Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Except for Zhao Chuanxin, I have never heard of anyone else having such ability.

But Zhang Shouzeng really didn't know.

Don't say he doesn't know, others don't know either.

Zhao Chuanxin's dragon appears every day, and no one in Lubin Mansion knows what he is busy with.

But Zhang Shouzeng was sure that the prefect was 100% responsible for this matter. Because he saw with his own eyes that the copper wire stolen by the prefect was placed in the warehouse behind the prefect's Yamen.

But with so many guns, it was obvious that they were not placed in the government office this time.

"I really don't know."

Wu Sadi asked, "So, where is your prefect now?"

Zhang Shouzeng lied without blinking an eye: "In Lubin Mansion."

"Nonsense!" Wu Sadi said: "Your prefect left early in the morning."

This time it was Zhang Shouzeng's turn to be stunned: "How do you know?"

"I..." Wu Sadi was speechless: "Don't worry about how I know, but you are lying."

"The government office is newly built and the affairs are busy. How can the prefect tell me where he is doing business?" Zhang Shouzeng's eyes flashed, thinking that there were too many people in Lubin Mansion every day, and it seemed that Wu Sadi had an informant. "Everything depends on evidence. Mr. Wu Sadi, please don't make any insinuations."

No wonder Zhifu stopped eating at the government office every day and went out to sleep at night, obviously to prevent someone from assassinating or poisoning him.

Putilov on the side crossed his legs, holding a cigar and said arrogantly: "General Manager Zhang, you are provoking. I don't want to find evidence, but it must be returned within two days, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences. In addition, I have already prepared the boundary marker. Ask people to push it down and destroy it. Finally, the Ergun River flows into Hulun Lake, so it stands to reason that Manzhouli should also belong to Russia. You must accept this. That’s it for today’s discussion. Remember, It’s limited to two days.”

After saying that, he stood up, raised two fingers, and glared at Zhang Shouzeng fiercely.

Song Xiaolian's eyes widened, and he slapped the table with a black face: "Sir, you are so unreasonable. Manchuria is our Qing Dynasty land. Everyone in the world knows it. The map of the two countries is clearly marked. Besides, even if Zhao Chuanxin The boundary monument erected does not hold up, but Obo is still far away from Manzhouli, but why do you want to deceive me into having no one in the Qing Dynasty?"

He doesn't want to see Zhao Chuanxin return, but national border matters cannot be taken care of, and the two sides have the same position on this point.

"You think so?" Putilov pointed at Song Xiaolian: "I said that if there is a dispute, it can be resolved by war. Others are afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, but I am not afraid. We have no more weapons and artillery, and we can increase transportation. I think How can he compete with us?”

Song Xiaolian and Zhang Shouzeng were very angry at his arrogant attitude.

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Zhao Chuanxin wore a thick cotton muffler, a thick wool scarf, an eye-opening hat under the helmet, a fire-concentrating armor over a tight-fitting cotton suit, and a cloak flying behind him.

If he wants to leverage the Hylar region and fight against countless Russian soldiers, he cannot rely solely on force.

At this time he was walking west along the Siberian Railway, further than the previous freight yard.

Really unfamiliar with this place.

The only signpost is the railway.

It is said that this railway was laid by workers with saws, shovels, axes and handcarts, basically by hand, and it always maintained a speed of 500-700 kilometers per year, which was unique at this time.

Zhao Chuanxin came here just to have some fun.

There are also road protection teams here, but the number is not as large as in China.

When they met, Zhao Chuanxin always walked around.

The eastern region of Tsarist Russia has seen a large number of immigrants in recent years, but it is still vast and sparsely populated. It is really sparse. In broad daylight, Zhao Chuanxin was running around in plain sight, but he couldn't touch anyone.

There was no road protection team in the deserted area, and the feeling of loneliness lingered in my heart as if there was only one person in the world.

The temperature here is about 6 degrees lower than in Lubinfu, which is already quite cold.

Walked all the way to the end of the railway.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little confused. He only knew that he was probably in Chita Prefecture, but he didn't know the specific location.

There are road signs and I can’t read Russian.

He caught a Russian citizen beside a field.

The man still wanted to resist, but Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his hair, clenched his fist, and hit his cheek hard twice: "If you fucking move again, I'll kill you."

The man was beaten until his head was dizzy and his ears were ringing, and he begged for mercy.

But Zhao Chuanxin couldn't understand.

He took out a piece of paper, looked at it and chanted: "Buddha, my mother-in-law, the shopkeeper, the shopkeeper, the clerk, the other guys..."

The other person's face was blank.

Zhao Chuanxin read it again according to the script.

Only then did the other party roughly understand, and he pointed to the northwest and said something like Ula Ula.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly pulled out the Xiaozang knife, put it against the opponent's neck, and repeated the words again.

Although this man was quite strong, his strength was far inferior to that of Zhao Chuanxin. He couldn't resist at all. His face turned pale with fright, and he pointed to the northwest and muttered loudly.

It seemed like he wanted to show that he wasn't lying.

That direction was the direction where the railway extended. Zhao Chuanxin just made sure that he didn't go the wrong way. After all, he had never been here before.

Zhao Chuanxin took the handle of the knife and hit the man's temple violently. The man fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

He continued walking along the railway, passing two villages before reaching the edge of a big city.

If his calculations were correct, this should be Chita.

He did not enter the city, but followed a river around the city and headed west. After finding the railway, he continued running along the railway for two hours.

There are gradually more villages, towns and cities along the way.

Even Zhao Chuanxin felt a little overwhelmed after such a long distance.

He took out the paper and looked at the boundary marker in front of him against the writing on it.

That’s right, it’s Ulan-Ude.

This is an ancient city in eastern Tsarist Russia that leads to Mongolia and China.

With a developed economy and concentrated trade, this is Zhao Chuanxin's final destination.

Lake Baikal is just ahead and there is a railway around the lake.

He first found the erected wooden poles and cut the telegraph wires one by one.

He did not enter the city, but turned back.

"Hum, Xingyue, Xingyue, it would be great if you could speak."

The smart gyroscope on the back vibrated.

When walking back, Zhao Chuanxin would cut off the telegraph line every time he walked.

Stop by the way and use the elf carving knife to cut off a section of the two rails, just long enough to fit into the space.

Stop and go, the railroad tracks alone were cut into more than twenty sections.

When enough railroad tracks were cut off, they were smelted into iron lumps using the Old God's crucible brand, which didn't take up much space.

This life is boring and lonely, but it is much more interesting than rushing along with your head down.

At least Zhao Chuanxin was full of motivation when he thought about Nicholas II's expression after hearing the news that the railway was destroyed.

Probably near the Shilok River, Zhao Chuanxin saw a train coming from the east.

He bared his teeth and hid in the woods beside the railway, waiting to watch the excitement.

Unfortunately, the speed of the train was too slow at this time. It was so slow that the train driver realized that the situation was not good and braked urgently. The front of the train had just derailed and hit a broken track in front of it and tilted, but it failed to involve the carriage behind it and roll with it.

It is not known whether any of the passengers in the carriage were injured. Zhao Chuanxin saw many people fleeing the carriage for their lives.