The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

Freddie Feart knew that Zhao Chuanxin was a pragmatist. He didn't care about the process of doing things, but he needed to explain the results to him.

Freddie Feart knew that Zhao Chuanxin was coming to the United States soon, but he still hadn't gotten his affairs done, so he was in a state of distress recently.

The total area of ​​Ethan Manor is very considerable. In addition to the main building, there is also a vast courtyard outside.

And at Zhao Chuanxin's request, in order to ensure that the most beautiful and natural landscape of the Hudson Valley can be seen from the manor, the mountain on the opposite bank was also purchased as a nature reserve.

This brings the total area to a staggering 4,000 acres.

The manor is surrounded by green mountains and green waters. The courtyard is full of flowers and decorated with artistic statues.

The courtyard landscape was designed by the late Frederick Law Olmsted, a famous landscape architect.

Even if you take a walk here, you will feel relaxed and happy.

The main building of Ethan Manor has four floors above ground and two floors underground. It is built on a hill and is the commanding height of the neighborhood.

Not only can you overlook the beautiful scenery of the Hudson River, but you can even overlook New York City.

Freddy Wort was taking a walk, thinking about how to solve the current problem, when he suddenly heard a quarrel at the gate.

He walked over and saw Marcus Ngrumah, a tall and sturdy black man employed in the manor.

This Marcus Ngruma was not very bright, and Freddy Fear often asked him to do some heavy work.

This guy was so powerful that Freddie Fearlet not only made him do the hard work, but he could also scare the idle folk in town.

Especially the gypsies who have been hanging around lately, who are known to be thieves.

Seeing that it was Marcus Nkrumah, Freddie Feart walked up and asked: "What happened?"

Marcus Nkrumah pointed at a half-year-old white child opposite and said angrily: "He is a madman, sneaking around at the gate of the manor. I drove him away, but he was unwilling to leave."

Freddie Pawwitter was amused.

It's a fool meeting a madman.

The half-grown Caucasian child opposite looked quite fair, wearing an exquisite hijab hat, a tightly buttoned dark blue short top, and a soft-looking suede tie.

He should be a child from a well-educated family, and he exudes the style of a city person.

His skin color is slightly pale and his body is too thin.

The half-grown child said: "I'm not crazy, I was just thinking and entered your manor by mistake. Sir, are you the owner of the manor?"

Freddy Pawwitt had his hands behind his back, his shirt buttons were tightly wrapped around his wrists, there were no wrinkles on his vest, and his waist was straight.

He shook his head: "I'm not the owner of the manor, I'm the butler here, Freddie Fearvitt. Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

"I'm fine, I'm afraid of Mr. Witt. My name is Benjamin Goldberg. My family has recently moved to North Tarrytown. We live on the lower reaches of the Hudson River. The white house that looks like the moon is my home."

Freddy Pawwitt was a careful man, and he remembered the beautiful white villa in the town.

Being able to live there shows that Benjamin Goldberg is indeed a child from a wealthy family.

"Oh, what are you doing here at Ethan Manor?"

Benjamin Goldberg's eyes wandered away, not in a sneaky way, but clearly out of his mind.

He paused for a while, then pointed at the big black man Marcus Nkrumah and said: "Sir, do you look at him, does he look like a god in mythology? Do you look at these flowers and plants, do they look like they are flowing in the stars?" The boat? Although the gods are powerful, they are kind-hearted and do not trample on them. I am afraid of Mr. Werther. In fact, I was climbing mountains and wading in the universe, and happened to meet Hercules hiding in the manor..."

Freddy Fearvitt was stunned when he heard this.

He was convinced that the child was indeed ill, not a minor one.

Although he is patient, he is not willing to deal with a child with a wild mind.

Because there is no such time.

It's just that this child is skinny and skinny, so he probably won't cause any trouble to the manor.

So, Freddy Fearwet said to the child: "You can play here, but don't destroy anything. Because the owner of the manor has a bad temper, and he will be back soon. You can play with Marcus Nkru Let’s play with Ma, I have to go beforehand.”

Although the half-grown child was seriously ill, he was polite and said: "Okay sir, I am willing to communicate with this Hercules."

"..."

Freddy Fearvitt is gone.

Wait for him to leave,

Benjamin Goldberg said to Marcus Nkrumah: "Hercules, people in this town say you are scary. But I see your kindness right away."

"My name is not Star Hercules." Marcus Nkrumah emphasized seriously: "My name is Marcus Nkrumah."

"I know the meaning of 'Nkrumah', which means the fifth son, right? Don't be surprised, my friend, before I was entangled in all kinds of fantasies, I spent three months reading I have completed a forty-eight-volume history of the world, and your name is recorded in it."

It seems that in front of the silly Marcus Nkrumah, Benjamin Goldberg can completely let go and surrender directly to the big man.

Marcus Nkrumah didn’t even recognize his own name, let alone the history of the world.

He said: "Since I'm afraid that Butler Witte will allow you to play here, I won't stop you."

"Come, let's sit on the steps of the flower garden."

Benjamin Goldberg greeted: "You are the kindest person I have ever met, and you are also the star Hercules. I want to tell you about my experience. Although my parents thought it was a mental illness, I don’t think so. I think you will understand me.”

Marcus Nkrumah was actually very lonely.

Strangers were afraid of him because of his exaggerated height and shape, while acquaintances never knew how to respect him because of his stupidity, so he didn't even have a friend to talk to.

He obediently sat down next to Benjamin Goldberg. His huge, curled-up body seemed to hide a heart that didn't match his appearance: "Okay, tell me."

"I used to be a very stupid child. I was like this until I was ten years old. It made me distressed and confused. I longed to be as smart as other children. That desire exceeded everything."

"Me too, they keep saying I'm stupid, so I have no friends."

"Haha, Hercules of the Starry Sky, we will be friends from now on. When I was ten years old, I had a dream. In the dream, someone gave me a glass of wine composed of numbers and words, or other liquids. I drank it and woke up. I feel my ears are sharp and my eyesight is clear.”

"That's amazing."

"Who says it's not? Let's continue talking about me."

"Okay, you say."

Benjamin Goldberg couldn't be happier with this starry Hercules, and it's a great listener.

"After I had that dream, it took me three months to read a forty-eight-volume history of the world. After that, it took me another two years to understand the essence of "Theory of Functions."

Marcus Nkrumah shook his head: "I'm not sure what you are talking about."

It seems that he is worried that the Hercules of the Starry Sky will lose interest in his words because of these boring things.

So Benjamin Goldberg stepped up to the plate.

He continued: "My parents thought I was enlightened at first. It was not until the past few months that I began to have all kinds of strange ideas. Seeing the texture of wood on furniture would form undulating mountains in my mind. Marble stone The stripes of the base will form vast oceans and rivers. I trek through these mountains and rivers, and the space at home becomes as vast as thousands of miles of rivers and mountains. I can immerse myself in it for a whole day and travel across thousands of mountains and rivers..."

Marcus Nkrumah said excitedly: "Me too, when I look at a pig, I think of pork. When I look at a chicken, I think of chicken legs."

"..." Although Benjamin Goldberg thought it was just greed, he still nodded in agreement:

"That's right. When I see my father's shotgun, I picture the shotgun as a huge machine. I can take it apart in my head and install more sophisticated parts on it. Unfortunately, my parents don't believe it. They thought I was sick and wanted to send me to Woodside Mental Hospital. But they also heard that doctors there would remove my frontal lobes, put me on a rotating stool, and hit me with electric currents. They were terrified of that. , I changed my mind and planned to change my living environment, thinking that this would improve my condition. So I came here and met you..."

One big and one small, one black and one white, the two of them sat on the flower bed talking all afternoon without even going to the toilet.

…

Lotus Temple, Qinglong Hall.

Yesterday, Ning An came to Zhao Chuanxin with a meal and said, "Donor Zhao, it's time to eat."

Zhao Chuanxin, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and took the tofu soup and a bowl of rice: "What the hell are these? Is there any seafood? Is there any meat?"

Ning An bit his mouth and said, "No."

"Why the hell do you always bite your lips? Can you believe it if you slap me with a big mouth?"

Ning An retreated in shock.

Zhao Chuanxin took out a pile of various cans from the secret realm and called to everyone in the God of War team: "Come on, one can per person. This is the last stock. Once you finish eating, it will be gone."

When everyone saw that there were foreign cans to eat, they immediately became energetic.

The wounded man with his stomach open was now crawling on the ground like a pupa.

This shows how attractive foreign cans are to them.

Park Seung-yeol threw a can to him so that he wouldn't be able to grab it.

Zhao Chuanxin first pulled a can of beef, a can of beans, and a can of pudding into his arms.

The rest were snatched up by everyone.

Zhao Chuanxin opened the canned beef and beans and poured them into the rice bowl. Then he drank it with the tofu soup, which was very delicious.

There was a sound of chirping in the Qinglong Palace.

After eating and drinking, Zhao Chuanxin wanted to stand up.

As a result, the wounds on the thighs, calves, arms, and shoulders protested together.

As long as you exert force, you will be in excruciating pain.

In addition to the hemostatic film, it would be great to have an analgesic film.

He looked at Ning An next to him and shouted: "I don't have any eyesight at all, help me up."

Ning An felt aggrieved and reached out to help him, but the weight of 1,890 kilograms was not enough. He tried his best to lift Zhao Chuanxin, but he could not move it.

In the end, Zhao Chuanxin also exerted a little force, and then he was able to help him up.

Zhao Chuanxin was furious when he saw his delicate and frail look: "Where did Lan Tian die?"

Ning'an said: "Chan Master Changshun asked everyone to go outside to collect the bodies, and Lan Tian also followed."

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned when he heard this, and then said to Park Seung-yeol, who was chewing his teeth: "Don't chew it, it sounds disgusting. Go out, break off a small stick to pick your teeth, and take a few people with you." Help those monks, bring our brother’s body back, and let those monks cremate it alone.”

Park Shengyeol responded, and pulled up Li Xiuji beside him: "Don't be idle, come with us."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Ning An again: "Why are you stunned? Help me to the toilet quickly."

Ning An wanted to bite his mouth again, but halfway through the action, he suddenly remembered Zhao Chuanxin's fierce appearance, and suddenly he didn't dare.

When they arrived at the latrine, Zhao Chuanxin pushed Ning An away: "Go to the other side, do you want to watch me pee?"

Ning'an: "..."

Park Seung-yeol took Lee Soo-gil out, and it happened that William Carroll Will, the U.S. Minister to South Korea, was also preparing to go down the mountain.

Park Seung-yeol hesitated for a moment whether to stop this person, after all, Mr. Zhao hadn't said anything to let him go yet.

But then he thought that the Japanese army had already discovered them, and they were not afraid of leaks at this time, so they left it alone.

Seeing that Park Shengyeol and the others did not stop him, William Carroll Will breathed a sigh of relief.

He is not afraid of these Koreans, he is afraid of Zhao Chuanxin.

As long as Zhao Chuanxin is not here, everything is easy to say.

When they arrived at the Shura Field on the mountain path, they saw a group of monks below, leaning over and vomiting out their breakfast intact.

And then there's William Carroll Will: "Ugh..."

After vomiting, he took out his handkerchief and wiped the dirt off his beard.

He turned to Park Seung-yeol and said, "God, you cruel butchers..."

Park Seung Yeol didn't say anything, but Li Xiuji's eyes widened: "What did you say? If I spread your words to Mr. Zhao's ears, do you know what it means?"

William Carroll Will's words ended abruptly.

After a moment, he asked: "Why are the corpses there in circles?"

Li Xiuji glanced at the "Lotus Corpse Arrangement Picture", suppressed the discomfort in his stomach, and forced a smile: "That is Mr. Zhao's masterpiece. Last night, he was surrounded by two to three hundred Japanese troops in hand-to-hand combat. Mr. Zhao killed them all by himself. Kill and retreat."

"..." William Carroll Will said to himself, "Do you think I am a fool?" "The power of an individual is limited."

He implicitly pointed out that Li Xiuji was a "Zhao Chui".

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Li Xiuji ran to the center of the "Lotus Picture" and gestured: "Last night, Mr. Zhao was standing here, surrounded by layers of Japanese soldiers. He killed a circle by himself. . Until the Japanese soldiers were killed and became frightened by the news.”

When the monks and William Carroll Weir saw this, they made up the picture in their minds, and combined it with the "lotus picture" on the scene, they couldn't help but feel shocked.

I think... this seems to be true.

William Carroll Weir recalled the Battle of Thermopylae in ancient Greece, and the monks present remembered that "but the flying generals in the dragon city are here, and they don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountains."

With this level of personal force, he is worthy of the name "God of War".

They really wanted to know what the Japanese who were being driven back felt.

William Carroll Will sneered: "Well, can I leave? This scene makes me feel uncomfortable."

Park Seung-yeol stretched out his hand: "Please."

Wait for the American minister to leave.

Lan Tian came to Li Xiuji: "Donor, are everything you said true?"

"Of course it is true. Okay, when you move the corpses, remember to separate our brothers and the Japanese soldiers. Those broken ones are basically the souls of the Japanese soldiers under Mr. Zhao. Gather them together and throw them in a wasteland to feed the wild animals. .”

Lantian looked at the things lying on the ground and hanging on the trees, and shuddered.

So cruel!

The Japanese army is famous for its brutality, but now someone appears who is even more brutal than them.

…

What do the Japanese think?

Last night, the Japanese troops who fled across the mountains and plains quickly met up with the troops coming from behind to support them.

After learning that the army was defeated, the backup troops did not dare to continue going up the mountain. They gathered the remaining soldiers outside Guluji Ridge.

And reported the situation here to Yu Uehara.

Yusaku Uehara is having breakfast.

In Japan, it is called morning meal, or morning meal. In ordinary households, it is just soybean soup, pickles and rice.

Yusaku Uehara had a more substantial meal, soybean soup, bread slices with butter, milk, poached eggs and a little fish fillet.

After listening to the adjutant's report on the battle situation, the milk he had just drank into his mouth spat out with a pop.

"Zhao Chuanxin and the God of War squad have less than a hundred people. We have two squadrons of infantry and artillery, but they couldn't wait until reinforcements arrived?"

Yusaku Uehara looked at the adjutant in disbelief.

He originally thought that as long as the two squadrons persisted and the reinforcements arrived, wouldn't it be easy to control Zhao Chuanxin?

The adjutant smiled bitterly: "You should eat first. Things have already happened, so don't rush. Some things are better waited until you finish eating."

Uehara Yusaku put the milk cup on the table. He knelt down by the table and put his hands on his knees: "Eating? How can I still be in the mood to eat? Tell me, what's going on!"

"Well...there are a lot of unsolved mysteries here."

Yu Uehara was very angry: I asked you to talk about the battle situation, but you talk about the unsolved mysteries?

The adjutant saw his expression and hurriedly said: "Zhao Chuanxin knows magic. He created a rock fortress, and our artillery suffered heavy casualties. In the end, Zhao Chuanxin and our army ran out of ammunition, and they started hand-to-hand combat again. He alone can fight two of us. Three hundred people. We are no match..."

Yusaku Uehara interrupted him: "What did you say? Zhao Chuanxin used a bayonet to fight two or three hundred of us by himself? Did I hear you correctly?"

The adjutant stammered: "Well, it was a slip of the tongue. In fact, he was not the only one. After our side lost forty or fifty casualties, the God of War team joined in with bayonets attached. Later, Zhao Chuanxin got another one from somewhere. Maxim heavy machine gun, we have no ammunition and cannot survive, so we have to retreat."

But when Yusaku Uehara heard this, he didn't feel any comfort. Instead, he became even more angry: "Baga, are you all trash? It's fine if you can't defeat him with guns and cannons. Could it be that so many people can't defeat him in a hand-to-hand fight? Do you really think it's Lu Bu and Zhao Yun?" This kind of warrior who goes in and out seven times?"

The adjutant listened to his subordinates' description of the battlefield and knew how tragic the battle was.

At this time, he must avenge the injustice of those soldiers who died in the battle: "On Guluji Ridge, it became a flesh and blood mill last night. The soldiers did not take a step back. They defended their dignity with their lives. It's not that our soldiers did not die, it was The enemy is too powerful!"