After speaking, he carried Aoki Genharu and walked out the door.

Aoki Genharu was stupefied: "You promised me to give me a good time." ”

Zhao Chuanxin spat out: "Phew, do you dare to believe the villain's words?" ”

Genharu Aoki: "......"

This made him angry half to death, and scolded bitterly: "Despicable villain, shameless, what god of war, selling fame and reputation......"

If Zhao Chuanxin moves a little bit of anger, it will be counted as a loss.

Bayar remembered Yoshiro's tragic situation, and persuaded: "Killing people is not enough, it is so tyrannical, Changshengtian will blame it." ”

Zhao Chuanxin's response was: "Phew! ”

Outside the temple, the people were in turmoil.

But because Lama Xuanchun is in the hands of the other party, no one dares to act rashly for the time being.

And those Belgian missionaries, dressed in black, watched the excitement from the side.

"Let go of Lama Xuanchun."

"yes, otherwise don't blame us for being polite."

The people on the grassland are also very short-tempered, when Matsuzaki and other spies escaped, they were mistaken for bandits, and let a group of herdsmen beat them to death, Matsuzaki Baoichi pretended to be dead to escape, very tough.

Zhao Chuanxin helped the cowboy hat, threw Aoki Xuanchun aside, pinched his waist with both hands and said, "Do you know that this person is Japanese?" ”

What he didn't expect was that many people asked, "So what? ”

Zhao Chuanxin said: "He is a spy. ”

"You are a good person, Lama Xuanchun is kind-hearted, he heals our soldiers and helps the township, he is a good person."

When Aoki Genharu heard this, he smiled proudly.

Zhao Chuanxin pointed to the group of Belgian missionaries and said, "These foreigners, when they first came to the grassland, what were they like? Don't you know what kind of face you have now? Do you think Japanese people are different? ”

At the beginning, missionaries from all over the world came to Cyprus for the first time, in order to develop the congregation, it was called a warm-hearted.

Help the old and the young, send food and clothing, solve the difficulties of the local people's lives, and ask for warmth and care.

However, the Mongols live in pursuit of water and grass, and their belief in Lamaism is deep-rooted.

No matter how hard they tried, it didn't work out.

Then these missionaries began to come hard with the dagger of poor men. By virtue of their privileges, they forcibly bought and seized the land of farmers and herdsmen, established missionary bridgeheads, and expanded their dioceses.

Over the years, they have either forcibly bought or forcibly occupied land to establish dioceses, totaling more than 80,000 hectares of land.

Zhao Chuanxin's tone was calm, and he was kind and persuasive.

However, these people shouted: "That's a foreigner, Lama Xuanchun is compassionate, he is different." ”

"That's it, less nonsense, release people quickly."

Those Belgian missionaries were supposed to stay out of the crowd and watch the excitement, but they didn't expect to set themselves on fire, and they also started to shout.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you slander us."

"We're spreading love, you know?"

Zhao Chuanxin, Bayar, and Aoki Xuanchun seemed to have fallen into a pot of boiling water.

Since Zhao Chuanxin did not keep his promises, Aoki Xuanchun gloated quietly when he saw this: "You have provoked the anger of the public, see how you end." ”

Then he raised a single palm on the ground and shouted loudly to the crowd: "Red and white rice and rice, this person is full of evil, I'm afraid I won't be able to listen to your advice." Today I will go to hell, hoping to influence this wicked person, you go quickly, don't be implicated. ”

Aoki Genharu's hypocrisy has been practiced for many years, and his acting skills have been perfected.

He didn't say that it was okay, but when he said that the people were frying.

"Don't talk nonsense with him, let's go side by side."

"Hurry up and save Lama Xuanchun."

Seeing that the powder keg was about to be ignited, Bayar's forehead was so worried that he wanted to speak.

Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not afraid, he sneered: "If it weren't for my young and good health, I would have to let you die of laughter." You're awesome, aren't you? You're merciful, aren't you? ”

He pulled out the Miao knife and cut off the single palm erected by Aoki Xuanchun with one sword.

"Ah......h

A lot of pain is not controlled by people's will, and the pain has to be screamed, and no matter how strong a person is, he can't stand it.

The people were taken aback by Zhao Chuanxin's ferocity, and their surging steps forward.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at Aoki Xuanchun: "Come, if you beg me, I'll stop, otherwise your hands and feet will be cut off for you." ”

Aoki Xuanchun's lips trembled, and when he saw that Zhao Chuanxin was fearless in the face of the angry people, he was a little cowardly: "Also, please show mercy to your subordinates......"

People: "......"

Didn't you say to hell?

Zhao Chuanxin raised and fell with his hand, and landed with another hand.

"Ah......" Aoki Genharu screamed, "I've begged for mercy." ”

"Hehe, who told you to instigate the people? Charge some interest first. ”

There was a herdsman with a bow and arrows.

"Whoosh......"

Zhao Chuanxin was on the side of his body, and the Miao knife in his hand was checked, and the arrow turned around and shot at Aoki Xuanchun's shoulder.

"Ah......h

The archery herdsman was dumbfounded.

He did not believe in evil and shot another arrow.

Zhao Chuanxin turned sideways again and pulled with a knife.

"Ah......h

Aoki Genharu screamed again.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth at Aoki Xuanchun and stabbed him down.

"Ah......" Aoki Genharu shouted, "It's not me who shoots the arrow, how can I still be injured?" ”

"Who told them to stand up for you?"

Genharu Aoki: "......"

A common man carrying a scimitar rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin raised the knife, the tip of the knife provoked a trace of dust, and the latter came first, piercing into the person's eye socket.

Poof......

The man was still holding the sword, and his head fell down.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back and stabbed Aoki Xuanchun in the other thigh.

"Ah......h

drew the knife, and the tip of the knife picked at everyone: "Who else?" ”

Aoki Genharu shouted at the people: "Don't come, don't come, I'm the one who was injured, let him give me a good time......"

Zhao Chuanxin didn't look back, reversed the blade, and thrust back.

Burst......

Aoki Genharu twitched a few times, and finally settled the account, no longer noisy.

Zhao Chuanxin walked out with a knife, ready to leave.

"You can't go!"

"Let's kill this murderer!"

Zhao Chuanxin did not intend to reveal his identity, so many means could not be used.

He carried a Miao knife, his body was short, he swayed left and right, and dodged the three arrows that came at him.

With the knife, a herdsman's scimitar was picked off, and the tip of the Miao knife stabbed into his jaw, fast, steady and accurate.

Bayar, who was behind, found that Zhao Chuanxin really would not show mercy at all.

It doesn't matter if it's the Japanese or the people on the grassland, whoever gets in the way will be killed.

Zhao Chuanxin's figure slammed forward, rushing into the crowd, the Miao knife slashed left and right, and it was fast into a ball, but the strength of each knife was so great that it could knock the opponent's weapon away.

A big gun stabbed him, Zhao Chuanxin shrank his stomach and dodged, grabbed the gun with his left hand and grabbed it.

The forearm was retracted, and the tail of the big gun hit the opponent's abdomen, and the man immediately bowed into a shrimp, feeling that his liver and intestines were broken.

Zhao Chuanxin turned the head of the gun and picked it up, and the tip of the gun pierced into the opponent's head.

He threw the gun on the ground, and the barrel of the gun formed a triangle with the standing corpse of the opposing party and the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin used the barrel of the gun as a step, walked with cat steps, and finally stepped on the head of the corpse that had not yet fallen and took it into the air.

The left foot kicked the bow in the hand of the person behind him, and the right foot volleyed, the man's head was tilted, the spine made a "gaba" sound, and the mouth and nose were bleeding and fell to the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin turned in the air and turned the knife around him. When he landed, he happened to cut off another person.

For a while, it was bloody and rainy, and it was splashed everywhere.

The people slammed and retreated.

Zhao Chuanxin pressed a person's head and forced him to kneel on the ground.

Miao Dao rubbed against the other party, wiped away the sticky blood, and then raised his knees.

Rumble......

He had a hard berserk armor on his knees, and the knee slammed his opponent's head out of shape.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the crowd who were so frightened that they didn't dare to step forward, and said coldly: "A group of fools, fools who were sold and helped to count the money." Blanching Nyima, is there anyone stopping me? ”

Not only did no one dare to step forward again, but it was like the tide receding again.

This showed the Belgian missionaries who were watching the bustle, gloating and smiling happily.

These people are killing each other, they are all infidels abandoned by God, and they deserve it.

Zhao Chuanxin turned his head and looked at them: "Zhuo Nyima, what are you looking at?" What are you laughing at? ”

Belgian missionaries caught off guard: "......"

Zhao Chuanxin walked towards them.

They panicked straight away.

One of them, in a panic, touched the holster on his waist, took it out tremblingly, the gun was shaken off, and he hurried to pick it up.

It's really scary.

Finally caught the revolver, this MAS1873 revolver is double-moving, he was about to pull the trigger with difficulty, Zhao Chuanxin had already come to the front.

The hand was about to become an afterimage, and he snatched it over, and Zhao Chuanxin took a look: "What a few things." ”

After saying that, the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the man's head, and the trigger was pulled very easily.

Bang!

The Belgian missionaries fell on their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin's finger was extremely strong, and he pulled the trigger again and again.

The double-action MAS1873 wheel, which was originally extremely slow, was deducted by him with a single-action effect.

Bang bang bang......

One shot at a time, all headshots.

The rest of the Belgian missionaries were frightened and ran away.

Zhao Chuanxin caught up with the last person, and the empty gun in his hand hit the opponent's head again and again, smashing the flesh and blood blurred.

"Paralyzed, let you gloat!"

Woke up late

(End of chapter)