Putilov braggathed and was arrogant in order to make George Lynch famous in the newspapers.

If he had known what George Lynch had written, he would have vomited blood.

Because of the detours, the Russians marched slowly, and at nightfall, they came to the position of the Che Heza ambushing the Cossack cavalry.

You can only stay in place and rest.

They rested, and so did Zhao Chuanxin.

He sits on the floor, without a fire, and the old god crucible brand heats the pan to fry the steak.

Fry brown on all sides, chop and continue frying.

He didn't want to eat anything raw.

While he was eating, he heard the sound of horses' hooves rumbling.

It was a Cossack cavalry patrol.

They were also worried that Zhao Chuanxin would sneak attack at night.

Zhao Chuanxin disappeared into the darkness and continued to eat unmoved.

"Do you smell the smell of meat?"

"Maybe you're too hungry, I don't smell it."

Several horsemen hurried back.

Zhao Chuanxin is a bold artist, and he can still eat so close to him.

Change other people's hearts are mentioned in the throat.

He erected a wall and a cigarette after a meal.

At this time, on the Hulun-Bell grassland, there are mostly west and northwest winds on sunny days, and east or southeast winds in rainy and snowy weather.

When the wind was surging, Zhao Chuanxin knew that it was going to rain.

The surrounding area was sandy, but the sand layer was shallow, and he opened the Old Gods Codex and transported a pile of sand.

The base was built first, which was extended into a canopy in the shape of a "匚" character.

Just after the rain fell, the slanting wind and drizzle did not have to return.

Zhao Chuanxin only sheltered from the rain and did not shelter from the wind, and the Russian military department was even more miserable, so he could only get into the forest next to the Hailar River, and lit a fire to forcibly disperse water vapor and keep warm, and the rain could not be heavy, otherwise the fire would be extinguished.

Zhao Chuanxin lay on the stone slab, stretched out his hand to try the raindrops, and then shrank back.

He suddenly remembered that Shengfu said that Song Xiaolian asked them to go out to capture wild boars and pheasants to pay tribute, and the number of wild boars was 10 and the number of pheasants was 30.

I've heard it before, and I'm repeating it again.

The bannermen outside the gate, even the Saurons, are the most worried about hunting pigs every year.

In the woods and grasslands, you can hunt anything, but wild boars, tigers and bears are the most difficult to hunt, even the smaller ones are very difficult to hunt.

If you don't do it, you will be killed by these three fierce beasts.

Sometimes a sharp arrow really can't penetrate the hard shell of a wild boar sticky with pine resin.

But the Manchu aristocracy liked to eat these things and had to pay tribute every year.

At first, Zhao Chuanxin didn't think about it, but later learned that they regarded these as major priorities.

Suddenly, a bad taste arose in his heart.

At this time, the rain turned to sleet, the sound became quieter, and the air became colder.

Zhao Chuanxin got up, buckled his helmet, and ran to the vicinity of the forest by the Hailar River in the dark.

Others can't see far at night, but he can see at night.

The cannon in the forest did not work well, so he took out the water beads, quietly approached, and hid behind a tree to aim.

Bang.

An officer who had occupied the closest position to the fire was knocked down.

"Enemy attack, enemy attack ......"

Maozi yelled.

Bang.

Another officer fell.

This time, the gunshots came from another location.

The crowd scrambled to get up and occupy nearby bunkers.

Several people fought for the snatching of a small tree that could not hold a person's body.

Because most of the trees here are low.

Zhao Chuanxin, who changed positions again, shook his head when he saw it.

Bang.

Pour another one.

Think you can't hit it if you hide?

He was not afraid to wade into the water, and the ethereal traveler continued to shoot after grazing the water.

Bang.

Bang.

When the bullet is gone, take out the bullet bridge and press it into the chamber to continue shooting.

One shot does not squeak.

In order to see the surroundings clearly and find the enemy's hiding place, some people picked up the firewood petals from the campfire and threw them around.

Fortunately, the rain and snow did not stop, and the dead grass did not ignite.

However there is no use for eggs.

Bang!

Putilov immediately gathered his troops and searched in a group of a dozen centurians from both sides in a daytime method.

The gunfire stopped, and they returned in vain.

Leonid said: "Major General, we can't stay in the woods, let's go out in the dark, anyway, the rain has stopped, and it is better to be poured in the rain than to be beaten to death by Zhao Chuanxin." ”

At least the outside has a good view.

Putilov nodded in agreement with a dark face, and asked people to dismantle their military tents, anyway, they couldn't be cold to him.

They moved more than a mile south out of the forest, rested around a sand dune, and sent several patrols to guard the perimeter in all directions.

Tata Tata ......

Makqin's voice rang out.

At night, a dazzling tongue of fire could be seen exploding from the west, and the patrol let out a burst of screams.

The tongue of fire revealed the enemy's position, and Putilov was fierce in his heart, and shouted: "You have seen it all, and I will be beaten to death." ”

Suddenly there was a loud burst of gunfire, and the Russian side had rifles and machine guns firing together.

The flame of the muzzle can even light up the darkness of the night.

It looks like you're fighting on both sides, and I'm hitting mine.

But if you look at it from above, you will find that the tongue of fire on one side is swaying from side to side, and the light point of the other side quickly disappears inward from the periphery, because the Russian soldiers were hit and fell to the ground.

After draining the canvas bullet chain, Zhao Chuanxin's firepower paused for a moment, and then raised the muzzle slightly and continued to fire.

He has three layers of protection, a rock bunker on the outside and another at the back, and Maxim himself has a bulletproof shield to prevent fish from slipping through the net and jumping into the window.

This time, Zhao Chuanxin hung a canvas bullet chain of more than 6 meters long with 333 rounds.

Tata Tata ......

Leonid sensed that something was wrong, found Putilov and said: "Major General, the other side seems to have not moved, but the fire has not stopped. It's obvious that it's a reload chain just now, which means that someone is operating. ”

He said it very weirdly, what does it mean that someone is operating?

But Putilov didn't find it inappropriate.

Anything is possible against Zhao Chuanxin.

He asked, "Is there a bunker over there?" ”

"As far as I know, not."

Putilov clenched his fists, it would be nice if there were cannons at this time, where would Zhao Chuanxin dare to be so arrogant?

"Retreat, all behind the dunes."

If you don't withdraw, you can't do it, I don't know why Zhao Chuanxin is not afraid of them gathering fire, but everyone is equal under the gun of Makqin, and they can't hold on.

Soon the gunfire stopped.

Zhao Chuanxin finished the 333-round chain, and the other party also ceased fire.

Such a fierce shootout, lions, tigers, brown bears, wolves, wild boars...... No matter what beast you are, you have to hide from it.

In the night, apart from the wailing of the wounded, all that remained was the rustle of sleet.

Zhao Chuanxin knocked down the stone wall, took three minutes to go around five kilometers behind them, took out the sand and erected the base and stone wall, erected the Makqin, and continued the elastic chain.

The other party couldn't see him, but he could see the Russian soldiers hiding behind the sand dunes five hundred meters away.

Tata Tata ......

Putilov was really scared this time.

First, now the position where Zhao Chuanxin fired was nearly four miles away from the place where he had just fired was nearly four miles away, and the gun rang out behind them in a maximum of six minutes, so Zhao Chuanxin flew over?

Second, this time he was also behind the sand dunes, and he was also exposed to Zhao Chuanxin's gun.

Even a guard near him was killed by a home-produced 7.62mm caliber machine gun bullet just now, which happened right under his nose.

Even he, the commander, is afraid, let alone an ordinary soldier.

The Russian troops were scattered.

After leaving behind dozens of corpses, Putilov fled in confusion under the protection of his guards.

He returned to the woods by the Hailar River.

Leonid turned around, and when he saw the flames, he said: "Major General, I don't think it's safe here, let's cross the river." ”

River?

The Hailar River is not deep, and the water flow is not turbulent in early winter, and it is estimated to be one meter or even shallower.

Putyrov hesitated, and Leonid had already jumped into the river.

"Blanching ......"

Before crossing the river, Putilov did not forget to greet the remnants of the defeated army: "Cross the river." ”

As soon as he stepped into the water, he couldn't help but shiver, and looked back: "Lynch, why don't you cross the river?" ”

George Lynch shook his head like a rattle: "I'm staying here, I don't think Zhao Chuanxin should hurt reporters." ”

"Sukabule!"

Putilov left him alone and waded to the other side.

The Russian soldiers not only fled to this side, but in addition to the direction where Zhao Chuanxin was located, there were all in the south, west, and north.

After killing as much as possible, Zhao Chuanxin put away Makqin, looked around, and finally ran towards the Hailar River.

In the woods he saw a foreigner.

Looking at the clothes, this man does not seem to be a soldier.

"If you have a weapon, hand it over yourself, don't feel uncomfortable."

Zhao Chuanxin took out Madsen and said coldly.

George Lynch raised his hands: "I'm not a soldier, I'm a journalist, George Lynch, a reporter for The Times." ”

Zhao Chuanxin was slightly surprised, stopped looking at him, and carried the imitation Madsen towards the soldiers crossing the river.

Tata Tata ......

George Lynch had previously observed the war from the perspective of the beaten side, but he was fortunate enough to observe it from the perspective of the attacker again.

Zhao Chuanxin is tall, burly, and his helmet is a little scary.

The tongue of fire in his hand rushed out twenty centimeters, ruthlessly harvesting life.

He saw that Zhao Chuanxin was too calm, as if this kind of intense war was as worthless as eating and drinking.

Emptying the magazine, Zhao Chuanxin took out the new one, broke it off with the old one, and inserted it by the way, and the old one was recycled into the space before it landed.

It has long been impossible to be proficient.

Zhao Chuanxin is not a genius, but he has been on the battlefield for a long time, and various environmental combat skills are deeply rooted in the bone marrow, and the efficiency is so high that various actions are used without thinking, as if they are an instinct engraved in the genes.

Putilov knew how to water, and he was halfway through when he heard gunfire behind him, and a thummer plunged into the water and swam downstream.

Leonid was not so lucky, he was shot in the lungs and had difficulty breathing, fell into the water and choked on a few mouthfuls of water, and sank to the bottom, like Putilov......

Zhao Chuanxin put away the imitation Madsen, threw out the flying fish backbone whip and stepped on the ethereal traveler into the water.

The flying fish spine whip was bent into a scimitar more than three meters long, and it was driven by Zhao Chuanxin's high speed to cut through flesh and blood.

One back and forth to the Hailar River is red.

"Surrender ......"

Someone shouted in Chinese.

Only then did Zhao Chuanxin stop killing, returned to the shore, and pronounced with his vocal organs: "Those who surrender go ashore, there is a translator who understands Chinese, and they will not be killed!" ”

Some people take a chance and swim to the other side.

Zhao Chuanxin took water and shot continuously.

Bang.

"You swam to the wrong shore, pay attention in the next life."

George Lynch next to him: "......"

At the moment, he felt that compared to Zhao Chuanxin, Putilov was stupid and stupid, like a piece of.

Even at this time, he did not forget to make a record, and by the light of the fire, which he didn't know where, he quickly recorded: I am finally sure that the enemy of Tsarist Russia is only Zhao Chuanxin himself. Poor Putilov's life and death are unknown, but Zhao Chuanxin lives up to the name of the butcher of the Far East, and tonight I saw a military miracle - how one man can defeat a division.

When the Russian soldiers in the river came ashore one after another, Zhao Chuanxin stepped forward and kicked him: "Blanching Nyima, still don't put down your arms?" ”

The man had no temper when he was kicked, although he didn't understand, but he probably understood what Zhao Chuanxin wanted to express, and quickly threw away the gun, the dagger at his waist, and even untied the kettle.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around: "Go out." ”

George Lynch followed him out of the woods.

Zhao Chuanxin put the equipment on the ground into the space.

The sophisticated equipment that had just been shipped from Tsarist Russia had already been stolen by Zhao Chuanxin, and the guns they were holding at this time were all old guns.

Out of the forest, Zhao Chuanxin took out his war bow and shot an arrow into the sky.

A sharp whistle pierced the dark sky.

Reporter George Lynch wondered why, could this be a way to celebrate after Zhao's victory?

However, after a while he understood.

In the distance, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard, getting louder and louder.

Gradually, a group of horsemen in cotton coats appeared in the night, with a gray axe medallion sewn on their arms.

The fierceness on the faces of these people is no weaker than that of the Russian soldiers.

The people who led the team were none other than Che and Za.

It turned out that he did not flee far, but wandered around.

Zhao Chuanxin had already made an appointment with him, and once he shot the arrow, it would mean summoning them to come.

So there were guns and cannons in front, and the car and the zag never appeared.

"Lord Prefect."

Che and Za hug fists.

He's been completely convinced.

Inferred from the sound of gunfire, Zhao Chuanxin fought with the Russian soldiers for a whole day.

The result?

Hundreds of people were captured.

"Escort them to the Erut Ministry, General Manager Zhang naturally understands what to do."

Che and Za scratched their heads: "It's snowing and you still build roads?" ”

It is really difficult to construct after the ground is frozen hard.

"If they can work in the Siberian winter, can't they work in our Hailar?" Zhao Chuanxin took off his helmet, lit a cigarette and said lightly.

Are grey animals crying in vain?

George Lynch finally saw the true face of Zhao Chuanxin.

This is a handsome Oriental man.

What surprised him was Zhao Chuanxin's youth.

Even though he had a full beard, he still carefully saw that there was no wrinkle on Zhao Chuanxin's face.

His hair was as thick as his beard, but it was a little messy.

This Chinese is different from anyone else he has ever met.

From Zhao Chuanxin, George Lynch can't see the temperament called "cowering".

Che and Za led the order, led people to escort the captives away, and left a few horses for Zhao Chuanxin to drive the message.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at George Lynch: "What's the matter, you're not leaving?" ”

"I ......"

George Lynch was a little confused.

If he didn't go to the village or the store, he would either leave with Che and Za, or follow Zhao Chuanxin.

"You say you're a Times reporter? The British devil is bold. ”

"Forehead...... "was scolded, and George Lynch didn't dare to show the slightest anger." Yes, I'm a journalist who writes about war. ”

Zhao Chuanxin's eyes rolled: "It's very good." You can report the war here, right? Can the whole world see it, right? ”

"Yes, sir, I have the ability." George Lynch was not small, he asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Mr. Zhao, can you let me see more?" Better let me take a picture for you, my equipment is in Hailar. ”

"Don't think about the photos." Zhao Chuanxin directly refused: "But I can show you something." ”

War is a means, not an end.

The purpose is money, it is land.

This reporter took the initiative to send it to the door, and it was not in vain.

"Leave two people to escort him to Yubin Mansion, and the rest of them go to Chenba Erhu to wait."

"Yes, Prefect."

George Lynch asked, "Mr. Zhao, where are you going?" ”

"Sleep."

“……”

Zhao Chuanxin really went to sleep.

He returned to his mountainside hut on the Ergun River and slept on his head.

It was a tiring day.

But at around three o'clock in the morning, he was awakened by the sound of gunshots.

He went out, got up a tree and looked into the distance, and heard a gunshot and the roar of Ula Ula.

Not at ease, he crossed the Ergun River to look and found that several Russian soldiers were hunting on the other side of the river.

It was supposed to be a force that came to Manchuria from elsewhere.

Zhao Chuanxin looked back and felt that the mountainside hut was not so safe, and he had to find another place.

There happened to be a pheasant who got up early, maybe because of the cold, his limbs were a little stiff, and as soon as he flew up the tree, he let Zhao Chuanxin shoot it down with an arrow.

He couldn't sleep after this toss, so he went back and cut some cabbage and mixed it with a small pickle.

Marinate the pheasant meat with soy sauce and oil, soak the dried mushrooms in water and cut them into cubes, cut the pumpkin into fine cubes, put these in the pot and stir-fry for a while, add the rice and water to cook the porridge.

With cabbage and pickles, Zhao Chuanxin made four bowls of pheasant porridge in a row, and the bowls were two large bowls.

After eating and drinking, he hurried towards the Hama Mansion.

The sun hasn't risen yet.

When I arrived at Yubin Mansion, I saw Yao Bing and Rebecca Levi standing in the courtyard practicing balancing.

"Master!"

"Finish the practice first, don't get angry."

The morning light was faint, and Yao Jia and others got up one after another.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the molten silica glass pot, a pot full of porridge was steaming, and he was ashamed to say: "Come on, I got up early in the morning to cook porridge for the pheasants you caught, and it is rotten." ”

If someone hadn't woken him up, he would have slept until dawn.

There's nothing better than waking up early in the morning with a hot meal.

"The prefect is wise."

"The prefect is really diligent and loves the people."

"The prefect is famous for his subordinates to be sympathetic to ......his subordinates."

Rainbow farts blow hard.

The porridge is snoring and drinking, and the cabbage is crunching and chewing.

Listening to these voices, Zhao Chuanxin felt that he had the desire to eat again.

Just as he was about to take the bowl and hug another bowl, a Ba-Erhu man hurriedly came in: "Lord Prefect, the Russian army in Manchuria is gathering. ”

Zhao Chuanxin put down the two big bowls stupidly: "Paralyzed, the dog day will not come sooner or later." ”

Yao Jia saw that Zhao Chuanxin didn't serve porridge, so he hurriedly pulled the last bit of foundation into his bowl.

Zhao Chuanxin put on his clothes and went out.

Yao Bing ran out: "Master, I also want to fight." ”

Zhao Chuanxin wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, he said, "Okay, it's okay to take you to see it for the teacher." ”

Rebecca Levi was taken aback: "No, it's too dangerous." ”

Zhao Chuanxin didn't strangle her at all.

How old are you, who are Lao Tzu's disciples?

Seeing Zhao Chuanxin carrying Yao Bing out, Rebecca Levi said to Yao Jia: "You persuade you?" ”

Yao Jia pinched her teeth: "What persuasion?" Where there is a prefect, I lose a hair in the bean bag. ”

The barracks are about 2 kilometers northeast of the West Bridge, and the distance between the barracks and the Russian barracks is about 4 kilometers in a straight line from the Russian barracks.

This distance is not far away, but it is not close.

The M1904 gun has a maximum firing range of 4200 meters.

Theoretically, it has been able to hit the Yubin Mansion.

But that's just a theoretical value.

And now there are no more artillery in Manchuria.

Zhao Chuanxin took Yao Bing to the West Bridge.

Hu Da and Hu Er placed three Makqin here and arranged for manpower to be armed.

Zhao Chuanxin put on mud trowel gloves and built a pedestal in a relatively safe position, with a passage in the thick stone wall in front of him, and mercury mirrors installed at the two corners of the passage.

It's a simple periscope refraction principle.

Zhao Chuanxin put Yao Bing on the platform: "Look at it, can you see the front clearly?" ”

Yao Bing glanced at it: "Ah! ”

How can you see the outside?

It's amazing!

Zhao Chuanxin hit the periscope of the deflection angle respectively, so that he could change the angle and overview the overall situation.

Rebecca Levi came on horseback, and she was really worried about Yao Bing's safety.

"It's just right, you're here with him to watch."

Rebecca Levi was worried that Zhao Chuanxin would reprimand him, so she said, "I have placed important documents in place." ”

"Originally, I thought they would attack early, but now that I'm here, I'll be fine." Zhao Chuanxin held a cigarette in his mouth.

Putilov had thought that they would be able to arrive today and fight the Russian troops in Manchuria.

It's just that he didn't expect to be ambushed by Zhao Chuanxin alone halfway and disperse the troops.

Hu Da ran over: "Lord Prefect, Mikhail, the Russian army lieutenant colonel in Manchuria is ready to attack." ”

The Yubin Mansion knew that they were attacking, and they also knew that the Yubin Mansion had set up a defensive line here, and the spies on both sides had already found out the details of each other.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Rebecca Levy: "You two are hidden, just look here, a wall of this thickness, unless armor-piercing shells, artillery can't penetrate it." ”

Yao Bing shouted excitedly: "Master, fight the Russians, fight the Russians......"

"Haha......" Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "Look at how Master cleans them up." ”

Just as he was about to leave, Hu Er came again: "Lord Prefect, there is a British journalist named George Lynch, and he said that you promised to let him watch the battle. ”

Zhao Chuanxin was slightly stunned, this old boy can arrive at this time, I'm afraid it's not a horse that has been running all night?

(End of chapter)