Hans von Pleasant is gone.
Hans von Pleasant, who had walked away, looked back from his horse and saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the cold wind, his coat fluttering and cigar smoke spiraling into the sky.
His uneasy feeling became stronger and he began to gallop on his horse.
He did not forget to tell the coachman, "Go back and tell the emperor that the gold marks on the carriage are gone, completely gone."
After walking to a safe distance, Hans von Pule Sen took out his telescope and watched. The figure became blurry on the lens, and adjusting the focus did not help. This indicated that it was the right time to order the gunfire, so he did so.
Boom, boom, boom
Hans von Pleasant never put down his telescope, and he vaguely saw a blurry figure suddenly disappearing.
He thought he was dazzled by looking at it for too long. After all, he had not blinked for a long time, which had caused his eyes to become tired and shed tears.
Look at how much he went through many twists and turns, and finally made the butcher of the Far East pay the price with his life.
"Blow it up, blow it up to death." Hans von Plessen wiped his tearful eyes, roared loudly, mounted his horse and ran towards the artillery position.
He eagerly wanted to operate the artillery himself. He had a great time shooting two 150-meter howitzers, and it was not worth the worry.
His wish came true.
He pushed away a veteran and fired the gun at the angle he had already adjusted.
In the wild bombing, he could no longer hear whether the shells he fired exploded.
Hans von Pleasant actually only fired one shot before he lost interest, became anxious again, and unconfidently asked the veteran next to him, "Do you think he was killed?"
"Sir, I'm not sure about this." The veteran was ambiguous. "After all, we have tried many times without success."
After hearing the inaccurate answer, Hansen von Pleasant was somewhat confused. Angry and embarrassed, "Why doesn't he just die?"
At this moment, someone patted him on the shoulder and said in a more anxious voice than he did, "Blank, blow someone up, you're going to waste so much effort, do you guys have any?" "Accurate"
Hans von Pleasant was just about to get angry, but he was shocked, turned his head in disbelief, and saw Zhao Chuanxin wearing soft gold armor, with his mask pulled open, holding a cigar in his mouth and looking at him with a smile. .
The artillery veteran also turned his head, trembling all over, gave up the artillery, and ran away on errands.
While running, he shouted "The Butcher of the Far East is coming"
"Sir, I" Hans von Pleasant is no longer as arrogant as before.
There was only fear left in his heart.
Zhao Chuanxin bared his teeth, "You can't even shoot accurately, so I must punish you."
After saying that, he kicked Hans von Pleasant in the knee.
The power of the soft gold armor, the power of the violent armor, and the power of Zhao Chuanxin were superimposed, and he easily kicked the Kaiser's adjutant's leg off.
Click
"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 stuck the butt of the cigarette in Hans von Pleassen's mouth. The only thing left in his scream was "wuwuwu" and green smoke came out until the cigar was extinguished.
Zhao Chuanxin closed his visor, stretched, moved his neck, clapped his hands and said, "Come on, let us bleed into a river"
As he said that, he started running quickly, walking along the The artillery position was galloping, and the modified Lugang 1907 in my hand kept firing.
In the past two days, Xingyue made him enough magazines, which were filled with bullets equipped with alloy warheads and oil-based gunpowder.
Hans von Plessen, whose voice box had become hoarse, saw each artilleryman being hit in the head by Zhao Chuanxin accurately. Even when they were running at high speed, they would never hit the neck if they hit the head. Above, his marksmanship is terrifying.
After running fifty meters and killing more than thirty artillerymen, Zhao Chuanxin held a gun to the head of the last one.
Bang.
After that, he loaded the howitzer, quickly adjusted the elevation angle, and fired a shot in a certain direction.
Boom
Seven or eight of the German soldiers who were ambushing behind the barbed wire were blown away by the air wave, and their flesh and blood were torn apart by the splinters, and they didn't even have time to scream.
Hans von Pleasant was in pain, but at this time he completely forgot about the pain. His body was like chaff, and a chill rose uncontrollably from the bottom of his heart.
"He knows it all, he knows it all"
This was the only thought lingering in his mind.
After Zhao Chuanxin fired two cannons, he suddenly disappeared and reappeared at the trench.
With the trench broom Winchester 1897 in his hand and the gun 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 surged in the trench, and the blood mist rose from the rows of Maxim machine gunners. People died one by one.
"Ah, the Far East Butcher is coming"
The machine gunners in the trench at the corner shrank to avoid being swept away by the Winchester 1897.
Xingyue re-made a batch of Xingyue 1908 grenades for Zhao Chuanxin.
He pulled out the safety bolt, waited for a moment and threw it towards the trench.
With great accuracy, Xingyue 1908 fell into the trench.
Boom
The two of them were blown away to both sides by the air waves.
The machine gunner further away reacted and turned his gun to prepare for a hard blow.
Zhao Chuanxin bent his knees slightly, jumped lightly, and jumped into the trench to move forward at leisure.
Tata Tata
Zhao Chuanxin bent down to avoid the hail of bullets, walked to the T-junction ahead, held a Xingyue 1908 in each hand and threw it towards both sides.
Boom, boom.
Then he lay down at the T-junction, set up a Xingyue 1909 light aircraft, and shot towards the north.
Tata Tata
The smoke and flying dust can blockHuman sight cannot stop Xingyue's detection.
Zhao Chuanxin relied on the devil's foresight to provide a personnel distribution map, so he could strike accurately.
The man fell over his back, and the blood flowed into a river.
Field Marshal Leopold Maximian deployed four lines of defense for Zhao Chuanxin, one was an artillery position, one was barbed wire, one was a trench, and the last one was one mile behind the trench. army.
At this time, the artillery positions, barbed wire fences and trenches were all destroyed, 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.
Tata Tata
When the belt of a Maxim was empty, Zhao Chuanxin only had to jump, immediately jump to the next Maxim and continue shooting.
The trenches dug by the German army were all used as wedding dresses for Zhao Chuanxin.
Stealing the chicken will end up losing the rice.
Among August Victoria's children, the most beautiful was undoubtedly Victoria Louise Hohenzollern, who was seventeen years old and in the full bloom of youth.
In the south of the city, cannons rumbled and gunfire burst, but Victoria Louis was extremely confident.
She said to her mother, "Father will definitely make that Zhao Chuanxin look good, right mother?"
The belligerent William II only looks good when he is with his family. Relaxed and casual. However, he still can't help but dominate his children's lives.
This has a particularly serious impact on the characters of several children.
Just like Victoria Louise, she thinks that Germany is the most awesome in the world, and the rest are trash.
There is no way, her father William II has this attitude.
Auguste 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."
Joa Prince Shim loudly refuted his mother, "Zhao Chuanxin is nothing but a god. He is just a liar. Look, my father will kill him today."
August Victoria thought of Zhao Chuanxin Miraculously, she quickly covered her youngest son Joachim's mouth and said, "Be careful, maybe God can hear you."
Victoria Louise curled her lips towards her youngest brother.
Joachim struggled away and said loudly, "Father will be angry if he hears you say this, and he will definitely be."
August Victoria shouted "Shut up" Mouth, I won’t allow you to say these words today, not today." And in the other office, Wilhelm II, Leopold Maximian and Bertmann Hollweg were also there. Speculations are being made on the outcome of the war.
William II seemed very excited. He was pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back, thinking about many pictures.
As he thought about it, he turned around and pieced together Zhao Chuanxin's shattered body, preserved it as cured meat or dried meat, and then showed it to Nicholas II for a good look.
The guy who made him disgraced was vulnerable to the German army.
With just a little trick, Zhao Chuan can be wiped out.
He is very happy with success and has always been fascinated by such things as conquest.
Batemann Hollweg felt relaxed after hearing Hans von Pleasant say that he had successfully poisoned Zhao Chuanxin. He felt that the overall situation had been decided and Zhao Chuanxin could not make a comeback this time.
Only Leopold Maximian, after hearing the sound of gunfire for so long, his face became serious.
William II noticed the veteran's demeanor and wondered, "Leopold, what's wrong with you?"
Leopold Maximian frowned deeply. Your Majesty, maybe we have to prepare for the worst."
After hearing this, Long Yan was furious, "It's already this time, but you are saying depressing words."
Leopold Maximian shook his head, "If everything went well, the fighting wouldn't have lasted so long. Listen, the gunfire is still going on."
William II's face was clouded by what he said. .
Batemann Hollweg was unbearable. The two sides were fighting and almost wanted to leave first.
William II was very stubborn, "Just wait, there will be good news later."
There is definitely no good news.
Leopold Maximian planned the four-layered position with great foresight. It was a dragnet for ordinary people, but it was leaking from all directions for Zhao Chuanxin who could flash.
Especially after occupying the trenches, the trenches became an insurmountable gap for the rearmost infantry and cavalry.
Those jets of hot blood irrigated the cold land, and over time even evaporated a layer of mist.
After Zhao Chuanxin repelled two attacks and completely disabled the dragoons, the German army was completely defeated.
Thousands of German troops fled in all directions.
Zhao Chuanxin took the time to exit Soft Gold Armor, peed, and smoked a cigarette.
He was a little tired.
In this kind of battlefield, he will not be killed, but he may die from exhaustion.
After all, it requires a high degree of concentration and the state cannot last long.
Zhao Chuanxin was lying 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 met him before.
He had a grenade fragment stuck in his body and two shotgun beads embedded in it.
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 feels quite interesting.
He took out a piece of steel, refining it with the Old God's crucible brand, and melted it into a pair of long tweezers.
Break Heinz open with a knifeWilliam Guderian's clothes, the tweezers were inserted into the wound, and the fragments and two marbles were accurately clamped out.
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 anything 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 the Maxim ammunition chain box and sat on it.
I handed Heinz Wilhelm Guderian a cigarette, and the other person coughed heartbreakingly. The cough pulled at the wound, and there was another burst of wailing.
"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 was a talent. It would be a pity to die."
Heinz Wilhelm Guderian said seriously, "Mr. I will repay your kindness."
Zhao Chuanxin looked at his immature face and said cheerfully, "Okay, I only want repayment for my good deeds. If you are still alive in ten years. It’s time to go to China to find me.”
“”
This is the first time I heard someone ask for something in return.
After all, there are many hypocrites in the world and few true villains.
Heinz Wilhelm Guderian nodded solemnly, "Sir, I will."
But Zhao Chuanxin was thinking that after ten years of fighting, if this kid is not dead yet , I guess he can at least fight, and he is a veteran, so he can come in handy.
Zhao Chuanxin cares about communication.
Stones from other mountains can attack jade.
It was so close to the Ming and Qing dynasties that the consequences of working behind closed doors were still vivid in their minds. At this time, people deeply hated being closed to the country, rather than labeling anything advanced other than themselves.
Zhao Chuanxin cannot help but be tainted with some 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, watched the not-so-small Maxim heavy machine gun and ammunition box disappear for no reason before his eyes, and 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 Maxim and scolded, "Being a man must be scientific."
"Ah this"
For the next time, Zhao Chuanxin waited for William II to wave the white flag and give in.
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 campAfter planning, he took off the clothes from his colleague's body and wrapped himself tightly in three layers.
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 is the dining table. Two goblets on the dining table are 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 mixed with arsenic, otherwise it would give you a wonderful frosted taste."
Heinz Wilhelm Guderian shuddered, "Sir, I don't think arsenic is suitable 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 stove does not need to be ignited, it will burn in a moment.
Zhao Chuanxin was a little worried about the 150-mm howitzers in the artillery position, but then he thought about it, he had no suitable place to store them, and besides, the No. 19 eye was inserted at the Krupp Steelmaking Plant in Essen. Is it possible to have a building near the water? Do you have to worry about running out of artillery?
Zhao Chuanxin now has the ability to imitate various types of artillery by himself.
Heinz Wilhelm Guderian has been secretly sizing up his idol.
Zhao Chuanxin rubbed his chin and thought, his eyes drifting from side to side. It was obvious that his thoughts were far away.
What Zhao Chuanxin thought was that he could imitate the fearless pioneers and expand the warehouse infinitely under the white house in the small village of Quitsalan in Puebla City, Puebla State.
Although that 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. < /p>
Heinz William Pleasant lowered his head and looked at the copper eyes, looking over and over again, but found nothing out of the ordinary.
But when he looked up again, Zhao Chuanxin had disappeared.
He stood up in horror and looked around. Where was Zhao Chuanxin?
Zhao Chuanxin used the energy fluctuation convergence rune fragments to teleport to the white house.
At this time, the sun was rising in 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 half-grown man and a little fat man came together with the sheep.
When the little fat man saw Zhao Chuanxin standing in the small courtyard, his squinted eyes widened and he quickly ran over, "Sir, you are back."
The little fat man was anxious He said, "Juwencio, don't run. Mr. Toric will beat me if you run around."
Hearing this, the little fat man Juwencio Toric slowed down and waited for the little boy to say, "Ah Jure, this is me and youSaid gentleman. Sir, his name is Agureida. My father hired him to herd our sheep. "
Zhao Chuanxin came to his senses and waited until the two people approached before speaking, "Hu Wenxiao, do you know who owns this house?"
"Sir, my name is Hu Wenxiotto Rick, not Hu Wenxiao. "
"Okay, Hu Wenxiao. ”
Juvencio Torik was helpless “Sir, this house belongs to Nachito Gomez, who 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 Toric could speak, the sheepherder Agureida said disdainfully, “Sir, the Gomez brothers’ house is not easy to buy. I advise you not to provoke the Gomez brothers.” . ”
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