two positions was not far, and everyone rushed out of the bunker to charge.

In fact, he is also a rare fighting genius and has made rapid progress.

After receiving the news, the envoy visited the Governor's Mansion of Guangdong and Guangxi again with a look of astonishment on his face.

How long has it been? What a slap in the face.

How can you fool both sides?

The envoy angrily took out his pen and said: "Send someone quickly and draw up an agreement. I can sign it on behalf of Portugal right away."

Li Zhitao was very strong physically. He raised his bayonet and blocked the point of the Portuguese soldier's sword on the opposite side. He shook his gun and nodded, poof...

Zhao Chuanxin held a sword in his arms and held the sword casually forward in a loose manner.

Zhang Renjun sneered: "What's the point of being arrogant in front and respectful in the back?"

Zhang Renjun said coldly: "In that case, I would like to inform your governor not to covet the land outside Majiao and not to set foot in the relevant sea areas."

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared before their eyes.

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin stood up, stretched out his hand to draw a circle, and plunged in.

After thinking about it, Zhang Renjun leaned back on his chair and took a sip of tea in a leisurely manner: "As soon as I am free, I will notify Zhao Zhanxin. Please come back, envoy."

The elf carving knife in his right hand was invincible, and he kept swinging it with no tricks at all.

……

Whatever has a bayonet or not, cut them all with one sword.

"..." Zhang Renjun was confused, but since the envoy was so happy, he struck while the iron was hot: "The two countries want to sign an agreement, and I will send people to survey the boundary and agree on this matter."

Li Zhitao fired a shot from behind the bunker, smelling the smell of gunpowder smoke in the air. When Chui Shuijiao helped him light the cigarette, he said: "Chief, let's attack by force and kill these thugs!"

The envoy panicked: "Wait a minute, on behalf of Portugal, I would like to sign an agreement with you now, but Mr. Zhang must immediately notify Zhao Chuanxin to leave."

"Fix the bayonet, fix the bayonet..."

This was a topic he didn't want to admit, but couldn't get over.

A pump-action shotgun without a trigger cutoff is surprisingly powerful in such a dense environment.

The messenger coughed dryly.

He had already seen the dancing Rosada. It would never be wrong to capture the thief first, even if Zhao Chuanxin didn't know that it was Rosada at this time.

All this must be related to Zhao Chuanxin.

He frowned and turned around, and saw Zhao Chuanxin going on a killing spree on the battlefield, the Winchester M1897 in his hand spitting smoke and flames, and the Portuguese soldiers were killed and wounded within the scope of the umbrella.

Li Zhitao and others saw it, and used Zhao Chuanxin to attract the firepower of the Portuguese soldiers, and led the people to rush here to join Zhao Chuanxin.

"Bleach, fix the bayonet, let's go help the leader!"

He doesn't want this either.

After a moment, he came out and said, "Come with me."

The 1897+5 magazine of the Winchester M1 was emptied, and Zhao Chuanxin drew out the elf carving knife and flew past it in a lightning-like ghostly path, slashing left and right, like a tiger entering a herd of sheep.

At this time, a "boom" came from our own position. This gunshot was obviously not the sound of a rifle.

The adjudication team went crazy and charged with their rifles with bayonets attached.

But it can set an example and boost the morale of the entire army.

Two six zero three: c zero two four: c zero zero a: c four one one:: two six

Rosada was really panicked. He personally took a Vergueiro M1904 and shot at the opposite position from behind the bunker to boost morale.

He said "I", not "we".

He took out three boxes of Camel cigarettes and spread them around.

Although the fighting was short, many people's faces were stained with black ash.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Zhang Renjun's master didn't look good at all: "What are you doing here?"

The Qing court was weak, but Zhao Chuanxin was tough. Who wouldn't use a tiger's skin to make a banner?

But it’s nothing more than a dead duck’s mouth.

"The supervisor has taken a rest. If you have anything to do, come back tomorrow."