Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

On the way here, to pass the time, Xingyue taught Zhao Chuanxin how to learn the writing of another world.

The purpose of Zhao Chuanxin's study is to master the runes.

Xingyue said: Your intelligence is far beyond the level, your memory is better than 80% of humans, and your body is extremely healthy, but you still can't master the runes. You haven't even touched the edges. I guess it's because of the thinking of people on earth. Habits are different. If you cultivate it from an early age, it might still be possible.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little unwilling: "I'll try again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sound of gunfire was heard.

He froze for a moment, got ashore, and ran towards Anqing City.

People who hate Zhao Chuanxin hate him to the core, while people who admire Zhao Chuanxin are in awe.

There are many people in the world who "talk about righteousness but think about business", but Zhao Chuanxin carries a three-foot sword in the box on his back to show injustice to God and others.

Wherever there was excitement or injustice, he would join in.

Maybe it's foreigners again?

Zhao Chuanxin approached with questions in his mind.

……

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, wars broke out everywhere. Not only did foreigners forcefully seize the country's gates, but our own people were also dissatisfied.

Most of the uprisings in various places were organized by rabble and had no faith.

Most people have two thoughts in their minds: first, the Qing government is not good and must be overthrown; second, after earth-shaking changes, people can be promoted and make a fortune, and the people can live a good life.

People with the surname Sun go around making wishes for promotion and wealth, which reinforces this idea.

Therefore, even if an absolutely correct existence appears at this time, it will be difficult to achieve it before the human heart has experienced true despair.

Therefore, Zhao Chuanxin did not do useless work at all and let them do whatever they wanted.

Xiong Chengji thought his plan was good, but he didn't want Xue Zhe, Fan Chuanjia and others in the city to be entangled. Xiong Chengji led people to attack the city all night and failed to arrive in time to open the door.

To make matters worse, the Qing navy on the river outside Nancheng shelled the rebel positions.

Xiong Chengji was attacked from both sides.

Without faith, it is easy to be vigorous and then dwindle. Even if the casualties are heavy, people's hearts will become unstable.

Everyone is beating the drum in their hearts.

Xiong Chengji got angry and had several blisters at the corners of his mouth.

He gritted his teeth and looked at the bandaged Bubu, clenching his fists and secretly saying it was a pity.

"Commander-in-Chief, let's withdraw."

The rebel army elected Xiong Chengji, the most capable man, as its commander-in-chief.

Xiong Chengji was determined to fight again, but looking at the insurgents who were already fearful, he finally sighed: "Okay, let's withdraw."

But we can't just end up like this. He said: "It won't be too late for us to retreat to Jixian Pass and capture Lu Prefecture until the foundation is solid."

All the baggage was abandoned because I was worried that if I ran too slowly, I would be overtaken by the Qing army.

But even if this is the case, the Qing army is also following behind.

The two sides fought several times outside the city, and Xiong Chengji's subordinates suffered even more casualties.

He was disgraced and no longer as high-spirited as he had been at the beginning. He was like a bereaved dog leading the crowd to one side or another.

"We are surrounded." The subordinate said bitterly.

Xiong Chengji was startled, looked around, and stamped his feet: "We are almost at Jixian Pass."

At this time, rumbling sounds were suddenly heard from the direction of the Qing army's attack, fires were shining, and gunpowder smoke was billowing.

The Qing army's pursuers were in chaos and retreated hurriedly.

If the rebel army has no faith, the same goes for the Qing army.

Their confidence was the dying Qing Dynasty, but the confidence given by the Qing Dynasty was very insufficient.

Xiong Chengji asked: "What's going on?"

"The Qing army was attacked, but there seemed to be no casualties."

Xiong Chengji bravely put his head out and took a telescope to watch from a distance.

He clearly couldn't see the light of the artillery, but he saw "artillery shells" exploding frequently along the Qing army's pursuit route. He couldn't tell where the artillery fire came from.

The Qing army was also confused about the situation and could only retreat again and again.

"This..." Xiong Chengji scratched his head: "Is it possible that Xue Zhe and Fan Chuanjia broke out of the city?"

"It's not like that." Someone shook his head: "It seems like someone deliberately blocked the Qing army from fighting with us. Despite the bustle of the explosion, there were no casualties among the Qing army. How could Xue Zhe and Fan Chuanjia be like this? Besides, the cannon is no better than the machine. The artillery is more powerful and far less like the handiwork of the artillery team.”

Xiong Chengji made a quick decision: "Never mind, let's withdraw."

They headed north, but the Qing army was driven south.

When Xingyue told Zhao Chuanxin: It's okay, the distance has been extended.

Zhao Chuanxin breathed a sigh of relief.

The inventory of explosive arrows made by Xingyue has been emptied.

Since there have been uprisings from time to time in recent years, he can't remember which group of rebels rebelled again.

When he saw it, he helped him casually, but Zhao Chuanxin was not willing to kill his own compatriots, no matter which camp they were from.

He took off his soft gold armor, thought about it, and headed towards the Qing army.

A Qing soldier was cleaning the barrel of a nine-shot gun when he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder.

He turned around in shock and saw a tall bearded man holding a cigarette and smiling at him.

Qing Bing frowned with an unhappy expression: "Who are you?"

"I want to ask, who are you fighting with?" the man asked.

"Get away, it's none of your business."

"Hey, look at this little grumpy guy, he's quite aggressive when he talks." Zhao Chuanxin took out a cigarette and handed it to the soldier: "Let's talk about it. Idle time is also idle."

However, the Qing soldiers directly snatched a box of cigarettes from Zhao Chuanxin's hand.

Zhao Chuanxin is not annoyed either.

Only then did the Qing soldiers get angry: "Who else could it be? The rebel Xiong Chengji. He wanted to seize the city, but Mr. Zhu knew everything was going to happen and arranged it in advance..."

After the Qing soldiers finished speaking, they frowned and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Who are you? Why do you ask these questions?"

Zhao Chuanxin put out his cigarette butt on the ground: "White horse, silver gun, plum wine, I won't tell you who my rival is in the world, I'm just Zhao Xin."

"What a loud tone. Back then, even the Five Great Sword Kings didn't dare to say that they were invincible." Qing Bing rolled his eyes. "Are you not a water bandit on Taihu Lake?"

"Haha, Abao on Taihu Lake knows that she also has to wash my feet. The water bandits are nothing." Zhao Chuanxin made nonsense: "Forget it, I won't tell you this ignorant big-headed soldier. , I will also go to Huashan Mountain to discuss swordsmanship. The so-called desire to compete with God will defeat all the heroes in the world."

Qing Bing: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin left because he saw other Qing troops coming towards this direction.

……

In Hankou, Frankie called the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs and cried with snot and tears about the situation in Hankou.

In the afternoon, the Belgian Ministry of Foreign Affairs told him to take photos to collect evidence.

But no explanation was given as to why.

Frankie finally felt the inner powerlessness and struggle of many Chinese people when facing the invasion of foreigners.

He roared in his heart: How useful is collecting evidence? Can you still sanction Zhao Chuanxin?

Just like those Chinese people who had no way to ask for help after being occupied by foreign missionaries.

Belgium doesn't even have a warship, its soldiers are useless, and its backers, France and Tsarist Russia, have too much to take care of themselves. What can Frankie do?

But he still did his duty, took several tragic pictures of the corpses lying in pieces on the street, packed up his bed, and prepared to leave.

Coincidentally, the French were also taking photos.