The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

After they all left, Zhao Chuanxin moved the plaque to a conspicuous place by the roadside.

The mountains and rivers are desolate and the years are desolate and cold. During these years, eating melons is undoubtedly a joy.

Neighbors heard the noise and came out to check.

Seeing Shopkeeper Ye and others hurried away carrying chairs, and looking at Zhao Chuanxin who was busy carrying plaques, everyone was confused, with expectations for the direction of things to develop in their eyes.

With the attitude that everyone is responsible for eating melon, Zhao Chuanxin shouted to the waiter at the noodle shop next to him: "You, use the bench in front of your house."

The guy looked around and pointed at his nose: "Me?"

"Yes, that's you."

"Sorry, stools cannot be loaned out."

"You're so stingy!" Zhao Chuanxin looked back and forth. "Actually, there is no need to be so stingy, because after a while, the flowers and plants in front of your house will also suffer. The chair may not be able to be saved."

"Why?"

The guy took out the melon seeds, cracked one, and asked curiously.

"My name is Zhao Chuanxin. Beiyang soldiers will come to arrest me soon. We will fight the fire here. Didn't you see that shopkeeper Ye fled the scene with his staff? If you are wise, please bring the stool over quickly. Don't force me to grab it. of."

The boy froze while eating melon seeds. He still raised his hand to his mouth. He couldn't put the melon seeds in his mouth. "Really?"

"Why did I lie to you!"

The waiter stared at him, then stuffed the melon seeds into his pocket, handed him the stool, and immediately ran away like a plague.

He turned sideways and asked, "Just now did you give money to Shopkeeper Ye to compensate for the losses of his teahouse in the war?"

"Yeah, that's right."

"Then I think you should also compensate my family because my home is next door."

Zhao Chuanxin supported the plaque on a stool and patted the dust on his hands.

Immediately he pointed to the west and said to the man, "Come on, open your mouth to the west."

The waiter asked dazedly: "What are you doing?"

"Open your mouth to the west, there should be northwest wind!"

"..."

When the waiter saw the writing on the plaque, he reacted and shouted: "Everyone, run, the Beiyang Army will come to fight in a while, run quickly..."

No matter how others reacted, he went into the house first to inform the shopkeeper, packed up his things and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the effect of cleaning the street with satisfaction, took two steps, activated the blue ghost armor and floated up to the roof.

There are two advantages to cleaning the street. One is to avoid innocent casualties, and the other is that the secret of being on the roof is not revealed.

In other words, except for the special agents and special forces who did protection tasks in later generations, there are still very few people who climb to the roof to fight.

After all, there is no need to hold a sniper rifle to occupy the highest position, and master the location and vision to carry out sniper missions.

Today's sniper rifles are ordinary rifles, and rifles are also sniper rifles.

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't need a rifle now, he is playing Maxim.

But besides him, no one else would have the thankless task of moving Maxim to the roof.

The difficulty in erecting the Maxim heavy machine gun on the roof was that the roof tiles were uneven and he needed to find something to cushion the bottom.

So I lifted up all the tiles next to it and stacked them one by one.

In fact, when future generations of professionals see his attitude towards weapons and tactics, most of them will look down upon him and think he is too amateurish.

But in history, there are actually not a few wild men like him who can make great achievements.

As I pondered, the sound of horse hooves rumbled in the distance, and dust and smoke rose everywhere.

This is the vanguard of the cavalry, equipped with carbines, and is quite elite.

However, they stopped cautiously about two miles away from the teahouse.

Faintly hearing the commander's shouts, a group of cavalry galloped around the road and blocked the road at the other end.

The battle was quite big, but there was only thunder but no rain.

Zhao Chuanxin yawned, and he fell asleep if he didn't fuck me.

After a while, he finally knew what these cavalry were waiting for.

A group of infantrymen followed up with a Krupp 75mm caliber breech-loading cannon.

Then the guns were pointed at the street.

Although they copied the tactics and equipment supplies of Japan and Germany, the Beiyang Army also had its own methods.

They use a forward team, a receiving team, and a backup team. This formation is called a "three-tiered formation."

Unfortunately, there are some limitations in this place.

The cavalry in front did not dare to charge immediately and chose to wait for the backup team behind to arrive.

The leader of the team today is still Wang Zhanyuan.

He squinted, took the telescope and looked towards the teahouse.

Zhao Chuanxin was behind the ridge tiles on the roof, and the barrel of Maxim's gun was only slightly exposed.

In addition, Wang Zhanyuan, based on his usual thinking, felt that if Zhao Chuanxin was really here, he must be in the teahouse.

After all, except for those petty thieves, who would climb on the roof to play when they have nothing to do?

The first thing Wang Zhanyuan saw was the erected plaque and the words "Zhao Chuanxin is here" on it.

The first reaction is: it’s a scam!

But it's hard for him to tell it, because even if it's a scam, if one person deceives a team of thousands of people, others will laugh out loud if he tells it.

But Wang Zhanyuan couldn't laugh.

He was really scared by Zhao Chuanxin's beating last time.

The adjutant asked: "Guerrilla, can we get there? He is alone. We have thousands of people this time. We just need to open fire at the teahouse. He will not be able to escape!"

"Don't you think this street is too quiet?" Wang Zhanyuan put down his telescope and asked suddenly.

"It's a little weird. Is that because everyone else was scared away when Zhao Chuanxin came?"

In fact, field artillery is difficult to use here.

If you fire at will, the rows of shops will be destroyed.

Wang Zhanyuan finally gritted his teeth and ordered: "Only the main team will be left in the rear escort team. The forward team will send a cavalry team and an infantry team. The back force team will then support, supplement the firepower output, and attack from the front and rear. The artillery will stay at the street entrance. If the Zhao thieves pursue again , regardless of the loss of shops, fire immediately!"

Under normal circumstances, the leaders at this time all believed that artillery should be dispersed rather than combined, and should be hidden rather than exposed. It should be dispersed and hidden, and then bombed at the same target at the same time.

But the terrain here is inconvenient, so the artillery cannot be dispersed, let alone hidden.

Wang Zhanyuan felt ashamed to issue such an order.

How can it be considered a war when a thousand people fight against one person?

But he used the method of war to deal with one person, fearing that he would become a laughing stock in the army after this war.

But he had to do that to feel a little bit safe.

At this time, there were layers of Beiyang soldiers. In Wang Zhanyuan's view, it was really difficult for Zhao Chuanxin to fly.

The vanguard troops crowded noisily to the outside of the teahouse, preparing to line up and rush in.

At this time, their formation just took on the undulating shape of "silkworm head and swallow tail".

Zhao Chuanxin ignored the people who had entered the teahouse and immediately opened fire on the roof.

Bullets flew out, metal storm swept across, and people fell in pieces.

Wang Zhanyuan, who was looking through the telescope, suddenly trembled and moved the telescope up with trembling hands.

On the roof of the tea house, he could see the hidden muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun, spitting out long tongues of flame behind the roof ridge.

Move the telescope down again, and you can see your soldiers being lined up and shot.

The fear of being dominated by Zhao Chuanxin that day hit me again, and my lower abdomen was inevitably a little swollen.

Since that day, he often urinates so smoothly that he drips endlessly and easily wets his pants.

This time, there were signs that the flood was about to break through the floodgates.

He tried his best to endure it and shouted: "Zhao Chuanxin is on the roof of the building. Quick, quick, shoot towards the roof!"

The trajectory of Zhao Chuanxin's shot was just like the curve drawn in the Snake game, not allowing the trajectory to overlap and moving forward gradually.

The advantage is that it will not be missed, but the disadvantage is that it cannot take into account the people on both sides of the street and behind.

But after hearing the gunshots like exploding beans, the sluggish troops on both sides of the street immediately shot towards the roof.

Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to be tough, so he managed to finish a bullet supply plate, pocketed Maxim, and slid down on the tiles behind to avoid the hail of bullets.

He was a little curious.

Wang Zhanyuan must not have known that he was on the roof before.

But the formation and tactics used by Wang Zhanyuan restrained him very well.

When he was in the United States and confronted the U.S. Army head-on, the performance of the Yankees was much worse than that of the Beiyang Army at this time.

Could it be said that the true strength of the Beiyang Army surpasses that of the United States?

He didn't know that that day he caused a disastrous defeat for a team of Beiyang soldiers, and he was helping Yuan Datou train his troops in disguise.

Afterwards, other officers carefully studied how to attack the enemy with more troops and less troops, but the opponent was well-equipped and had high combat qualities.

Wang Zhanyuan, on the other hand, focused on thinking about how to retreat in the safest way...

Zhao Chuanxin slid to the eaves behind the teahouse, and then he dared to stand upright, activated his blue ghost armor, and jumped towards the roof next to him.

He hunched over the eaves and walked over the wall, passing two rows of houses out of sight of the Beiyang soldiers before stopping.

Then take out Maxim again.

Tata Tata...

Wang Zhanyuan never imagined that Zhao Chuanxin could run so fast on the roof and move Maxim here.

The Maxim heavy machine gun weighs nearly 50 kilograms. It is impossible for a person to carry the Maxim on the roof like walking on the ground, even if he is extremely strong.

What's more, this thing consumes bullets extremely quickly.

It's impossible to carry a gun and an ammunition box at the same time, right?

This was completely beyond his knowledge.

However, Zhao Chuanxin just did it.

He lay down behind the roof and continued shooting.

This time the one playing was not the striker, but the stamina team.

The Jin team was still shooting at the top of the teahouse. Unexpectedly, a death invitation was sent directly above their heads. They were caught off guard and were swept down in a large area.

I saw the forwards and back force team on the other side gathering towards this side.

Zhao Chuanxin just finished firing the bullet supply plate, put away his gun, and continued running in the opposite direction.

Then, the stamina team on the other side also suffered.

250 rounds of ammunition, the rate of fire can be adjusted quickly, and it can be fired in an instant.

Therefore, it is natural that the bullets cannot be missed. Many bullets hit the open space, and many bullets are fired ineffectively at the same flesh and blood body. These are all wasted bullets.

But the three-round gun also mopped down thirty or forty people.

Fighting less and hitting more is morale.

After three rounds of gunfire, the people below were already frightened. Some looked at the miserable death of their comrades and turned around and ran away.

Many recruits have never seen blood before, so even if they have been trained for a hundred years, they will still be scared on the battlefield.

The key is that there is no trace of Zhao Chuanxin at all.

The veins on the back of Wang Zhanyuan's hand holding the telescope were exposed, and he roared: "Fire, fire!"

boom!

boom!

boom!

Field artillery is still suitable for long-distance firing, and the trajectory is preferably a straight arc. It is simply difficult to use here.

Moreover, there were people on the street in front, so the firing angle was very bad.

Instead, it rattled the surrounding buildings. Walls, doors and windows were the first to suffer. On the contrary, the roof was not seriously damaged due to the angle.

Even so, Zhao Chuanxin was shocked.

They directly abandoned the Maxim heavy machine gun and replaced it with a lighter Madsen machine gun. They kept wandering on the roof, avoiding the range of artillery fire, and opened fire at the position closest to Wang Zhanyuan.

Wang Zhanyuan's commanding position was very hidden. He was looking through a telescope in the corner, and Zhao Chuanxin just couldn't see him.

The fire from the Madsen machine guns was masked by shelling and heavy rifle fire.

But when Wang Zhanyuan found that the people in front of him were lying in a pool of blood, he was so shocked that his binoculars fell to the ground.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

The adjutants all picked up their guns and pointed them at the roof.

However, at this time, Zhao Chuanxin was nowhere to be seen again.

Wang Zhanyuan collapsed.

"Whoever you want will fight, I won't fight anyway! Gather your troops and withdraw your troops!"

Unlimited firepower + elusiveness = can't afford to get hurt!

But when it comes to withdrawing troops, Zhao Chuanxin is not sleepy at all.

Seeing that the remaining defeated soldiers below were preparing to retreat, Zhao Chuanxin showed up again and opened fire.

Wang Zhanyuan's combat ability is very average.

He might have something, but not much.

For example, just after the war, he faced the elusive Zhao Chuanxin, and he did not have an effective way to deal with it.

But at this time, he was about to retreat, and suddenly his ability came to him.

Roared: "The forward squadron and the forward squadron retreated, and the brigade opened fire to support them. They should disperse and fight, and there is no need to concentrate in one place. The artillery ceased fire and retreated first! After the artillery withdrew one mile, the forward squadron replaced the reserve brigade to concentrate firepower and cut off the rear... "

Sure enough, Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid of gathering fire, he would just run away if he couldn't beat him. On the contrary, this will cause the opponent to focus fire east and west out of fear and lose the target.

However, when they shot randomly just to delay, Zhao Chuanxin did not dare to take the lead.

This is the most dangerous time.

He did not dare to show his head, so the Beiyang soldiers in the street were able to retreat calmly.

Then a group of people stay behind and just shoot in one direction. The brigade was able to retreat, but Zhao Chuanxin never dared to appear.

It wasn't until the forward squadron of the Beiyang soldiers was about to retreat that Zhao Chuanxin suddenly came out and fired without any scruples, but the effect was mediocre.

When he was in the United States, Zhao Chuanxin never had such a hard time.

This made him face up to the Beiyang Army.

Although the streets were littered with corpses, Zhao Chuanxin felt it was boring, as if the battle had not achieved the desired effect.

He jumped off the roof and walked around the streets to collect the weapons and ammunition and put them into the secret space. They must not be wasted.

But no money was found on them.

If you have that time, chase the Beiyang soldiers and double the weapons you collect.

His horse was hidden behind the teahouse, and he didn't know whether the previous shelling had injured it.

Zhao Chuanxin crossed the roof and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the horses were safe.

He got on his horse and walked out of the alley.

Suddenly, I saw a group of shopkeepers and waiters tentatively approaching in the distance.

I'm afraid of death, but my property is there anyway, and I can't really let it go no matter what.

When they heard the artillery fire stop, they plucked up the courage to come over to check on the situation.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back at the miserable streets. Some shops were in ruins after being bombarded by artillery fire. The better ones were also riddled with holes. The air was filled with strong smoke and the smell of barbecue.

He actually felt a little guilty.

After all, it's all because of him.

but,

How thick-skinned is Captain Zhao?

He must first create the moral high ground himself.

With an attitude of indignation, he pointed behind him on horseback and said: "Look, everyone, look, is this something done by humans?

These are all the good deeds of Aixinjueluo Zaizhen and Yuan Datou.

By the way, there's that bitch named Wang Zhanyuan, he's the guerrilla leader today!

Therefore, I announce that Aixinjueluo Zai Zhen and Yuan Datou will foot the bill today! "

After speaking, he didn't give everyone time to react.

He quickly pursued the Beiyang Army in the direction of retreat.

A group of shopkeepers and waiters were left looking at each other.

Then the shopkeeper who suffered the most losses in the shop let out a miserable cry: "Ah, my shop! Yuan Datou, who suffered a thousand cuts, deserves to be punished by the frying pan. You must die..."

And Zhao Chuanxin,

Just forget it?

nonexistent!

If these Beiyang soldiers are not beaten to the point where they are as fearful as the Yankees, then there will definitely be consequences.

Therefore, we must beat them to hurt them and beat them to scare them.

Not only do you have to be afraid of them, you also have to make the higher level people afraid!

According to the traces of the Beiyang Army's withdrawal, it didn't take long for Zhao Chuanxin to catch up.

However, their personnel were too concentrated, and Zhao Chuanxin was hanging far away, so it was difficult to get a chance to make a move until they came to the south bank of the lower reaches of the Haihe River.

Zhao Chuanxin dismounted, patted the horse's back and said, "Man, you can go."

The horse took a few steps forward and then stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin slapped the horse's butt hard, and it ran away.

Seeing the horse run away, he immediately jumped into the Haihe River.

In fact, under water, his speed is much faster than that of a horse. His maximum speed is probably three times that of a horse running at full speed, which is roughly equivalent to the speed of a swordfish.

But if you move forward at full speed, the Blue Ghost Armor will not be able to bear it. If you want to swim continuously, the speed is about twice that of a horse.

Under water, it is very easy to pursue the Beiyang troops in front.

In a moment, Zhao Chuanxin was already on par with them.

Wang Zhanyuan sat silent on his horse.

Fighting on his own territory, he was so despondent that he didn't even dare to collect the corpses of his men.

I was embarrassed, worried about being punished when I went back, and feared Zhao Chuanxin. I was really upset!

At this moment, the machine gun sound like his nightmare sounded again.

Wang Zhanyuan came back to his senses and turned his head to see that the team had become chaotic.

Not only was he timid, these Beiyang soldiers were also afraid.

Listen carefully, the gunshots are coming from the Haihe River.

How can this be?

Wang Zhanyuan looked in disbelief and saw half of a person's body faintly exposed in the water.

He was shooting at them with a machine gun.

Haihe River is the mother river of Tianjin people. The water level is up to 7.5 meters deep, and the distance between the two banks is up to 350 meters wide.

Not only is it deep, but the current is fast.

But the man in the water could reveal half of his body and shoot with a machine gun. His figure was as steady as on land.

It's just that the distance is a little farther, the embankment is high, and the power of the upward shot is not as great as before, so this time the Beiyang Army was shocked but did not disperse.

Wang Zhanyuan could stand on the embankment and send people to shoot into the river in a fan shape.

Similarly, although the overhead shot is powerful, the accuracy is not very high. The good thing is that in such an open area, he is confident that he can suppress the devil in the water.

However, Wang Zhanyuan had lost confidence and had no intention of resisting.

He ordered: "Retreat, retreat!"

After retreating, the people in the water were unable to shoot because of the embankment.

The adjutant looked at Wang Zhanyuan in disbelief.

Withdraw now?

You can't win when you're at a disadvantage, and you won't win when you're at an advantage.

But it is the duty of a soldier to obey orders, so the adjutant had no choice but to ask people to move back.

In the middle of the Haihe River, Zhao Chuanxin put away his gun regretfully.

He is not afraid of the opponent's fire suppression on the shore. In the Haihe River, he can come and go like the wind, and there is no way to suppress him.

At this moment, a figure appeared on the shore.

It's Wang Zhanyuan.

He shouted loudly: "Zhao Chuanxin, I am Wang Zhanyuan, don't shoot..."