The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After Nikolai Ivanov received the news from Kliment Boyajev, not only did he not show any joy, but his face turned red with anger: "Idiot! You actually handed over such an important line of defense to an outsider? "

Kliment Boyagiev did not want to say it.

But at this time, Bulgaria was besieged on all sides. Looking at the entire battlefield, all defense systems were on the verge of collapse.

He just wants to be a doctor for a dead horse.

But he didn't expect to be scolded by the commander-in-chief.

Kliment Boyajev also got angry: "Idiot! Although we were defeated in Kilkis, the Greek side paid a heavy price. Their glory was paid for by several times the number of lives. If everything can be done on all fronts, If you do this, you will drag the enemy to death..."

Of course, this can only be complained to his deputy, not to Nikolai Ivanov.

Kliment Boyajev is not worried about his future, he also has a backing!

He just secretly thought that it was a pity that Zhao Chuanxin had such superb mobile combat and command and dispatch capabilities on the battlefield.

Otherwise, it is not impossible to reverse the entire battlefield.

…

The next day, June 22nd.

Zhao Chuanxin met Constantine I.

This is a bald man under fifty years old.

He entertained Zhao Chuanxin at the command post and said: "Mr. Zhao, we are in the war stage now. If you have neglected, please forgive me."

"The king is polite." Zhao Chuanxin at least got a cigar as a gift from the other party, and he could still have a good meal after so many days: "What does the king want to talk to me about? About business or about life? Or about art and academics?"

"..." Constantine I also said bluntly: "I want to know why Zhao Chuanxin works for Bulgaria?"

"What's wrong, isn't this all about money? You know, I have many women and many children, and they are going to bankrupt me. So they gave me 200,000 marks and asked me to help fight the war. People are poor and have short ambitions, so I Wear your clothes and go to war."

Constantine I didn't believe it.

Would a person like Zhao Chuanxin go to war for money?

But he was wrong. Zhao Chuanxin was really just for money, at least half of the reason was for money.

Constantine I pursed his lips: "Mr. Zhao's performance on the battlefield is impressive. Are you willing to serve us in Greece for money? I am willing to pay 400,000 marks."

He saw Zhao Chuanxin using his own sharp knife to cut medium-rare steak into shreds. This knife skill was really impressive.

"That's not possible. How can we turn around and fight against our old club?" Zhao Chuanxin flatly refused.

You don't deserve this kind of fagot.

Otherwise, trust will be as thin as the shreds of meat under Zhao Chuanxin's knife.

No one will hire him in the future.

When Constantine I heard this, he paid more attention to the man in front of him.

He put down his knife and fork and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhao, if our countries jointly contribute 200,000 marks, are you willing to stop helping Bulgaria?"

Zhao Chuanxin raked his fingers and found that Bulgaria had provided the money needed to build houses and benefit farmers in Darwin, Port Hedland, Perth and Esperance, Australia.

He also needs to save a sum of money, purchase supplies, and fund a group of currently shady groups in Tsarist Russia in order to sign a secret agreement to exchange land in 1917.

Reclaim the territory!

This money will have to come from countries like Greece, Serbia, Romania, and Montenegro.

Zhao Chuanxin traded with Bulgaria and only had Kilkis' 123rd defense line.

The deal is now complete.

But Constantine I didn't know that.

Zhao Chuanxin pretended to think: "Sometimes quitting can be considered a kind of betrayal. The price of betrayal is very high."

"How high?"

"Three hundred thousand marks."

"make a deal!"

After the Ruhr crisis in 1922, Germany experienced hyperinflation and the mark became worthless.

But at this time, the money Zhao Chuanxin earned could not sustain him for that long.

He wouldn't even keep the money until the start of the First World War.

The current average exchange rate between marks, pounds, francs, Italian lira and US dollars is 1:4~5.

After the start of World War I, the foreign exchange value of the mark was almost halved.

On June 24, Zhao Chuanxin received 400,000 marks and officially announced his withdrawal from the war in the Balkans.

When European countries learned of the news about the battlefield in the Balkans, newspapers exaggerated the news, and various levels of European society reacted differently.

Someone scolded him.

"Zhao Chuanxin joined the Bulgarian side, which seriously increased the price of Greece's victory. He took the money and left, leaving a mess in the Balkans. It is extremely abominable..."

Some people are frightened.

"Zhao Chuanxin has just finished digesting the land he acquired in the Far East, and he can't wait to dive into Europe. What does he want to do?"

The news spread back home.

Bulgaria failed in the Battle of Kilkis, but various newspapers exaggerated and exaggerated Zhao Chuanxin's achievements.

"National News" said: It was a time when the Mediterranean hot wind was coming, and the relations between the Balkan countries were deteriorating. Baoguo was besieged on all sides, and the important town of Kilkis was in danger. Zhao Chuanxin shouldered the responsibility and won the title of the army. The Greek army was defeated. When Bao Guo withdrew his troops, only Zhao Chuanxin's defense line was preserved without any casualties...

This is nonsense.

It was actually said that there were no casualties on the defense line commanded by Zhao Chuanxin.

But there were many followers, and the common people and gentry thought it might be true.

Even though Yuan Weiting in the capital read the newspaper, he was still hesitant, his face was unpredictable, and he was sweating coldly.

It's just that Nian Shen Nian Gui was frightened and secretly said that Zhao Chuanxin's Taoism had deepened again.

Yuan Weiting has always been contradictory in his actions. He yearned for the throne of emperor, but was afraid that everyone would disagree. After he became emperor, he was always worried.

Now, he was determined to kill Zhao Chuanxin, and he became worried after seeing Zhao Chuanxin proving his ability to lead troops on the European battlefield.

He no longer dared to tell Zhao Bingjun that he wanted to kill Zhao Chuanxin.

…

At the same time, the first batch of migrant workers arriving in Darwin were expelled by the local government office.

They had just disembarked from the cruise ship Porthos. Because they were traveling in third class and the conditions were difficult, their faces were pale and their feet were weak when they disembarked.

As soon as the joy of being down to earth came to my mind, I was stopped by several policemen wearing big-brimmed hats.

"Who let you go ashore?"

There were about sixty or seventy workers, and they stood there at a loss.

At this time, Craig Markles, who was missing a finger, hurried forward and told the police: "They are staff of the Australian Ecological Reserve."

The policeman stared: "What Australian ecological reserve?"

Craig Markles has been in bad temper ever since he lost a finger, several teeth and a split lip.

He lacked connections in Darwin and after failing to strike up a conversation, he simply resorted to Zhao Chuanxin to enhance his magic power: "This is Zhao Chuanxin's employee. Do you know Zhao Chuanxin?"

The policeman was impatient: "You are not Zhao Chuanxin, take your people and get out of here!"

Darwin is in northern Australia, and news from Melbourne and Perth has not yet reached here. The locals do not care about the rights and wrongs of the outside world.

Craig Markles was worried that he would be punished for delaying Zhao Chuanxin's important matter. He glared and said anxiously: "You will regret doing this. Zhao Chuanxin will beat you to death."

"What? Beat us to death? Hahaha..." The policeman hit Craig Markles with his baton on the cheek: "I'll beat you to death first."

The newly healed lips were cracked again and bleeding profusely...

…

Zhao Chuanxin carefully cleaned the equipment and removed the blood and rotten flesh on the Chaos Armor.

He returned to Iceland and took a hot spring bath in No Man's Land with Sarah Willsdottir.

Sarah Willsdottir put her arm around Zhao Chuanxin's waist in the pool and sniffed his hair: "The smell of gunpowder smoke has not completely dissipated. How many shots were fired?"

Zhao Chuanxin has a different way of getting along with every woman.

He felt the woman behind him.

Lao Zhao is a double-door refrigerator man, and Sarah is a double-door refrigerator woman.

Sometimes men need this kind of general structure to vent their anger.

He suddenly turned around and slammed Sarah against the smooth stone wall.

The water is rolling, the steam is steaming, opening up a violent road...

After getting dressed and sending her home, Zhao Chuanxin took out a handful of silver marks, which were military uniform marks of William II, with denominations of 2 marks and 3 marks.

He has big hands, and this one costs more than 50 marks.

"Here, it's for you."

Sarah Willsdottir did not live a wealthy life. In Iceland, like everyone else, her destiny was controlled by the mountains and sea. She raced against the polar night and tried her best to save enough wealth before then.

Her profession - blacksmith.

She couldn't do work like mending fishing gear, so in addition to blacksmithing, she occasionally helped others build houses.

The tall woman was surprised: "So many? What on earth did you do?"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't like Sarah Willsdottir's house very much. It was a small house without even an attic.

He said: "I earned it by working as a mercenary."

Sarah Willsdottir could not understand that life.

She hid her money carefully.

When he came out, he had already put on Zhao Chuanxin's favorite overalls.

That was what she wore when she was blacksmithing. When she wore it for Zhao Chuanxin, she only wore overalls.

Zhao Chuanxin pushed her into the house directly.

When Sarah Willsdottir woke up, she saw a silver mark erected on the bedside table with a note: Use the money to expand the house and make the ceiling higher.

Sarah Willsdottir had no such intention, put the money away and set off to work.

…

Zhao Chuanxin set off and arrived in Darwin, Australia, in two days.

Craig Markles home.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked on the door and heard Craig Marks yelling: "Fakoff!"

He pushed the door open and saw Craig Markles lying on the bed with a bruised nose and face, his lips pressed to a cloth. There was a strong smell of medicine and alcohol in the room.

Seeing Zhao passing the salary, Craig Marks got up from the bed in grievance: "Mr. Zhao, the local officials locked up those migrant workers from China. For this reason, they even drove away other prisoners. They beat me like this, and I have been almost soaked in bitter water for the past two days..."

Zhao Chuanxin frowned. The smell in the room was too overwhelming. He put his hand on the dining table and slowly raised it. Then a silver mark stood on the table, enough for 100 marks: "Thank you for your hard work. Tell me how to get to the prison." ?”

Craig Marks cheered up and told Zhao Chuanxin how to go.

Xingyue memorized the route, and Zhao Chuanxin found the prison in five minutes.

"Stop, who are you?"

The guard at the door blocked me.

Zhao Chuanxin took out his hammer and hit it one at a time.

The two of them collapsed.

There is not even a sentry tower here, only thorn walls to prevent people from escaping.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked open the courtyard wall door. The patrolman in the front yard of the prison saw it and hurriedly ran towards it: "Who? Who is there?"

Zhao Chuanxin stood tall and straight, turned his head slightly to look, flashed, and swung the hammer.

Duh.

Crushed skull.

Bang, bang.

Two gunshots broke the tranquility of the prison night.

Prison guards on duty hiding in nooks and crannies came from all directions.

There were sounds of falling to the ground.

With every "pop" in the darkness, someone's head was smashed and smashed.

The warden hadn't gotten off work yet, so he hid in his office and made a phone call to the police: "The prison is under attack, come to support. How many people are there? I don't know, at least dozens of people..."

Before the phone was hung up, the door creaked open.

The warden looked up and saw an Asian man with blood stains on his face looking at him calmly.

This man was holding a black hammer with blood dripping from it.

One end is pointed, the other blunt.

There is blood on both the sharp and blunt ends.

The warden trembled: "You, what do you want to do?"

Zhao Chuanxin reached into his arms, took out a notebook and threw it on the desk: "Write down the addresses of you and the jailer. It's best if you don't have family members. If you have family members, inform them to move out of the house within two days. The same goes for your home."

"Why?" the warden blurted.

"Because my employees don't have houses yet."

"Don't mess around, the police are already on the way..."

Zhao Chuanxin rushed to the desk, swung the hammer, and hit the warden on the cheek with the blunt end.

"Well..."

"puff……"

As usual, four teeth fell out.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed down on the table, leaned over and stared into the warden's fearful eyes: "Write it down."

Although the warden suffered severe pain in his cheeks, mouth, and gums.

But he didn't dare to delay. He took out the employee information from the cabinet and handed it directly to Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin flipped through it casually and saw that there was no information about the warden on it. He was happy: "You're fucking playing tricks on me, right? Write down your own information."

The warden dared not disobey.

When he finished writing, there were exclamations and messy footsteps outside.

And bursts of yelling and scolding.

The police are here.

The police were overwhelmed by the scene in the prison. Many of the prison guards were carrying batons, rifles, or runner. Without exception, their heads were smashed to death.

The most horrifying thing was that in the corridor there was a prison guard with a collapsed skull, but he was still alive and raised his hand to ask for help.

"Damn it, Faker, the people inside listen, let the warden go..."

When he came to the door, he leaned against the wall and took out the Xingyue M1909 light machine gun, installed the ammunition box, pulled the bolt and loaded the gun, turned around and fired at the wooden door.

Tata Tata...

Sawdust flew, and the body of the policeman holding a gun in the corridor was shattered into pieces.

The warden was stunned and did not dare to remind the police in the corridor.

"Who are you?" When Zhao Chuanxin ceased fire, the warden asked him tremblingly.

"Zhao Chuanxin."

The warden seemed to have heard this name somewhere, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Zhao Chuanxin returned to the warden, patted his arm and secretly stuffed a copper eye into his jacket pocket.

"Remember, help me notify them and let their families move out." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly: "Now, tell me how to get to the police station?"

The warden died and fellow Taoist friend Fudie Pingdao reported the address of the police station.

Zhao Chuanxin smashed the phone with a hammer, and smashed the telegram with another hammer.

Only then did he go out.

A surviving policeman hiding in the corner corridor was trembling against the wall.

Suddenly he heard the door to the warden's office being opened and his body froze.

But no footsteps were heard.

Suddenly he turned his head and saw a man holding a hammer looking at him.

"ah……"

The policeman was so creepy that his hair stood on end.

Duh!

The corridor was silent.

The warden plucked up the courage to come out, and a strong smell of blood hit his forehead: "Ugh..."

Zhao Chuanxin came to Darwin Police Station.

He stood outside the police station. The lights on the second floor of the police station were turned off. Through the window, he saw people coming and going on the first floor of the police station.

The sergeant was wearing civilian clothes and seemed to have returned home from get off work and was here in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Apple Thunder, pulled the tab, rounded his arms and threw it into a room.

Wow...

Glass shattered.

boom……

He came to the police station door, took out the modified Lugang M1907, and waited against the wall next to the door.

A police officer came out.

puff.

This pistol is made of sound-absorbing cold iron and fires silently.

The police officer was shot in the temple and fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed his arm and pulled him aside.

The second one.

puff……

The third one, poof...

There were more and more corpses at Zhao Chuanxin's feet.

They fled out one after another like this.

Next is the Sheriff.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his tactical gloves, covered the sergeant's mouth, turned his body around, and held him in the door.

A police officer appeared from the corner of the corridor, and Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and fired.

He took the sergeant hostage and went deep into the police station to clean every room.

"Let the Sheriff go quickly..."

Someone pointed the wheel at Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin had no expression on his face and raised his hand to shoot.

puff.

Is it faster than anyone else?

tease!

The sergeant's scalp went numb.

Zhao Chuanxin unloaded the magazine, and the magazine fell to the floor with a crisp sound.

Zhao Chuanxin changed the magazine with one hand, came outside a police station office and knocked on the door.

Then the gun was pointed at the door without moving.

When the policeman inside the house cautiously moved to the door, he thought he could pull off some trick.

puff……

The policeman died with his eyes open.

Xingyue has already determined his position.

At this time, Zhao Chuanxin let go of the police chief.

The sergeant bent over, breathing heavily, with veins pounding in his forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin kicked him in the ass: "Go, find all the police files for me..."

The same words were said to the sheriff.

Zhao Chuanxin roughly checked the number, and there were only a few police officers left in Darwin, and they could not make a big wave.

Now there were only the troops stationed nearby.

Zhao Chuanxin also put a copper eye in the sheriff's pocket.

Then he turned and left.

The sheriff escaped death and ran away.

After Zhao Chuanxin left, the warden ran back home.

The sheriff hired a carriage and walked towards the barracks in Darwin.

Australia has a sparse population, lacks manpower, and cannot afford the high cost of industrial war. The infantry battalion stationed in Darwin has only more than 300 people, and only more than 300 people.

Among the more than 300 rifles that can be gathered, there are long-version Lee Enfield rifles and short-magazine Lee Enfield rifles.

The officer listened to the sheriff's report. Due to the urgency of the incident, it took a long time to gather a team of 220 people.

They wore jungle hats with a rolled brim on the left, short-collared wool shirts with brass buttons, and breeches that were not in riding condition. It took a while to tie the trouser legs.

The sheriff was angry: "It's fucking time now, and you still care about these?"

The officer said coldly: "Dressing is a basic requirement for soldiers. If you can't even guarantee this, how can you guarantee combat discipline?"

The sheriff stamped his feet: "I'm afraid that by the time you are ready for combat discipline, the murderer has already escaped..."