Chapter 934 Maybe We Should Prepare for the Worst

Hans von Plessen had already walked away.

Hans von Plessen, who had walked away, still looked back on his horse and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the cold wind, his coat fluttering and cigar smoke swirling into the air.

His feeling of uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and he began to gallop.

He did not forget to tell the coachman: "Go back and report to the emperor that the gold marks on the carriage are gone, completely gone."

When he reached a safe distance, Hans von Plessen took out a telescope to look. The figure became blurred on the lens, and focusing was useless, indicating that it was appropriate to order the artillery to fire at this time, so he did it.

Boom, boom, boom...

Hans von Plessen had not put down his telescope, and he vaguely saw the blurred figure suddenly disappear.

He thought he had looked too long and his eyes were dazzled. After all, he had not blinked for a long time, which had caused his eyes to be tired and tearful.

He was deeply moved: Look, after so many twists and turns and hardships, the Far East butcher with an unbelievable vitality finally paid the price of his life.

"Bomb it, bomb it to death." Hans von Plessen wiped his tearful eyes, roared loudly, and rode his horse towards the artillery position.

He was eager to operate the artillery himself and fire two 150mm howitzers to satisfy his excitement, so that he would not be in vain for his fear.

His wish came true.

He pushed an old soldier away and fired at the elevation angle that had been adjusted long ago.

In the bombardment, he could no longer hear whether the shells he fired exploded.

Hans von Plessen actually only fired one shot before he lost interest and became anxious again. He asked the veteran next to him unconfidently: "Do you think he was killed by the explosion?"

"Sir, I'm not sure about that." The veteran was ambiguous: "After all, we have tried many times but failed."

Hansen von Plessen was somewhat annoyed and angry after hearing the inaccurate answer: "Why doesn't he just die?"

At this time, someone patted his shoulder and said in a more anxious voice than him: "Zhao, you are wasting your energy to blow up a person. Do you have any accuracy?"

Hans von Plessen was about to get angry, but he was shocked all over. He turned his head in disbelief and saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing soft gold armor, with his mask open, holding a cigar and looking at him with a smile.

The old artillery soldier also turned his head, trembling all over, gave up the artillery, and ran away.

While running, he shouted: "The Far East Butcher is coming..."

"Sir, I..." Hans von Plessen was no longer as arrogant as before.

He was left with only fear in his heart.

Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth: "You can't even fire the cannon accurately, I must punish you."

After saying that, he kicked Hans von Plessen's knee.

The power of the soft gold armor, the power of the violent armor, and Zhao Chuanxin's own strength combined, easily breaking the Kaiser's adjutant's leg with one kick.

Crack!

"Ouch..."

If Zhao Chuanxin doesn't kill him, he must keep a group of people to remember the fear brought by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin held the cigar and put the cigarette butt in Hans von Plessen's mouth. The screams were only "woo woo woo", and all the smoke came out until the cigar went out.

Zhao Chuanxin closed his face armor, stretched his waist, moved his neck, clapped his hands and said: "Come on, let's bleed into a river!"

He started to run fast, running along the artillery position, and the modified Lugang M1907 in his hand kept firing.

In the past two days, Xingyue made him enough magazines, which were filled with bullets with alloy warheads and oil root gunpowder.

Hans von Plessen, whose vocal cords had become hoarse, saw that Zhao Chuanxin had accurately shot the artillerymen in the head one by one. Even when running at high speed, he would never shoot at the neck. His marksmanship was terrifying.

After running 50 meters and killing more than 30 artillerymen, Zhao Chuanxin held his gun to the forehead of the last one.

Bang.

Then he loaded the howitzer, quickly adjusted the elevation angle, and fired a shot in a certain direction.

Boom...

Seven or eight German soldiers who were ambushing behind the barbed wire were blown away by the air wave, and the fragments tore their flesh and blood, and they didn't even have time to scream.

Hans von Plessen was in pain, but he completely forgot the pain at this time. He was shaking like a sieve, and a chill rose from the bottom of his heart uncontrollably.

"He knows everything, he knows everything..."

This thought was the only thing lingering in his mind.

After Zhao Chuanxin fired two shots, his figure suddenly disappeared, and he was already in the trench when he appeared again.

With the trench broom Winchester M1897 in hand and loaded, Zhao Chuanxin waved the gun twice like a baton and happily pulled the trigger.

Boom, boom, boom...

The trench broom lived up to its reputation. Blood spurted out of the trench, and rows of Maxim machine gunners were covered in blood mist, and people died one after another.

"Ah... the Far East butcher is coming..."

The machine gunner in the trench at the corner shrank his head to avoid being swept by the Winchester M1897.

Xingyue made a new batch of Xingyue M1908 grenades for Zhao Chuanxin.

He pulled out the safety pin, waited for a moment and threw it into the trench.

With a bang, the Xingyue M1908 fell accurately into the trench.

Boom...

The two were blown to both sides by the air wave.

The machine gunner farther away reacted and turned his gun to prepare for a hard fight.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees slightly, jumped lightly, and jumped into the trench and moved forward leisurely.

Ta-ta-ta-ta…

Zhao Chuanxin bent down to avoid the hail of bullets, walked to the T-junction in front, held a Xingyue M1908 in each hand and threw it to both sides.

Boom, boom.

Then he lay at the T-junction, set up the Xingyue M1909 light machine gun, and fired towards the north.

Ta-ta-ta...

The smoke and flying dust can block people's sight, but they can't stop Xingyue's detection.

Zhao Chuanxin relied on the personnel distribution map given by the devil's foresight to accurately strike.

People and horses fell, and blood flowed like a river.

Field Marshal Leopold Maximian set up four lines of defense for Zhao Chuanxin, one was an artillery position, one was a barbed wire fence, one was a trench, and the last one was a large army one mile behind the trench.

At this time, the artillery position, barbed wire and trench were all broken, leaving only the last line of defense.

Zhao Chuanxin's operation was like this, using the trenches they dug to hide, and using the Maxim they had set up long ago to counterattack.

Ta-ta-ta-ta…

When a Maxim gun's ammunition belt was empty, Zhao Chuanxin only needed to jump and immediately jump to the next Maxim gun to continue shooting.

The trenches dug by the German army were all for Zhao Chuanxin.

Stealing a chicken but losing a rice bowl.

…

Among August Victoria's children, the most beautiful one was Victoria Louise Hohenzollern, who was only seventeen years old and in her prime.

There were rumblings of artillery and gunfire in the south of the city, but Victoria Louise was extremely confident.

She said to her mother: "Father will definitely make that Zhao Chuanxin look good, right, mother?"

The warlike William II only seemed relaxed and casual when he was with his family. However, he still couldn't help but dominate his children's lives.

This had a particularly serious impact on the personalities of several children.

Just like Victoria Louise, she thought that Germany was the most powerful in the world, and the rest were trash.

There was no way, her father William II had this attitude.

August Victoria was not as optimistic as her daughter.

She said with a serious face: "Sissi, you have to know that Zhao Chuanxin may be the only true god walking in the world, and mortals cannot hurt him."

Prince Joachim loudly refuted his mother: "What kind of god is Zhao Chuanxin? He is just a liar who cheats people. Just watch, my father will kill him today."

August Victoria remembered the magic of Zhao Chuanxin and quickly covered the mouth of her youngest son Joachim: "Be careful with your words, maybe God can hear you."

Victoria Louise pouted at her youngest brother.

Joachim struggled and shouted: "If my father heard you say this, he would be angry, he would be."

August Victoria shouted: "Shut up, I don't allow you to say these words today, not today."

In another office, William II, Leopold Maximian and Bethmann Hollweg were also guessing the outcome of the war.

William II seemed very excited. He paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about many scenes.

He thought, go back and piece together Zhao Chuanxin's body that was blown to pieces, preserve it as pickled meat or dried meat, and then show it to Nicholas II.

The guy who made him look so ashamed was vulnerable in front of the German army.

Just a little trick can make Zhao Chuanxin disappear into thin air.

He is ambitious and has always been fascinated by conquest.

After hearing Hans von Plessen say that he successfully poisoned Zhao Chuanxin, Bethmann Hollweg relaxed. He felt that the overall situation was set and Zhao Chuanxin could not turn the tables this time.

Only Leopold Maximian, after hearing the sound of gunfire for so long, his face began to become solemn.

William II noticed the old soldier's expression and asked in confusion: "Leopold, what's wrong with you?"

Leopold Maximian frowned deeply: "Your Majesty, perhaps we have to prepare for the worst."

William II was furious after hearing this: "It's already this time, and you are still talking about discouragement?"

Leopold Maximian shook his head: "If it goes well, the battle won't take so long. Listen, the gunshots are still going on."

William II's face was uncertain.

Betman Hollweg couldn't bear it, his legs were shaking, and he almost wanted to leave first.

William II was very stubborn: "Wait, there will be good news soon."

...

There is definitely no good news.

Leopold Maximian carefully arranged four positions, which was a dragnet for ordinary people, but leaky for Zhao Chuanxin who could flash.

Especially after occupying the trenches, the trenches became an insurmountable gap for the infantry and cavalry at the back.

The gushing hot blood poured on the cold land, and over time, a layer of mist even rose up.

After Zhao Chuanxin repelled two waves of attacks and completely crippled the dragoons, the German army was defeated across the board.

Thousands of German soldiers fled in all directions.

Zhao Chuanxin took the time to step out of the soft golden armor, urinate, and smoke a cigarette.

He was a little tired.

In this kind of battlefield, he would not be killed, but he might die of exhaustion.

After all, it requires high concentration and the state cannot last long.

Zhao Chuanxin lay in the trench, resting on the body of a fallen German soldier.

About five minutes later, suddenly, the "corpse" behind his head moved.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned.

He stood up, opened the "corpse" of the German soldier, and saw a familiar face.

It turned out to be Heinz Wilhelm Guderian, who had seen him before.

He had a piece of grenade fragments and two shotgun beads embedded in his body.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian opened his eyes and saw Zhao Chuanxin without flinching. He opened his mouth with difficulty: "I'm sorry, sir, because of my duty, I have to go to the battlefield to fight against you."

Zhao Chuanxin found it quite interesting.

He took out a piece of steel, refined it with the Old God's Crucible Brand, and melted it into a pair of long tweezers.

He used a knife to cut open Heinz Wilhelm Guderian's clothes, inserted the tweezers into the wound, and accurately pulled out the fragments and two marbles.

Then pour alcohol on his wound to disinfect it.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian didn't know whether it was because of shock or his strong willpower. He didn't say a word and let Zhao Chuanxin do whatever he wanted.

After sterilization and disinfection, Zhao Chuanxin saw that the blood was still gurgling, so he stretched out his index finger and pointed at the wound. The flesh and blood made a "sizzling" sound as it was cooked.

"Ah..." Heinz Wilhelm Guderian finally screamed,

Zhao Chuanxin grabbed Maxim's ammunition chain box and sat on it.

He handed Heinz Wilhelm Guderian a cigarette, and he coughed heartbreakingly. The cough pulled at the wound, and he started to wail again.

"Sir, why did you save me?" Heinz Wilhelm Guderian asked blankly.

Zhao Chuanxin picked up a saber on the ground and scratched his nails: "I have a vague feeling that your boy is a talent. It would be a pity to die."

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said seriously: "Sir, I will repay your kindness."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at his immature face and said cheerfully: "Okay, I do good deeds and only ask for rewards. In ten years, if you are still alive, go to China to find me."

"..."

This is the first time I heard someone ask for something in return openly.

After all, there are many hypocrites in the world and few true villains.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian nodded solemnly: "Sir, I will."

However, Zhao Chuanxin was thinking: After ten years of fighting, if this kid is not dead yet, he will probably at least be able to fight. Even though he is a veteran, he can come in handy anyway.

Zhao Chuanxin cares about communication.

Stones from other hills, can learn.

It was so close to the Ming and Qing dynasties that the consequences of working behind closed doors were still vivid in our minds. At this time, people deeply hated being closed to the country, rather than labeling anything advanced other than themselves.

Zhao Chuanxin is inevitably tainted with a certain awe of "advancing with the times".

Zhao Chuanxin flicked his cigarette butt away, stood up and looked out. Seeing that the enemy was just running away and had lost the desire to attack, he paced to collect Maxim who was set up in the trench.

These battlefield weapons cannot be discarded.

The more inventory the better.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian watched Zhao Chuanxin take off his magical armor, and watched the not-so-small Maxim heavy machine gun and ammunition box disappear for no reason before his eyes. He felt that everything was magical.

He is probably the second person in Germany who is willing to believe that Zhao Chuanxin is indeed magical.

"Sir, you know magic, right?"

"Superstitious!" Zhao Chuanxin put away the last stick of Maxim and scolded: "Being a man must be scientific."

"Ah this..."

In the following time, Zhao Chuanxin waited for William II to wave the flag and surrender.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian was injured and could not walk far. Seeing that Zhao Chuanxin was not kind enough to send him back to the city or the military camp, he took off the clothes from his colleague's body and buried him in the third floor. The outer three layers wrap themselves tightly.

But when Zhao Chuanxin was cooking, he actually brought him a portion.

The two of them were having a smokeless barbecue in the trench.

Zhao Chuanxin dipped the fat and thin beef into his mouth and took out a bottle of Lafite.

The ammunition box was the dining table. On the dining table, two goblets were filled with wine as red as blood. Zhao Chuanxin said: "These are all from your emperor. They are all good things. It's a pity that this bottle of wine is not available." Add arsenic, otherwise it will give you a nice frosted texture.”

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian shuddered: "Sir, I don't think arsenic is for me."

He discovered that this master on the battlefield had superb knife skills and exquisite cooking skills.

Zhao Chuanxin built a coal stove for Heinz Wilhelm Guderian on site, with a brand new and bright chimney pointing straight to the sky.

The coal mine in the furnace does not need to be ignited, it will burn in a moment.

Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried about the 150mm howitzers in the artillery position, but then he thought about it, he didn't have a suitable place to store them. Besides, Eye No. 19 was inserted in the Krupp Steelworks in Essen. Why should he worry about not having artillery for the buildings near the water?

Zhao Chuanxin now has the ability to imitate various types of artillery by himself.

Heinz Wilhelm Guderian had been secretly sizing up his idol.

Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and thought, his eyes drifting here and there. It was obvious that his thoughts were far away.

What Zhao Chuanxin thought was that he could imitate the fearless pioneers and infinitely expand the warehouse under the white house in the small village of Quitsalan in Puebla City, Puebla State.

Although the place is not very good, every time you go to the other side of the ocean at a very low cost, it is equivalent to opening up extra storage space in a different place.

Thinking of this, Zhao Chuanxin went out and handed a temporary copper eye to Heinz William Pleasant and said, "Hold it for me. Don't put it away, just put it outside."

Heinz Wilhelm Pleasant lowered his head and looked at the copper eyes. He looked over and over, but found nothing out of the ordinary.

But when he looked up again, Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared.

He stood up in shock and looked around. Where was Zhao Chuanxin?

Zhao Chuanxin used the energy fluctuation and convergence rune fragments to teleport to the white house.

At this time, the sun was rising over the white house, and smoke was rising in the small village.

The time is about eight hours slower than Berlin.

While Zhao Chuanxin was standing in the small courtyard, frowning and thinking, a young boy and a fat boy came together with the sheep.

When the little fat man saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the small courtyard, his narrowed eyes widened and he ran over quickly: "Sir, you are back..."

The young man said anxiously: "Juvencio, don't run. If you run around, Mr. Toric will beat me."

The fat boy Juvencio Torric heard this and slowed down, waited for the young man, and said: "Agure, this is the gentleman I told you. Sir, his name is Agure Ida, my father Hire him to herd our family’s sheep.”

Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses and waited until the two of them approached before speaking: "Hu Wenxiao, do you know who owns this house?"

"Sir, my name is Juvencio Torric, not Hu Wenxiao."

"Okay, Hu Wenxiao."

Juvencio Torric was helpless: "Sir, this house belongs to Nachito Gomez, and he also works for my father."

Zhao Chuanxin put his hands in his pockets: "Okay, Hu Wenxiao, help me call Nachito Gomez. I want to buy this house."

Before Juvencio Torric could speak, the sheepherder boy Agure Ida said disdainfully: "Sir, the house owned by the Gomez brothers is not easy to buy. I advise you not to provoke the Gomez brothers."