Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

Despite being ridiculed, Leopold Maximian still said in a cautious tone: "Young man, you know, you are wasting your talents."

Zhao Chuanxin's playful smile disappeared without a trace, his eyes were deeper than the sky in Berlin, his tall and straight back was slightly stooped, and even the smoke he blew was full of vicissitudes of life: "Young man, who gave you the courage to act like you are old in front of me? Or do you think , can you tell my age by my skin?”

Leopold Maximian was forcibly charged in an instant.

He looked at Zhao Chuanxin in disbelief, who was completely different from before.

This man's temperament seemed to have aged hundreds of years in an instant.

"you……"

His rickety back straightened again, his sword-shaped eyebrows raised, and his starry eyes clear, Zhao Chuanxin returned to his laughing and scolding look.

This made Leopold Maximian think that he had heard something wrong.

He no longer dared to try to suppress Zhao Chuanxin in terms of momentum.

Zhao Chuanxin Anle: Recently I have played the role of gods so many times that my acting skills are perfect.

Are you worthy of showing off in front of King Bi?

Leopold Maximian cleared his throat and eased the atmosphere: "I mean, His Majesty the Emperor's speaking style has always been like this, and no one who is familiar with him will take his words to heart. So you shouldn't take it seriously, and Waste of time and energy here.”

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "I don't like to argue. I like to speak with my fists. No one can show off or make nonsense in front of me. There is nothing that can't be solved by one war. If there is, then it will be two! If you like, We can do it again, even ten times. The Butcher of the Far East is back for a limited time, so you should seize the opportunity."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin's voice was not loud, his German pronunciation was not standard, and his expression was not serious, but word for word seemed deafening.

Leopold Maximian saw many shadows in Zhao Chuanxin: Emperor Qin and Han Dynasty, Genghis Khan, Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon... They were also unruly and violent, but the difference was that Zhao Chuanxin was not an emperor. .

This man possesses powerful force, but not the desire for power to match it.

Leopold Maximian was silent.

After a while, he said: "Sir, as long as I am still in this position, I will try my best to ensure that Germany does not become your enemy."

A gust of wind blew up a piece of cigarette paper from the corpse of the German soldier.

Zhao Chuanxin reached out to grab it and folded the paper crane.

Stop the wind and hold the crane in front of you.

He blew and the paper cranes flew away.

"You don't have to be so cautious. Just hit him if you need to. You're welcome." Zhao Chuanxin put his hands back in his pockets and said cheerfully.

"Let's go, sir." Leopold Maximian had already made up his mind: "Come with me to see the Kaiser."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled and shook his head: "No, I didn't go to see him, he came here to see me."

"..."

When William II set out towards the south of the city, the people in the city watched.

The emperor's travel was not worth fighting for, but today was different.

"Our emperor has lost!"

The atmosphere along the way was silent and oppressive.

These people gradually accumulated nationalistic tendencies in the process of being conquered, and this time was no exception.

They were silent, and William II had nothing to say.

He could wait for more troops to gather in Berlin, and then what?

Launching a war like "looking for a needle in a haystack"?

Not only is it embarrassing, it’s also futile.

Who is more of a loser than Tsar Nicholas II?

Zhao Chuanxin finally saw William II getting off the carriage and walking on foot at the trench.

He was surrounded by carefully selected veterans who were like stars and the moon.

Move towards Zhao Chuanxin little by little.

He pursed his lips tightly and stared at the tall figure.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian witnessed the entire process in the trenches.

He silently compared his emperor with that butcher from the Far East, and found that the emperor's momentum was outweighed by the other's.

Zhao Chuanxin held a cigar in his mouth and said: "Let me teach you a lesson. When you feel that your life is threatened and ask for help, you must point to a specific person instead of shouting - help. Because that will distract the sense of responsibility and no one will save you."

William II looked around and saw that he was being protected tightly. Hearing this, his old face turned red and he immediately said in annoyance: "Get out of the way."

Those veterans of many battles dispersed quickly, as if they were facing a formidable enemy.

William II swallowed.

Facing Zhao Chuanxin, it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous.

But he seems to think that face is more important.

He said: "You have killed so many people, don't you have nightmares at night?"

"I am also killing people in my dreams, if I can make you feel better by saying this." After Zhao Chuanxin said to William II, he suddenly looked at a veteran, pointed at him and said, "Keep staring at me with your dead eyes. Look, I'll dig them out and stamp them."

The veteran was locked by the killing machine, his body was as stiff as if he was electrocuted, and he lowered his head involuntarily.

No one here has killed more people than Zhao Chuanxin, and no one has experienced more wars than him.

William II was extremely scared.

But he held on and kept his arrogance, squeezing his neck and saying, "Zhao Chuanxin, I'm here to apologize."

Zhao Chuanxin was like a teacher to his students, asking: "Oh, please tell me why you are apologizing?"

William II disliked this tone: "I apologize for my disgraceful words and deeds."

Facing Zhao Chuanxin, he felt powerless, like picking a piece of cake with a needle.

Tens of lives were lost, but not even a cent was gained. Failure was like waves hitting sand.

Even when he was targeted by European countries for his arrogant words, he did not bow his head.

Now he bows to one person.

William II felt as if he had eaten shit.

The two curls of beard on his lips were raised stubbornly like his personality. It was the effect of gel and maintenance oil. At this time, the raised beard was trying its best to resist the cold wind.

The wind was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke. William II witnessed the cruelty of the battlefield against Zhao Chuanxin and could not say anything other than bowing his head.

For the first time in my life, I have to pay the price for being a keyboard warrior - it turns out that speaking out loud can also lead to death, right?

Zhao Chuanxin's face gradually became serious, his eyes narrowed, and he stared directly at Wilhelm II: "One-seventh of the Prussian distance from the Berlin City Palace, there is the Bavarian Office in Berlin. You live on the third floor, you The children live next door to you. There are 20 open guard guards, 65 hidden guard guards, 5 Maxim machine guns, and 15 grenadiers. There are 300 axemen in the gallery and insurance company to the west. There are two small-caliber howitzers hidden in the leather shop and barber shop in the north. There is an easy-to-defend and difficult-to-attack path leading to the Italian restaurant, am I right?"

Leopold Maximian, Bertmann Hollweg and Wilhelm II were stunned.

William II: "You, you, how do you know?"

This surprise is really no small matter.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the cigar in his hand to Bateman Hollweg: "Hold it for me, wait for me for a moment."

The moment Bateman Hollweg took the cigar, Zhao Chuanxin disappeared out of thin air.