Chapter 930 Do You Still Think He Is Funny?

He's not even going to die?

Hans von Pleasant waved his hand: "Keep firing."

Every time a cannon is fired, you have to peel off layers of skin above the Berlin City Palace. When the deafening sound of the cannon continues, the world seems to be silent, and the time is tense and long.

The carefully selected artillerymen had superb skills, peeling off the layers like an onion, making the Berlin City Palace visibly dwarfed.

The howitzer moved very quickly, and Xingyue easily predicted the impact point. Zhao Chuanxin flashed among the ruins, moving east and west, unscathed, and moved coquettishly within three hundred meters.

When the gunfire stopped, Hans von Plessen and all the German soldiers looked up.

The smoke cleared again, and they saw the hateful figure standing motionless on the incomplete wall.

"Blank!"

Hans von Pleasant went crazy.

He was cruel and ordered the field artillery to be mounted.

Direct shot.

Xingyue warned: "Avoid the edge for now."

Crossing the bare forest, Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Poseidon Fountain 400 meters away, and what he saw was what he could reach, flashing.

Pass through the siege, chase, and pass through the siege.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared several times in succession, standing with a group of German people on Oranienburg Street to watch the excitement.

He was carrying the kettle, and the kettle was roasting in his hands. He poured the cold fused quartz glass into it without exploding. Zhao Chuanxin was holding the thermos cup with an air layer in the middle and drinking tea happily.

"Oh my god, they blew up the prince's uterus."

"The emperor must be furious."

"That man must die!"

"Damn Zhao Chuanxin, why didn't he stay in the barbaric and backward Qing Dynasty? Why did he come to Berlin?"

Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes when he heard the people around him cursing and abusing him.

Originally, he didn't intend to bring disaster to Chiyu, but these little shrimps and crabs, with their faces full of Berliners and their tone full of disdain for the East, made Zhao Chuanxin's teeth itch.

He said: "Turn on the smooth mode."

SF Express is not as fast as Shunshou.

Xingyue understood instantly: "Cross the river and go southwest. It's prosperous there."

Zhao Chuanxin casually poked his eyes at the nearby shop, got up and crossed the Spree River in the southwest direction. He made his way by flashing.

Behind, the sound of cannons rumbled, and fire and smoke rose into the sky.

Looking at the posture, Hans von Plessen seemed to want to burn the Berlin City Palace to the ground.

Xingyue said: "There is a cemetery of the Church of the Twelve Apostles ahead. There is a warehouse for storing furniture one mile away from the seven o'clock direction of the cemetery. It is very large and has been covered with dust for a long time. Go and insert an eye for storage."

Zhao Chuanxin cut off the old lock, replaced it with his own new lock, entered the warehouse and inserted his eye into the roof of the shed.

Throughout Berlin, regardless of whether it was located near the Berlin City Palace, people poured into the streets. Customers stopped buying goods, shop assistants stopped selling goods, bosses were not calculating funds, and workers took a break. Everyone took to the streets to look north and watch the German army. The powerful firepower is amazing.

Curses and praises were mixed, some were inspired and proud, while others were angry and stymied.

Since the Napoleonic Wars, Germans seemed to have developed a patriotic fervor overnight.

Zhao Chuanxin sneered and went into the empty grocery and hardware stores, clearing the shelves.

Just insert the ward, teleport, come back and close the ward, and continue harvesting.

Various knives, handicrafts, barley wheat, margarine, a large amount of aniline purple dye, purple silk fabrics, rayon, carbon black, rubber, beer, photographic equipment, fertilizers, Siemens high-power DC motors and light bulbs...

Zhao Chuanxin is like a locust passing through the border, leaving no grass behind.

Searching all the way, all the way empty.

From time to time, some people wailed, holding their heads in their hands and crying, regretting their losses.

"My goods are missing..."

Some people were extremely angry: "Whoever stole my shop, I want to kill him..."

Not only the store, when Xingyue detected valuable items in his home, Zhao Chuanxin broke in and looted them all without saying a word.

But Zhao Chuanxin couldn't find a place where a large amount of steel was stored, so Xingyue gave him a bad idea: "dig rails."

This Zhao Chuanxin is familiar.

In 1902, Germany had a subway, although it was very short.

In the 1970s, Berlin already had eight main railway lines.

More so today.

Moreover, most of them were double-track railways with mixed passenger and freight traffic. Zhao Chuanxin took out his elf carving knife to dig.

He also kindly put up a sign that read in German: Please stop due to dangerous construction ahead.

If it doesn't stop, it's none of his business.

Come back when it's full, and come back and continue digging.

The furniture warehouse located near the Blitz Palace has been eyed by Zhao Chuanxian for a long time, and the number is Bronze Eye No. 18.

When the sound of the cannons gradually subsided, Zhao Chuanxin teleported back to the store plaque on the west side of the Poseidon Fountain.

Two sides of the Berlin City Palace were almost bombed into ruins, leaving nothing intact.

Hans von Pleasant led the search.

Schinkelplatz on the south bank of the Spree River was crowded with artillery and artillery pieces.

Zhao Chuanxin used three flashes to go around the Palace Bridge to the Avenue de France, and placed a heavy rain pear blossom needle behind the German army.

"You've bombed enough, now it's my turn." Zhao Chuanxin ducked away with a hideous smile.

Xingyue detonated heavy rain and pear blossom needles.

Dong dong dong...

The sound of rainstorm pear needles is very special.

When thousands of bullets are fired together, the resonant sound is a bit like fireworks being fired.

The Krupp artillery was solemnly lined up in Schinkelplatz. Before anyone could react, a crack was torn open in the steel and human walls.

The people around were stunned, watching their comrades fall into a pool of blood at the same time, watching the gun body burst into flames, no one was spared in the passage in a certain area, no one was shot with only one bullet hole, the weak parts of the gun were bent and deformed, and the ejector might not be able to continue to be used, affecting performance.

This stunned the German soldiers, as if a proud and arrogant strong man was shouting, and the opponent slapped him hard without knowing it.

There was pain and shame.

Leopold Maximian, who was watching the battlefield from afar, was shocked: "What is that?"

Hans von Plessen escaped by hiding in the side of the palace. He looked at the bodies of soldiers torn apart by the barrage, and his body was trembling.

The blood flowed like a river.

Ta-ta-ta...

Bang-bang-bang...

Boom-boom...

No one was in command. After the silence, there was a panic-stricken counterattack. After the first gunshot, there was a series of blind obedience shooting.

…

The news of Zhao Chuanxin's personal invasion of Berlin, Germany, is spreading secretly, which is something that William II cannot control.

The Hague Arms Limitation Committee held an emergency meeting after receiving the news that the war was escalating and the Berlin City Palace was razed to the ground.

Berenat's old face was solemn: "Everyone, Zhao Chuanxin broke into Berlin, and the German emperor dispatched a division of troops to besiege the Berlin City Palace and wiped his palace off the map of Berlin. This is a great humiliation, and he will not let it go."

Floss von frowned and said: "According to the Third Hague Convention, it is illegal to fight without declaration. Obviously, Zhao Chuanxin violated public law."

Jason Will said: "I disagree. As long as there is no declaration of war, it is just friction. I got the news that the grudge between Zhao Chuanxin and the German emperor is purely personal, and has nothing to do with war. Besides, I don't think that only the German emperor has the right to be angry, and Zhao Chuanxin can only passively accept it."

"What?" Frost von raised his voice: "Zhao Chuanxin only represents an individual, while the German Emperor represents a country. How can they be compared? The Treaty of Martens in 1899 clearly stated that before the promulgation of more complete laws of war, the contracting parties considered it necessary to declare that in all cases not included in the regulations they adopted, residents and belligerents should still be protected and governed by the principles of international law, because these principles are derived from the conventions established between civilized countries, humanitarian laws and the requirements of public conscience."

Frost von wanted to express two points: First, what right did Zhao Chuanxin have to be serious with the German Emperor? Is he worthy? Second, although Zhao Chuanxin's actions seemed to be personal grudges and had nothing to do with the war, although some things were not explicitly prohibited by the treaty, it did not mean that Zhao Chuanxin was allowed to do them.

Just because the German Emperor sent a painting and said a few words, Zhao Chuanxin provoked a fight, which was against morality, humanitarian laws and public conscience.

Bellenat looked at Frost von in surprise.

Although the Arms Limitation Committee has great limitations and is not as fair as it sounds.

But at least there is a fig leaf to cover up the nature of the law of the jungle.

Did Frost von want to express that only the officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps?

Jason Weir snorted coldly: "The Hague Convention has universal effect, not just to restrict Zhao Chuanxin. The German emperor openly provoked, didn't he violate humanitarian laws and public conscience order?"

Frost von said arrogantly: "You have to understand that all principles come from the conventions established between civilized countries. They are civilized countries. Do you think that a person who pees on the face of an innocent person can represent a civilized country?"

It turned out that Frost von was British. He learned that a British person was insulted on the Lusitania, and he was resentful. He wanted to find Zhao Chuanxin to argue but didn't dare. At this time, he wanted to use the various provisions of the Arms Limitation Committee as magic to defeat Zhao Chuanxin's magic.

Jason Weir is Dutch, and he naturally prefers the Netherlands itself. The queen and Zhao Chuanxin have a relationship, and the princess is the child of both. Instinct drives him to speak to Zhao Chuanxin, although he himself doesn't like Zhao Chuanxin.

Bellenat coughed and said, "Gentlemen, I think you have forgotten that it is not our responsibility to blame any party. According to Article 3 of Part II of the Convention for the Peaceful Settlement of International Disputes, the Contracting Parties consider it beneficial and desirable for one or more States not involved in the dispute to offer good offices or mediation to the States involved in the dispute, if circumstances permit. States not involved in the dispute have the right to offer good offices or mediation even in the process of hostility. Neither party to the dispute should regard the exercise of this right as an unfriendly act.

What we need to do is not to accuse, but to strive for good offices and mediation from States not involved in the dispute."

Flos von and Jason Weir were silent after hearing this.

The rest of the people began to discuss Bellenat's proposal and which countries to strive for to participate in good offices and mediation.

The Arms Limitation Committee, to put it bluntly, is just talking, and you need to borrow strength when you encounter problems.

At the meeting, the first thing that was undisputedly passed was to seek help from Britain, and then it was deadlocked on whether to notify and request China to participate.

The former said it was striving, and the latter said it was a request.

The status of the Jianghu has long been clearly divided through fighting.

Those present took it for granted.

Normally, such meetings are long and tedious.

But after all, Zhao Chuanxin was fighting with the German army in Berlin at this time. The well-dressed gentlemen felt a dull pain in their hearts when they thought of this. They relied on their own understanding of the war and imagined various different cruel scenes of the war, and they were anxious.

They decided to contact the British side first.

King Edward VII of the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha dynasty heard that Zhao Chuanxin had offended Kaiser Wilhelm II. After the International Arms Limitation Committee requested mediation, he was overjoyed: "During the Olympics, the impression given to me by the Chinese team Not very good. But this Zhao Chuanxin is very interesting. One of these people will die. I think we should save his life. I hope William II has not killed him yet."

The ministers were speechless.

In the United Kingdom, which was the first country to implement a constitutional monarchy, the king appears to have various powers, but in fact they are minimal.

But the whole of Britain must pay attention to Edward VII's world-renowned diplomatic ability, so his opinion must be sought on such matters.

Edward VII's mother, Victoria, was nicknamed "Europe's Grandmother," and Edward VII inherited this nickname and was known as Europe's Uncle.

Before he succeeded to the throne, he was a dissolute man and was proficient in eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling. Whenever someone else's husband steps out of the house and vacates a room, he will quietly climb into their bed.

Of course, some of them have wives who belong to the public.

It turned out that Edward VII's reputation had hit rock bottom and he became a laughing matter for the people.

Unexpectedly, after the old man succeeded to the throne, he became proficient in French, English, and German, and was also good at equestrianism. He spent generously, and with a wave of his hand, the beautiful Osborne Manor was donated to the country. He often walked the streets to have fun with the people, and acted in an eclectic way.

What's even more awesome is that during those years of eating, drinking, whoring, gambling, and smoking, the old man accumulated the skills of dancing and dancing. Every time he visited, he was extremely successful. After he succeeded to the throne, he visited France and was booed by the Parisians on the first day. The next day, he was able to chat and shake hands with the people on the streets of Paris. Wherever he went, the French people cheered loudly.

France, the old rival, directly became an ally.

Later, he became the first reigning British monarch to visit Tsarist Russia, and the first British monarch to visit Sweden. His achievements were outstanding.

The name European Uncle spread like wildfire.

Seeing that everyone was silent, Edward VII said again: "I'm serious. I think Zhao Chuanxin is very similar to me. We both love food, our riding skills are top-notch, and our dressing tastes are equally good." , our pursuit of women is tricky and unique, we both love cigars, and we both have a bad reputation but can achieve extraordinary results. I believe that if we get to know each other, we can definitely become friends. Well, maybe? I should visit the Netherlands.”

He wasn't bragging.

Even though Edward VII overeated and was obese, his dressing taste and some habits were really similar to Zhao Chuanxin.

He and Zhao Chuanxin also like tweeds and windbreakers, and his ability to "carry goods" is better than Zhao Chuanxin.

He loves cigars and smokes up to dozens of them a day.

The old man's pursuit of married women and mature women has reached its peak. In the divorce case of the British upper class, he must be on the long list of cheating.

At first, he was notorious and stubborn, but he was able to turn things around. At least he achieved a mixed reputation.

Although his power is limited, he has influenced the British people's livelihood and economy within his ability and brought peace to the country.

Look, the same is true for Zhao Chuanxin. They are so similar, except that Edward VII does not have Zhao Chuanxin's fighting power that the world can't match.

In the field of diplomacy, Edward VII's enigmatic charm and ability make people convinced.

So Britain was the first country to telex Germany for mediation.

…

After the smoke cleared, Hans von Plessen finally no longer saw Zhao Chuanxin's conspicuous black and white armor.

Has the devil been defeated?

Hans von Plessen asked the soldiers to form a team to find out what happened, and they would see people dead or corpses.

In the ruins, behind the broken wall.

As soon as the German soldier put his head out, a black and white figure suddenly appeared and grabbed the muzzle of his gun. The gun was snatched away by the overwhelming force of the German soldier.

puff!

The muzzle of the gun was turned and the bayonet was inserted into his chest.

The German soldier next to him was horrified. As soon as he made a move, his collar was grabbed, and Zhao Chuanxin gave him a headbutt through his soft gold armor.

Boom.

The man rolled his eyes and felt dizzy.

boom.

Zhao Chuanxin took advantage of the situation and fired a shot, and the third person fell.

In the blink of an eye, the three of them lost their fighting ability.

Two or three German soldiers held bayonets and shouted: "He is here..."

Zhao Chuanxin held the 98 position horizontally, hit one person's temple with the rifle butt backward, and pierced the neck of another person with the bayonet forward.

Pulling a gun and then pulling the bolt.

boom.

Three more people.

Bang bang bang...

Before a series of gunshots rang out, the nightmarish black and white figure disappeared behind the broken wall.

Hundreds of people quickly surrounded them, shooting as they walked.

When they closed the encirclement, where would Zhao Chuanxin still be?

"Whoosh..."

The whistle of "The Hanging Comedy" sounded from the flanks of the crowd.

Tata Tata...

The Maxim machine gun was spitting fire, the water-cooling tube was steaming, and the one-third-long bullet belt was fired unprecedentedly, but the Germans were unable to react.

When the German guns turned around, the black and white figure rolled towards the ruins nearby, disappearing from public sight together with Maxim.

Then intensive counterattack gunshots rang out, making everyone feel lonely.

Hans von Pleasant retreated his troops with a gloomy expression.

No need to test, Zhao Chuanxin is still there.

It seems that even if the world ends, he will still be there.

The inventory, including the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needle, has been exhausted.

Zhao Chuanxin stopped with silence, and the strategic goal was summarized in one sentence: If you can only stop the invasion, how much more damage will be done?

It was to make William II surrender.

The German army surrounded but did not attack, and the two sides were in a stalemate.

German soldiers ate cold military rations on the snow-covered ground in Lust Garden, where no lawn could be seen.

To the north is the Berlin Cathedral. In front of the church, there is a granite fountain sculpture weighing about 70 tons, which is called "Berlin's Soup Bowl" by Berliners.

It is said that in 1828, when the "Soup Bowl" was unveiled, forty people sat in the "bowl".

Now there are also forty soldiers sitting here eating in silence.

The sun shines obliquely on the angular and lifelike church walls and sculptures of the main church.

In the history books, it is probably necessary to record one more thing: In 1909, the Berlin City Palace was destroyed by Zhao Chuanxin. Fortunately, the crazy Far East butcher did not attack the cathedral, and fortunately it has been preserved intact to this day...

The residential area three miles west of the ancient bridge in front of the cathedral.

A soldier shook his head back and forth, and his words were unclear: "One, two. One, two."

His body leaned forward.

Several well-dressed girls nearby laughed and pointed.

Those who can live here are all rich people.

A German soldier with a hole in his shoulder glared at them.

The unconscious German soldier continued to shake his body: "One, two. One, two..."

The girls were fearless and continued to laugh.

The German soldier with a shoulder injury said in an angry and low voice: "He is a grenadier. He threw a bomb in the previous mission and was kicked back by Zhao Chuanxin. The bomb exploded and his brother was killed on the spot. His stomach was broken and his intestines were hanging on his head. After returning, the commander said to count to two before throwing the bomb, and he remembered it. When we rested enough, he had to go to the battlefield again. This time he must remember to count to two before throwing the bomb. Ladies, do you still think he is funny?"

The two girls were pale and could no longer laugh. There was silence all around, and it was terrifying.

Zhao Chuanxin was eating about 7 kilometers south of the cathedral. His meal was simple, with the kind of iron plate potatoes and instant noodles sold by Doubao. There were five small sun-like poached eggs in the steaming instant noodles.

He ate a lot and said to himself: "Hey, I suddenly want to eat the nine-turn large intestine made by the chef of the Kaiping Mining Bureau cafeteria!"

At this time, Xingyue said: "Eat quickly, I saw someone crossing the bridge with his hands raised to talk to you through the bronze eye. Maybe the German emperor is going to give in."