Chapter 963: Zhao Chuanxin, the Living Hell

Zhao Chuanxin knew that the eighth Jebtsundamba was just a big bastard on the grassland who was trying to gain fame.

He doesn't need to kill him and make a fool of himself. The better choice is to expose him and publicize his deeds.

Jebzundamba's eyes were gloomy, his chin was slightly raised, and he had no intention of giving in.

He even looked at Zhao Chuanxin with some provocation.

It seems to be saying: I am Jebtsundamba, what can you do to me?

But Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand.

"Snapped!"

Slap the living Buddha.

Jebzundamba's head was beaten so hard that there were black and red fingerprints on his face.

The whole audience was shocked.

Zhao Chuanxin used the same hand, and then struck Jebzundamba on the same side of the face.

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

Jebtsundamba retreated every time he was beaten.

Yanzhi said "Ouch", it turned out that he stepped on his foot.

"stop!"

"Zhao Chuanxin, you must die well..."

There are many devout believers on the grassland.

Seeing Jebtsundamba being humiliated at this time, it was really heart-wrenching.

When Zhao Chuanxin heard this, he rounded his arms and slapped him in the face for the last time.

PIA…

Jebzundamba was slapped so hard that he fell to the ground, showing the force of the slap.

He only felt that his head was buzzing, and there seemed to be cicadas chirping in his ears, a sharp and continuous sound.

This slap seemed to have damaged the eardrum of one of his ears.

Xingyue issued a warning: "Someone is carrying a gun."

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the red dots among the dense dots of light on his glasses. He bent his knees slightly, jumped up on the solid wood table, leaned back, grabbed the beam with both hands, and swung backwards.

Bang bang bang...

All the shots missed.

He twisted his waist and abdomen and was suspended in the air for a moment, but then he took out the Mosin-Nagant wheel, held the gun in his right hand and pulled the trigger, and pressed down on the hammer with his left hand.

Bang bang bang...

Six rounds of bullets were fired so fast that the human retina could not capture them.

Six lamas with guns fell to the ground, all shot in the forehead.

Zhao Chuanxin landed, and the still hot barrel of the gun was thrust into the eyes of the seventh lama holding the gun.

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin turned around and whipped.

Snapped!

The lama fell to the ground in a daze, rolled his eyes, and fainted.

Without a strong neck, it would be impossible to endure Zhao Chuanxin for such a short time.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his leg and stomped it hard, and the Mosin Nagant Wheel was stepped deeper into his eye socket.

The unconscious lama's body twitched for a while, and then he became motionless.

hiss……

The others retreated wildly.

It's instinctive.

But when Jebu Zundamba pointed at Zhao Chuanxin: "Kill him!"

After he finished saying this, some devout herdsmen took out their machetes and daggers and rushed towards him regardless of life or death, trying to fight Zhao Chuanxin.

The power of belief or brainwashing is quite strong.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the Spring Light Sword and twisted his neck.

The head of Shabi Yamen, Pat Madolji, his eyes were splitting: "Zhao Chuanxin, you dare to kill people in the Buddha temple? I will definitely report it to the court!"

Zhao Chuanxin laughed: "I have a bold idea, and I also have a complete set of criminal laws. I am suppressing bandits, and I suppress bandits without leaving any grass behind."

Batmadolzi was stunned for a moment, and then his face turned pale.

Several red lights popped out of the hilt of the Spring Light Sword, which were light blades.

Raise your hand and pull gently.

Tsk.

The two were divided into two sections at the same time.

It's as easy as cutting tofu with a knife, regardless of bones or meat, there is no obstacle.

Also accompanied by a bit of burnt feather smell.

A large amount of blood gathered and spattered, and the people around him were poured all over their heads and faces, like ghosts who had just crawled out of purgatory.

The whirlwind wipes the neck, the clouds wipe left and right, explore the sea and slay the dragon...

Spring Light Sword is really useful no matter how you use it.

Even if Zhao Chuanxian simply cuts off his wrist, it can stir up a bloody storm.

Who makes the light blade sharp?

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty lamas and herdsmen died.

A river of blood flowed in front of the temple gate.

Yanzhi was already behind, so frightened that he couldn't speak, and was just trembling.

Zhao Chuanxin fought his way out of the house.

None of these bitches were of high status. Those who charged into battle were mostly devout herdsmen, while more lamas went to the warehouses to get guns.

When they turned around, they could no longer see anyone who dared to take advantage of Zhao Chuanxin.

Patma Dorji, Chelin Qimit, Demuchuk Dorji, Hangda Dorji and others retreated, fearing that they would be cut in two by the red light.

These people shout happily, but their bodies are very honest.

And the group of lamas who went to get the guns had come back, and Zhao Chuanxin flashed up.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly disappeared, leaving the lamas who came with fast guns at a loss.

Even if they have guns, they are just amateur shooters compared to professional soldiers.

Zhao Chuanxin appeared behind them, grabbed the handle of the gun from the side, forcefully turned the muzzle of the gun over, and pointed it at the lama next to him.

boom.

The lama next to him was shot in the chest and fell to the ground.

The others trembled and looked around blankly for the enemy.

Zhao Chuanxin held down the lama's shoulders, raised his waist and abdomen with force, clamped his legs around the lama's neck behind him, and pressed down violently. The lama bent over involuntarily, unable to resist at all.

He used the gun to hold his body up, but Zhao Chuanxin pressed his knee against the barrel of the gun, bent down and lifted the trigger.

boom.

The muzzle of the gun supporting the body pierced the other man's chin diagonally.

Taking advantage of the situation, he stood behind the bent lama and turned 180 degrees in the air.

The spring light sword swept across the two of them.

The light blade was retracted, and the elf carving knife popped out and cut off the two bodies again.

The movement is graceful, graceful and timeless.

In the distance, Batma Dorzi, Hangda Dorzi, Chelinzimit, Demuchuk Dorzi and others opened their mouths wide, like fish out of water and lacking oxygen.

Everyone said that Zhao Chuanxin was the god of war and a butcher, but today I saw him with all kinds of weapons connected seamlessly and with smooth flow during battle, which was still incredible.

As the saying goes - your gun is my gun.

Your sword is my sword.

Your knife is my knife.

Killing people is like killing chickens!

Human life is like grass.

In the blink of an eye, those lamas who came back with quick guns were slaughtered by Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin was holding an old Mosin Nagant, and his body and face were inevitably splattered with blood.

Only one row of neat and dense teeth is white.

He bared his teeth: "I value justice over life and know it with a sword. Bai Hongguan will return with revenge. Do you really think that I don't know about the filth between you and Tsarist Russia?"

Batmadolji quibbled: "Zhao Chuanxin, you are slanderous."

Zhao Chuanxin flashed, and the next moment he appeared in front of Batmadolji: "Huh? What are you talking about?"

"me……"

Zhao Chuanxin stared into his eyes, but Batmadolji was so distracted that he didn't dare to look at him.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "Which tiger did the Japanese-Russian joint tiger hunting team hunt? If they failed to hunt the tiger, they hid in the grassland. Which temple did they hide in?"

Badma Dorzi remained speechless.

Zhao Chuanxin raised his hand and slapped him.

Snapped!

Batmadolzi was slapped away.

Even though you are old, you still sleep well, so you just fall asleep.

He came to Demuchukdorzi and asked: "Do you have something to say?"

"I, I...I have nothing to say."

"What about you?" Zhao Chuanxin asked Che Linqimi again.

"I have nothing to say either."

"What about you? Do you want to punish me?" Zhao Chuanxin asked Hangda Dorji.

Hangda Dorji swallowed his saliva: "No..."

Jebzundamba staggered out of the house and took a deep breath when he saw the remains of severed limbs all over the yard.

He was finally afraid.

But Yanzhi hid in the house and acted cowardly.

Zhao Chuanxin had no intention of letting him go, and pointed toward the room: "You, come out!"

Yanzhi was extremely frightened, but his body refused to obey orders, and his two legs came out fighting.

"Who are you?" Zhao Chuanxin asked.

"My official...I am Yanzhi, the minister of affairs in Kulun. The minister of affairs in Kulun, the Manchu people."

"Yanzhi, let me ask you, are there any bandits in the grassland?"

"some!"

"Am I suppressing bandits?"

"Yes, exactly!"

"Is the Eighth Jebtsundamba harboring horse bandits? Colluding with the Russians?"

"Ah this..."

Don't look at Yanzhi threatening Jebtsundamba and saying that he would report to the Mingli Domain Court.

In fact, in the original historical trajectory, he did not report it to the court in the end.

But he did borrow a quick gun from Jebzundamba, preparing to deal with Taoke Taohu who robbed Han merchants in the Zhuoer Bansai and Sangbeizi areas.

This shows that he knows everything.

Seeing him hesitating, Zhao Chuanxin narrowed his eyes: "I'll give you another chance, Jebzundamba, are you harboring horse bandits and colluding with the Russians?"

"Yes... yes, he colluded with the Russians to harbor horse bandits." Yanzhi gritted his teeth, feeling that the hero would not suffer the immediate consequences.

After all, life is important, and we can talk about the future later.

Jebzundamba was furious, pointed at Yanzhi and shouted: "You should think about it before you speak!"

"Yes, you can think about it before you think about it." Zhao Chuanxin said calmly.

Yanzhi Tianren fought with each other and stamped his feet: "Lord Buddha, do you really think that I don't know about the good things you have done?"

Jebtsundamba felt powerless in his heart, and Zhao Chuanxin smiled: "You know the best, now go get a pen and paper, explain everything in detail, sign and stamp, press your official seal, and at the same time report to Mingli Fan Report it to the court. Remember, explain everything clearly, no matter how big or small. If the information I corroborate from others is different, I will fucking kill you!"

Yanzhi shivered.

He was really afraid of Zhao Chuanxin, and he really believed that Zhao Chuanxin could kill him.

This man kills people without blinking an eye.

These dozens of people killed them as soon as they were told, and even slapped Jebtsundamba. They were as courageous as anyone in the world.

"Absolutely!" Yanzhi agreed wholeheartedly, how could he dare to refute?

Zhao Chuanxin said to the others: "If you each write one, you will be treated as a gold medal for immunity from death. This is also called a certificate of acceptance."

Everyone looked at Jebtsundamba as if they were mourning for an heir.

"I wonder who dares?" No one else dared to refute the murderous god in front of them, but Jebzundamba did.

Zhao Chuanxin only took one step, about ten meters per step, and arrived in front of Jebtsundamba: "Do you think I dare not kill you?"

Jebzundamba pursed his lips and said nothing: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin took out a dagger made of Toledo, Spain and was inlaid with gold, and lightly scratched Jebzundamba's face.

The sharp Uzi steel sword blade easily tore open Jebzundamba's face.

Even so, he didn't even dare to hide.

Maybe he understands that there is no way to escape.

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled and said: "Look carefully, you can't hide the look in my eyes that wants a knife. You are not dead because the people in the grassland need to realize the virtues of the Buddha they admire."

Outer Mongolia later became independent, and Jebtsundamba had an unshirkable responsibility.

The Qing Dynasty stretched the crotch, but those "prairie heroes" promoted by later generations were not good things either.

Zhao Chuanxin had no good feelings towards Tibetan Buddhism and the Yellow Sect on the grassland.

This group of people looked righteous, but they were actually cruel scum.

Everyone said that Zhao Chuanxin was cruel and bloodthirsty, but Zhao Chuanxin felt that he was not as good as these monks who made human beings-skin drums and leg bone hammers.

This made Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but look at Jebtsundamba's head: "Haha, keep your head for me, I will use it to make a set of Kabala to play with in the future. When I live, I want you to fear me. When I die, I will also control you as a ghost!"

I'm so scared!

Jebtsundamba was really scared.

Zhao Chuanxin pulled out a chair and sat in the temple with a big horse and a golden sword, waiting for them to write the charges against Jebtsundamba.

Under his tyranny, no one dared to resist.

Zhao Chuanxin took out the black puppet craftsman and put him in the house. Every time someone finished writing, he asked Xingyue to copy two copies in print.

From these complaints, Zhao Chuanxin learned a lot of secrets.

He saw a name - Bayan Temulin Haishan.

He saw the names of many princes, such as Sanyin Noyan Khan Namu Nasurun.

He saw the name of the Russian - Kusoweici.

He saw the gifts that Jebtsundamba received from the Russians. Wow, in addition to guns, there were also gold, silver, jewelry, and all kinds of Western objects.

This is a lama who loves money, sex, and violence.

Especially after it was written that there was male homosexuality, Zhao Chuanxin couldn't help but raise his hand and slapped Jebtsundamba: "Fuck you, dog-like thing."

Everyone was shocked.

Jebtsundamba glared at Zhao Chuanxin, but he could do nothing about it, and was curious about why Zhao Chuanxin hit him.

Zhao Chuanxin spat: "Ah... tui! The fucking Buddha is still alive, have you heard of the Buddha of Zhuo-men?"

Jebtsundamba's face turned blue and red.

In addition, Jebtsundamba secretly encouraged believers to oppose the new policy.

One thing caught Zhao Chuanxin's attention.

In Batma Dorji's description, there are many herdsmen who escaped from the banner.

People in later generations don't quite understand why the banner people would rebel against the Qing Dynasty, thinking that all banner people are pampered and therefore extremely evil.

But in fact, this is not the case.

The essence of the Qing court's requirements for the banner people is - both.

The core of the Eight Banners system is - profit from one source.

The Eight Banners cannot farm, cannot do business, and cannot do all the work that Han people do, to avoid the common military households in history, which leads to the loss of combat power.

This kind of thinking is the same as the inherited military households in the Ming Dynasty.

So the result is imaginable.

The only way for the Eight Banners children to survive is to fight on the battlefield. When there is no war, if there is a job, go to work, if there is no job, go to practice martial arts, and wait on the way to the war.

But without a job, no salary, poor in literature and rich in martial arts, how to practice martial arts without money?

So some banner people do nothing and are idle every day.

Why carry a cage to hold a bird?

Zhuo, whatever you do is a crime, then this is legal and compliant.

In the early Qing Dynasty, the income of bannermen was based on the establishment. Men with an establishment had income, and widows also had alimony.

Originally, in the early Qing Dynasty, the positions and salaries were determined based on three male adults. Now, I am afraid that 30 can not be stopped. What about the rest? No way.

This is a typical Malthusian trap, which cannot be overcome or bypassed.

Just like the people in Beijing, when they curse someone, they will not attack the direct line, but say: Zhuo your uncle.

Uncle is the uncle, the elder brother of the father.

In the family, when the grandfather retires, the establishment will be passed to the eldest uncle. The rest are not established, and the whole family depends on the eldest uncle for a living. The eldest uncle is the pillar of the family.

So scolding this is more powerful.

At the beginning, the Qing court allowed the local princes and nobles of the grassland to cultivate the land by themselves.

In fact, the Qing court’s reclamation and the princes and nobles’ reclamation are the same in harm to the herdsmen.

Now they oppose the new policy only because the Qing court took away the silver, and the princes and nobles began to share the same hatred with the herdsmen.

Without pasture, herders began to leave the station.

In the Qing court law, if a bannerman left the station, it was considered as fleeing the banner, which was against the law.

Jebtsundamba sometimes asked Batma Dorji to deal with these matters. If there were too many people fleeing the banner, it would also affect the charity interests of Shabi Yamen and Jebtsundamba, so he was very cruel to such people who fled the banner.

Now no one in Lubin Prefecture has fled the banner, because everyone can have enough food, so he has never paid attention to this matter.

He turned his brain and thought of many countermeasures.

Resistance and oppression are not the best way, but guidance can accelerate integration.

Remove the idea that bannermen are superior to others, abolish their various rights, but also let them have enough food, let them understand that they are just the most ordinary members of the countless people outside the Great Wall, and don't be poor and arrogant all day long. This is the best way to solve the problem.

Wait until everyone has finished writing, and the black puppet craftsman has also finished copying.

Zhao Chuanxin handed the indictment to these people: "Take it back and stamp it, I will wait here, remember to hand in your homework."

Everyone was delighted to hear this.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhao Chuanxin said: "I killed the British envoy Jordan at three o'clock in the morning, and the God of Hell would not keep him alive before five o'clock. Think about it yourself, can you escape."

As soon as these words came out, the fluke mentality that had just risen disappeared.

One after another, some people came back to hand in their homework.

Zhao Chuanxin calculated and calculated, but there was still one Che Lin Qimite who had not come.

Zhao Chuanxin put on the Chaos Armor in full view of the crowd, and the inner and outer wings behind him "whoosh" unfolded, and flew into the air.

Now there is a temporary copper eye on the top of the temple.

He hovered over Cullen for a long time, and Xingyue discovered the figure of Che Linzimit who was trying to escape on horseback.

Zhao Chuanxin dived down.

Che Linqimi looked back while galloping on his horse, for fear that the living Yama would catch up.

At this moment, he felt the wind blowing above his head, as if something was roaring towards him.

He raised his head in confusion, and couldn't help but feel the ghost of the dead.

Zhao Chuanxin threw Che Linqimit off his horse like a hawk catching a chicken.

He stepped on Che Linzimit and stepped his face into the snow: "Run? Can you run?"

Che Linqimi was heartbroken.

It's over, it's over.

Zhao Chuanxin gathered his inner and outer wings, came out of Chaos Armor, and kicked Che Linqimit over.

Then he took a step back, took aim at Che Linzimit's knee, and stomped it!

Click!

"Ouch..."

Zhao Chuanxin lit a cigar: "Run, keep running?"

Che Linzimit shouted: "I won't run away, I won't run away..."

Zhao Chuanxin went over and led the confused horse back: "Get on the horse yourself and run back as fast as you want."

One of Che Linzimit's knees was broken, and he was in severe pain.

He struggled to get on the horse, sweating profusely in pain.

Then he rode his horse back, but if there were bumps, life would be worse than death.

Zhao Chuanxin watched on the spot, and when Che Linqimit walked away, he teleported back to the temple.

When everyone saw that he had just opened his wings and "flyed" away, and now he suddenly came back, they were all startled, and their relaxed hearts became tense again.

Demuchukdorzi carefully inquired: "Where did Chelinchimit go?"

"He originally wanted to run away, but was influenced by Zhao's concern for the country and the people. He is on his way back and will arrive later."

"..."

Then Chelinzimit arrived.

Just a broken leg...

Everyone's scalp was numb.

It's true - you can't escape this person's eyes.