Chapter 892 General Fubo

Xingyue said to Zhao Chuanxin: Don't use your gun. Facing the Desert Emperor, you must overcome the fear of long-range attack methods. The war is about to begin, so why not start practicing today.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that more than one person present had a gun in his hand.

He took a deep breath and threw away the gun.

Seeing how confident he was, Nishizawa Yoshiji winked at his subordinate samurai.

The brain circuits of little devils are different. Sometimes they are really not afraid of death.

Several warriors shouted strangely and attacked Zhao Chuanxin with their swords.

On the periphery, local fishermen watched the battle, saying to themselves that these people are like dogs and dogs, and they are all Japanese.

Even they regarded Zhao Chuanxin as a Japanese, which shows that Nishizawa Yoshiji and others are also convinced.

Zhao Chuanxin stood there, motionless.

When the first Japanese samurai came close, he took half a step back.

Retreat and attack, scoff...

The carotid artery was cut, and a spurt of blood spurted out from its side.

Zhao Chuanxin's move was not necessarily very clever.

But an ordinary blow is as fast as lightning, making it inevitable for people to avoid it.

In this world, there is no second Xingyue who can assist in practicing fighting, and no one can make progress faster than Zhao Chuanxin.

The second person attacked, Zhao Chuanxin cut the wrist in reverse, and wiped the right cloud.

laugh……

There were several Japanese outside who were aiming their guns, but they did not dare to shoot at will in the melee for fear of accidentally injuring their own side.

Zhao Chuanxin's footsteps did not move much, just blocking his body and preventing the opponent from shooting.

clang……

He raised his sword in a lunge to block the long sword extending from the right front.

Exploring the sea and slaying dragons, scoff...

Kick the left leg to the side, bang...

One person flew upside down, his ribs were dented, and he fell to the ground with blood coming from his mouth and nose.

Breaking through and forcing him to retreat, he pointed the knife at the top of his head and scoffed...

Nishizawa Yoshiji looked at his men, who were stabbed, hacked, and cut down in an instant like melons and vegetables.

His heartbeat was beating like a drum, and his blood pressure was soaring to the sky.

There is an allusion called "The cook can solve the problem of cattle with ease", and he feels that this is almost what he sees now.

"Shoot, shoot..."

He no longer cared about his own life and death, and the scene was truly shocking.

Zhao Chuanxin shook the tip of his knife and motioned for the others to join him: "Be careful, the next move is to chop the cassock with a vertical character."

"..."

The other party had already seen how powerful the enemy was. Hearing this, he was worried that the other party was playing tricks, but also worried that the enemy would actually do it, so he became a little confused.

Therefore, when Zhao Chuanxin struck with a vertical stroke, the opponent's sword was blocked diagonally.

But seeing that the sword was low, the Japanese samurai's sword was suppressed by Izumi Mamoru Kanesada with overwhelming force, scoff...

His shoulders and head were all shaved off.

"ah……"

Indeed, Zhao Chuanxin followed his words and followed his instructions. If he said a vertical character, he would make a vertical character, and there was no trick to make a horizontal character.

Then he lowered his cassock, and the second person lowered his sword to resist.

Still unstoppable.

Tsk...the thigh was cut off in half.

I blanch...

The people behind were shocked.

Even if you tell them what moves to make, you can't resist them even if you prepare in advance. What's the point?

So he could only rely on his merits to defend himself, trying to force Zhao Chuanxin to resist.

So the two of them came from the left and right respectively, one with a sword and slashed horizontally, and the other with great strength wanted to use his left cassock to hit Zhao Chuanxin hard.

Zhao Chuanxin deflected Xiaoxia Gou with one hand, and took advantage of the big wheel to block the other side.

The two of them failed to knock him out of his stupor, but Zhao Chuanxin's single-hand knife shocked his wrists to the point of pain.

Zhuo is simply not a power that humans can possess.

Zhao Chuanxin turned sideways and took advantage of the situation to slash horizontally.

laugh……

Defense is impossible.

Just as he was about to deal with the next one, the other person suddenly raised his hand.

A piece of lime was scattered.

"Huh……"

Although the change came suddenly, Zhao Chuanxin did not panic at all, and a wave rolled up on the seashore.

It was originally a small wave, but now it suddenly rose up, the water curtain turned over, and all the lime was trapped.

The other party was dumbfounded.

"This... God-sustained person?"

What a coincidence.

Although it is a bit strange, it is not incomprehensible.

Just waiting for the water curtain to fall, the blade suddenly arrived.

"Forehead……"

The samurai lowered his head and watched Izumi Mamoru Kanesada passing through his chest.

Xingyue reminds: Someone is going to shoot you at eleven o'clock.

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin held the body with his left hand and lifted it up. A bullet hit the body and burst into blood.

He pushed the body forward.

Bang bang...

Sometimes Zhao Chuanxin suspected that Xingyue asked him to dodge the bullet not because the other party reacted the moment he fired, but because it was within the detection range. Whenever someone wants to kill someone, the hormone signal secreted by the body will be detected by it.

This was several steps ahead of time, so no mistakes were ever made.

Zhao Chuanxin advanced seven steps, but he could not catch up with these short Japanese for more than ten steps, and he was close in the blink of an eye.

He pushed the body away, and a Japanese samurai was busy pulling the bolt. After all, he was not a regular soldier, and his movements were neither standardized nor skillful.

Just after pulling the bolt, he aimed it at Zhao Chuanxin.

boom.

Before the gunshot, Zhao Chuanxin's upper body twisted flexibly.

laugh……

The great head rises to the sky.

Nishizawa Yoshiji was stunned: "You can actually dodge bullets?"

With trembling hands, he took off the revolver from the holster. This was not the Meiji Type 26, but a Mosin Nagant that had been purchased at a large price.

When he hurriedly raised his gun, Zhao Chuanxin had already entered the crowd.

Stab straight into the spot, once, twice, three times, the knife almost turned into an afterimage, and three people were blinded in an instant.

After a brutal collision, the two of them were violently knocked away by him.

boom.

Finally, Nishizawa Yoshiji took the initiative and fired a shot, but the shot went wrong and killed one of his men.

Trembling, he cocked the hammer.

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin moved to avoid with butterfly steps.

Nishizawa Yoshiji was even more panicked when he saw it, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

It's like the feeling a rookie goalie feels when a football is shot at.

Because he had just accidentally killed one of his men, and the others retreated frantically.

There is a tiger in front and a "wolf" in the back. Why don't they run away?

Nishizawa Yoshiji was left to face Zhao Chuanxin alone.

Every time he cocked the hammer, he lowered the muzzle of the gun.

Many people use spinners like this.

As soon as the muzzle of the gun was lowered, his wrist was stabbed horizontally by Izumi Mamoru Kanesada.

"ah……"

Nishizawa Yoshiji held his right hand in his left hand, with a knife stuck in his right wrist. He opened his mouth wide and his tongue trembled wildly, looking very ridiculous.

Zhao Chuanxin let go and asked him to hold the knife and catch the falling Mosin Nagant Wheel.

Bang bang.

Two shots shattered Nishizawa Yoshiji's knees.

"Ahhhh..."

Nishizawa Yoshiji knelt down and screamed hysterically.

The revolver spun twice between Zhao Chuanxin's fingers, and he casually inserted it into his back, standing condescendingly in front of Nishizawa Yoshiji.

"I, the Gale Swordsman Odebiao, hate bullying the weak the most in my life. When I was in Nagoya, I heard that you were burning, killing and looting everywhere, so I came across the sea to maintain justice and fairness."

Some fishermen who could understand Japanese were surprised: This man actually came to make decisions for them.

Suddenly someone had the courage to say in broken Japanese: "This brave man, they not only killed people, they also dug our graves, knocked down our temples, and demolished the fish merchants and fishing boats that came to buy our seafood, and they were still on our land. The Japanese flag was planted on the ground, they deserve death.”

"Oh?" Zhao Chuanxin stood with his hands behind his back: "In that case, we will retaliate. He digs your grave, and I dig his patella."

After saying that, Zhao Chuanxin pulled out the Izumi Mamoru Kanesada from Nishizawa Yoshiji's wrist.

Xingyue gave a diagram of the human body structure, and Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife like flying, and dug out the two patellas of Nishizawa Yoshiji in a few swipes.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin held a knife and slapped Nishizawa Yoshiji on the cheek hard, both front and back, until his face was swollen: "Don't faint from the pain."

These two blows did make Nishizawa Yoshiji wake up a little, but it also hurt so much that he bit the tip of his tongue and spurted out a mouthful of blood mixed with meat.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Since you pushed someone into the temple, I will infer that your ribs are healed. But you can't puncture your internal organs. It's really a technical job."

Zhao Chuanxin pressed the thenar part of his palm against Nishizawa Yoshiji's ribs, and pressed it down violently.

Click.

Click.

One after another, the more you press, the more skillful you become. Xingyue gave a hint, different strength should be used for different ribs, because they have different degrees of strength. If you press hard, it is easy to pierce the internal organs inward. It must be just right, so that only the bones are broken, but the bones are not broken. open.

24 ribs of Bashan were broken by Zhao Chuanxin.

Nishizawa Yoshiji let out a scream that was not unique to humans.

Outside, the warriors who fled but did not get far could see and hear their hair standing on end.

Compared to this person, they are really not cruel.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "If you demolish other people's fishing boats, I will demolish your joints."

As he spoke, he twisted Nishizawa Yoshiji's arm and bent it behind his back.

A forced "Gaba".

"Ouch..."

Gaba.

"Ouch..."

His shoulder blades and elbows were all broken by him.

Finally, Zhao Chuanxin walked to the plastered flag, cut off the flagpole with a knife, cut off the head of the flag, and cut out the stubble: "You like to plant flags so much, today I must give these plastered... um, flags, to You’re full of them.”

Nishizawa Yoshiji always held his breath: "No, I won't dare anymore. I promise, I will return to Japan. I will go to Nagoya in person to apologize. Your Excellency, please forgive me..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned a deaf ear, raised his leg and pushed him to the ground with the sole of his shoe, and thrust hard into the gap under his ribs and waist.

"Ouch..."

A flag was planted in Nishizawa Yoshiji's flesh and blood.

Zhao Chuanxin cut another one and inserted it on the other side.

"Ouch... spare me, kill me..."

Nishizawa Yoshiji no longer wants to live, but wants to die quickly.

"No need to worry, there is one more." Zhao Chuanxin happily turned back and hit the center of Nishizawa Yoshiji this time.

The onlookers outside watched with their legs crossed.

Nishizawa Yoshiji rolled his eyes and finally stopped, it hurt so much.

Zhao Chuanxin straightened up, stretched, and then turned to face the men of Nishizawa Yoshiji who had escaped but not far away.

After all, the island is small, so where can they hide?

Zhao Chuanxin dodged to avoid the excrement dropped by a seagull, pulled out the Mosin Nagant from his waist and raised his hand to shoot.

boom.

Seagulls slump, feathers ruffled.

This bird is fucking annoying.

But in the eyes of others, it seems magical.

Because whether he was killing people or shooting birds, he never raised his head, so how could he see clearly?

Zhao Chuanxin lowered his bamboo hat again, took out his cigarette and lit it.

During this period, the frequency of smoking was very low and I almost quit, but every time I puffed up, I felt extremely happy.

Holding a cigarette in one hand and holding a knife in the other, he raised his fingers at everyone: "Come here within ten breaths, and any offenders will be killed without mercy."

One breath, no one moves.

Two breaths later, the crowd was in commotion.

Three breaths later, someone dropped the knife.

After four breaths, people started running this way.

Someone takes the lead, and the rest follow.

No one stayed put.

If they want to escape from the island, they have only two ways, either to kill Zhao Chuanxin, or to board the Shikoku Maru in the sea behind Zhao Chuanxin.

No matter what, we must pass the test of Zhao Chuanxin.

But Zhao Chuanxin had already given them an unrivaled impression, and they couldn't even think of resisting.

One by one, they stood in a circle with fear. Zhao Chuanxin rotated his index finger on the ground against the knife ring, took a long puff of cigarette and said, "Listen up, everyone, if you set foot on this land again in your lifetime, I will pick off all your shrimps." ”

Everyone bowed their heads.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly kicked the tip of the knife, and the knife flew up and down. He suddenly pushed the ring of the knife, and Izumi Mamoru Kanesada flew out and stabbed one person in the stomach.

Izumi Mamoru Kanesama passed through his body, showing his great strength.

Everyone was in an uproar.

Zhao Chuanxin flicked the cigarette butt away and put his hand in the shape of a trumpet by his ear: "Didn't I hear your answer?"

Everyone hurriedly pouted and bowed: "Hai!"

The scene was so spectacular that I thought the boss of the Black Dragon Society was here.

Zhao Chuanxin walked over, pulled out the knife like lightning and struck again with his backhand.

Another person's head flew off next to him.

After a vigorous effort, it failed again and again, and the remaining people were so scared that they peed their pants.

Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "You heard what I said, why don't you get the hell out of here?"

The remaining people dispersed in a hurry, threw themselves into the sea, and swam towards the Shikoku Maru.

The reason why Zhao Chuanxin spared their lives was because he wanted them to spread the news.

He didn't want to push back and forth and let them remember it all at once. After all, this was just a small island, and Zhao Chuanxin didn't want to spend too much energy.

In addition... he wants to find someone to harvest seaweed regularly, and there must be a stable and safe environment.

After all the little devils were gone, a local fisherman knelt down and said, "Thank you so much to this righteous man from Nagoya for avenging us. I didn't expect that there are righteous men among you Japanese!"

Zhao Chuanxin wiped the blade and said in Chinese without raising his head: "I said I was from Nagoya, but I didn't say I was Japanese."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his index finger: "Shh, remember to keep this matter a secret from me."

Even if he risks exposing his identity, he is not willing to let the fishermen in front of him think that there are good people in Japan.

Regardless of whether there are good people in Japan, it can be treated as if there are no good people.

"Yes, yes, we will definitely keep it secret."

Zhao Chuanxin blinked: "I kill people without blinking an eye."

Give me a sweet date and a stick, double insurance.

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and plunged into the sea without even a bubble emerging.

Everyone waited for a long time before they were convinced that he had left.

"Ah, could this be the immortal sent by God to save us?"

"Are you afraid that Duke Hong Sheng will come to the world?"

"Either it's Duke Zhao Ying!"

"I only heard that Duke Zhao Ying rescued those who were shipwrecked, but I never heard that Duke Zhao Ying killed people without blinking an eye..."

"In my opinion, it was General Fubo who appeared, otherwise how could he be brave and cruel?"

"Yes, it must be General Fubo. The Japanese are so bad that they ooze pus. General Fubo can't stand him..."

As a result, the story of General Fubo's apparition spread quickly along the southeastern coast.

…

After Zhao Chuanxin entered the sea, he flashed back to Bagong's house.

He changed back into his clothes and came to the living room with his belt in hand.

The students coping with Caprivi are relieved.

Caprivi said heartily: Doesn’t this make your legs numb from squatting?

Zhao Chuanxin put on his belt and said, "Ah, emptying out the inventory will make you feel comfortable."

Caprivi accused him of being vulgar.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the medicine, mixed it, and used a thick needle to pop out the bubbles: "Come on, stick your butt out!"

Caprivi glanced at the student and hinted that he should get out of here. After all, he was from a noble family and he was very particular about privacy.

Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not moving, so he said to the student: "Take off his pants."

Caprivi finally saw that Zhao Chuanxian was not a gentleman at all, so he immediately took off his clothes: "I'll do it myself."

Zhao Chuanxin gave him a tube of medicine.

Caprivi asked: "Mr. Zhao, will I still come here for diagnosis and treatment tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'll leave tomorrow morning for a shot."

"Leave?" Caprivi was surprised: "You leave, what should I do?"

"It's just three injections. What if I'm not cured? I'm done."

"Ah this..."

The students snickered.

Caprivi thought for a while: "Otherwise, I will stay with Mr. Zhao today, so that if the condition worsens, I can get timely treatment."

Zhao Chuanxin rolled his eyes: "You can stay here if you want."

But he had other plans in mind.

After that, the student was sent away because he still wanted to study.

Caprivi couldn't stand still. He sat on the sofa and saw a pile of newspapers sent by Liu Huaqiang on the coffee table, so he picked it up and read it.

He found that the same news was published in several newspapers.

The content is easy to understand and written in plain language: Lubin Mansion will establish a consultation bureau on the 16th day of the first lunar month next year. We hope that all walks of life, including gentry, farmers, traders, pawns, workers, etc., will write in to give legislative suggestions. Once adopted, 10 yuan will be given as a reward. The submission format is as follows... The adopted laws will be posted on public Internet screens in all prefectures and counties next year to make them public...

Caprivi frowned. He knew everything else, but what was the Internet public screen?

Because Lubin Mansion placed advertisements in almost all major popular newspapers, Caprivi was not the only one who saw the news.

In Sichuan, Chengdu.

Lu Zuofu, who had just entered the cram school, also saw the advertisement of Lubin Mansion in the "Sichuan Journal".

He has excellent academic performance, but last year because his family had no money to continue his studies, he had to study in a cram school.

Someone recommended him to go to the Juanwang Technical College in Hankou. It is said that studying and staying there are free. The school was built on the concession that Zhao Chuanxin snatched from foreigners. There was plenty of room to live in, but he only had to pay for food out of his own pocket.

But because of travel expenses and food expenses, although Lu Zuofu was tempted, he still couldn't go.

Therefore, he paid special attention to the news related to Zhao Chuanxin.

After seeing the news, Lu Zuofu quickly took out his pen and paper.

He was not greedy for the ten-dollar reward, he just admired Zhao Chuanxin and wanted to contribute to his Lubin Mansion.

It would also be a good thing if I could get ten dollars by the way.

But after all, he was only 16 years old now. No matter how good his brain was, he lacked social experience. After racking his brains for a long time, he couldn't hold back a few words.

"There are warehouses, foreign restaurants, inns, and flower boats at Chuanjiang Wharf... I visited them one by one, accepted suggestions from merchants, and strived to make achievements in industrial legislation. It would be great to help Mr. Zhao! In addition, foreign merchants have good moral standards. Mr. Zhao is as jealous as a foreigner. He knew he would be furious. I also wrote it in the letter..."

Just do it.

It was not only Lu Zuofu who was moved by this incident, but also the two brothers of the Zhou family who were far away in Japan.

Zhao Chuanxin has many fans and believers, and Huayang has it.

The Japanese friends of the Zhou brothers excitedly told them about the advertisement for Lubin Mansion.

This Japanese is also a fan of Zhao Chuanxin.

This is not surprising. The Japanese have always been interested in being strong. Of course, when their wings are hardened, they will do the following again.

Zhou Shuren chewed the tip of his pen and thought: "Ten dollars is no more or less, but we are determined to earn this money. Legislation is no small matter, how should we write?"

He loves money, and he often says so himself, but he should be more subtle before he becomes famous. After he becomes famous, he dares to openly use it to laugh at himself. Of course, that is a story later.

His brother nodded: "We have the travel expenses, but we still have no idea how we will spend our days after returning to China."

"Look, it says - Internet public screen. What does it mean?"

"have no idea."