Both sides were beaten so hard by Zhao Chuanxin that they dared not show their faces.

Before World War I, not all countries had enough money to equip their armies with weapons at will.

The equipment commonly used by the military is basically not the latest and most advanced weapon.

This team of 150 people has two machine guns, which is already very difficult.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw the retreating U.S. troops in the telescope and the six-pound rapid-fire cannon, he frowned.

He shouted to the residents below: "Run to the east, don't stay at home, go to the small square to take cover, they are going to fire!"

When the Chinese below heard this, they immediately turned pale with horror and ran eastward in panic.

Zhao Chuanxin was not idle either. After saying this, he ran eastward on the crowded roof.

Boom, boom, boom, boom...

Several rounds of artillery shelling were fired at the place where he was, and three of them hit houses, causing wooden boards to fly and dust to fly.

There is no real intention to raze this place to the ground. After all, they still need Chinese workers to do some menial jobs and help them build roads and lay railroad tracks.

After firing a few shots, they stopped the artillery attack, feeling that they had suppressed the opponent and destroyed the "high ground".

So, we started to approach Chinatown.

Zhao Chuanxin did not continue to shoot, but ran on the roof with his back bent.

The terrain got higher and higher as he went east, but he felt like running on flat ground while running on the roof.

Chinatown is a very peculiar place. Not all the buildings here are Chinese-style, but there are also many Western-style buildings. There are many small buildings with two and three floors.

However, you can see that all the people traveling through the period are Chinese workers with big braids.

Seemingly feeling that Zhao Chuanxin was completely suppressed, groups of U.S. troops began to enter Chinatown.

Just then, gunfire rang out.

Zhao Chuanxin opened fire at the American troops on the street in a residential building. The Madsen machine gun was very reliable in killing people. With people close to each other, a shuttle shot down and killed more than ten people.
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The others who were beaten were unable to lift their heads and looked for bunkers to cover themselves.

When the gunfire stopped, they began to fight back, shooting at the house one after another.

When they rushed in, they saw that the glass windows in the private house had been neatly cut open, and the building was already empty.

Gunfire rang out from time to time on the street.

Sporadic American troops fell.

There is nothing they can do about the elusive Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxuan took out the five Madsen machine guns in turn to use them, so as to facilitate cooling.

The window on the second-story building was opened, and Madsen set it up. He glanced at the American soldiers below who were as cautious as if they were entering a village, and then turned around and left.

As long as the gun is fired by Zhao Chuanxin, someone will inevitably fall.

This has become an iron rule, and all the U.S. troops present are terrified.

The battle lasted for half an hour, with nearly forty American casualties!

They had lost their will to fight and began to retreat.

A Yankee stood up and shouted: "Why don't you come out and talk?"

I don't know where someone shouted: "Go tell Roosevelt and ask him to cancel the Chinese Exclusion Act. Otherwise, not only today, I will go to other cities to kill people. I will kill the police in the entire West."

over and over again, causing your army to suffer heavy casualties until he agrees to do it!"

Yu Wenxuan and his men, who were hiding in a nearby house, also heard the conversation and looked at each other for a moment.

It turns out that he was fighting for the "Chinese Exclusion Act"?

"This is not something I can decide. You put down your weapons first, and we will resolve it peacefully."

"Sorry, I won't lay down my arms. Either I die or Roosevelt agrees."

"Then, we will kill you here with huge casualties."

"Haha, I am smiling to the sky with my sword across my shoulder, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact! Come on, let me see how many of you will die."

At this time, the US military captured more than a dozen Chinese, put guns to their heads and said, "If you don't come out, I will shoot them."

"Okay, you do it."

Zhao Chuanxin didn't take it seriously: "You kill one, and I'll kill ten of you."

The Chinese shouted: "Don't shoot, it's none of my business..."

Bang!

Fell down.

Tata Tata...

The U.S. military was attacked again, and only five were killed, not ten.

"Haha, come on, shoot. If you die, you will die. What are you afraid of?"

"Crazy, this is a lunatic!"

"He will not surrender or compromise. He does not care about the lives of the Chinese here."

If you want to minimize casualties, you have to fight to the end.

When the other party understands that they will never be threatened, they will not use hostages to coerce them.

Just like Somali pirates, other countries will compromise and pay ransom, but Maozi is not used to that problem and dares to clamor to kill you directly.

What's the result? No one takes the Somali pirates seriously, so they don't dare to pursue Maozi's ideas.

This character must be set firmly so that it will be easier for him to act in the future.

He has long been prepared for this, even for Lugang Town.

The other side has withdrawn its troops.

We can't blame them for being incompetent. We can only say that their opponents' weapons and equipment are too advanced, and their endless ammunition is simply an unsolved mystery.

Even machine guns need to be cooled down, but the opponent doesn't seem to need to cool down. You can keep hitting them until they are frightened!

Zhao Chuanxin watched them retreat slowly, then appeared on the street with a cigar in his mouth.

The Chinese people here look at him with complicated eyes.

They hated Zhao Chuanxin for not taking their lives seriously, but they were in awe of Zhao Chuanxin's fighting power and his determination to fight for the rights and interests of the Chinese.

A strong man holding a Eight-Zhan Sword in both hands gritted his teeth and said: "Because of you, my house was destroyed by artillery fire! Why don't you put down your weapons and fight with me!"

Zhao Chuanxin looked at him as if he were a fool.

This man's Eight-Zhan Sword should be the kind of knife used for practicing Wing Chun. It's not long and looks like a kitchen knife.

"Haha, that's good, I'll make it happen for you."

Zhao Chuanxin touched his hand back and saw that the gun was gone and there was a Cossack cavalry sword in his hand.

He didn't even say hello, he just slashed at me with a knife in one hand.

The man's pupils shrank and he quickly raised his swords to fight.

Unexpectedly, the force of this knife was so strong that when he held it with both hands, his arms were pressed down so much that his head was chopped open.

Then, the opponent quickly raised the knife again, chopped, raised the knife, chopped, raised the knife, chopped...

Just one move back and forth!

Sparks flew out, and his Eight-Zhan Sword was full of gaps.

Zhao Chuanxin used to use spider legs, which were more than ten or twenty times heavier than the Cossack cavalry sword.

This thing weighs more than a kilogram in total and is 95 centimeters long. In his hand, it is no different from swinging a small wooden stick.

The man was beaten until he was unable to fight back.

Cold sweat was pouring down, and I sat down on the ground.

Zhao Chuanxin threw away the cavalry sword that was full of gaps and spat: "With this little ability, you still have to fight a damn duel? Are you kidding me? I only have one hand, and I can't fight you back."

Is there anyone who wants to duel? You can use a knife or a gun. What kind of gang, who knows how to use a knife or an ax, I will beat you all by myself!"

Yes, he killed the entire U.S. Army by himself. Do their unarmed civilians dare to scream at him? Obviously not!

When no one spoke again, Zhao Chuanxin shouted: "Yu Wenxuan, where is the bastard Yu Wenxuan?"

Yu Wenxuan led people out of the crowd with a flattering smile on his face: "I'm here, I'm here."
Chapter completed!