The mage in the late Qing Dynasty

In Zhao Chuanxin's design draft, he drew a fishman from Hellboy with a diving suit on top.

This kind of weird painting attracts children's attention.

Xian Yuqing was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin's hand painting with precision and speed like a printer.

At this time in China, it was common to use splashing ink and brush strokes, mainly freehand brushwork, and Xian Yuqing had no chance to see Western paintings.

Zhao Chuanxin actually has a rich imagination and a strong sense of space, but he does not have the ability to create combinations out of thin air like his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.

He pointed at the wetsuit: "Look where you need to improve. I can spread the water."

The little old man never had a design draft for the water tank. He scratched his head and said, "No need to bother."

Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to follow the little old man's habits.

Even if there is no design draft, with the help of Zhao Chuanxin, the little old man feels like a duck in water.

He just made a gesture, Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife like flying, and the skin of the war was cut instantly.

The little old man said: "Then you should cut off this piece of shark skin. If you want to do this..."

He made a casual stroke, and Zhao Chuanxin raised the knife and dropped it.

Pieces of shark skin quickly formed.

The little old man smeared the seams with isinglass and then sewed them.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it: "You know how to use flat stitches now? Let me teach you a few stitches..."

Little old man: "..."

Should you do it or should I?

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about so many things, such as hidden stitches, overlock stitches, satin stitches... Especially the back stitching method that needs to be sewn firmly and easily torn.

The joints of the little old man's hands are swollen, which is obviously caused by rheumatism caused by living at sea or near the sea for a long time, so his movements are a bit clumsy.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took the shark skin over and said, "You tell me, I'll do it."

In fact, all kinds of handicrafts are Zhao Chuanxin's specialty.

War and everything else are amateurish.

The little old man scratched his head when he saw that his fingers were very thick, but they were flying up and down quickly and accurately. They were more flexible than the fingers of women with thin skin and tender flesh.

Xian Yuqing said: "Uncle, you are so good. My mother's needlework is not as good as yours."

In ancient times, female workers also had a hierarchy.

Many skills in needlework are still secrets.

Sewing and mending can also be sold for money.

While Zhao Chuanxin was busy at work, a group of snot-nosed kids were muttering and sharing snacks, even hiding some, not knowing what to do.

As the evening glow filled the sky, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the half-finished water support, stretched out and said, "You can do the rest yourself, and I'll pick it up tomorrow."

The little old man stood up, crossed his legs and took two steps: "It will be done by noon tomorrow."

"No need to send it off." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand: "Children, let's go."

When they left in a noisy manner, the old lady asked anxiously: "What a fool, how can you let him do it by himself? Are you going to refund half of the money for the work?"

The little old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This is also a strange man. He buys coquettish food and books for unrelated children at the market, regardless of reward, and speaks passionately. I don't expect him to care about it."

The old lady felt relieved.

…

Night falls.

The bombardment at Zhennanguan finally stopped.

People up and down the mountain began to light fires and make food.

Huang Mingtang called Shuangxi: "Mr. Zhang, the fire must not be extinguished at night. It must be seen by the Qing army so that they will be unprepared. Open a gap in the early morning and the army will take a small road and leave at night. If the Qing army is not aware of it, nothing can be said. What if? If there is any disharmony, it all depends on Mr. Zhang.”

Shuangxi said nothing, just nodded and left.

He gathered the remaining pistol squad and counted them. Together with him and Wang Long, there were seventeen people in total.

Shuangxi whispered: "Everyone, I am a real person, I am not lying. As long as I am still here in Gada, I will not give up on anyone. If there is a fight, just listen to my command. If you listen, you will survive."

By the light of the fire, he looked at a group of pale pistol soldiers.

There was no emotion on Shuangxi's face, no sadness, anger or fear.

These people knew that these two people were capable and couldn't help but nodded in conviction.

Wang Long added: "Seven of you are following me, and the other eight are divided into two teams with Brother Shuangxi. When I say charge, whoever wants to hold you back in Gada, I will be the first to defeat you. Charge, I will be at the front." . Mao Dajin is dead, and I will die in front of you, do you understand?"

"Understand!"

The Qing army at the foot of the mountain was soundly asleep.

There was an anxious atmosphere on the mountain.

It's early morning.

Huang Mingtang gathered people and began to dismantle the fort.

A gap was opened and a group of people filed out.

Huang Mingtang was at the back of the team and patted Shuangxi on the shoulder: "It's up to you."

Shuangxi leaned against the pillar, half-closed his eyes to rest his mind, and just nodded slightly.

Huang Mingtang sighed when he saw this, turned around and left.

At the foot of the mountain, Chen Bingkun got up at night to urinate.

Instinctively, he raised his head and glanced at Zhennanguan, only to see the firelight and no movement.

The sound of rushing water came, and Chen Bingkun shivered.

Just as he was about to lift his pants, he suddenly heard something rustling in the grass and trees.

He was startled and didn't bring a gun. He just pulled out a dagger he carried as a warning, thinking it was a wild beast in the mountains.

But when the thing rolled nearby, he saw clearly that it turned out to be a round stone.

Chen Bingkun frowned and looked at the stone. One side was dry and the other was wet, with soil still attached to it.

This shows that the rolling stone was originally embedded in the soil and was turned over and rolled down.

He raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

"Zeng tube, something is wrong."

Zeng Shaohui, a senior management officer stationed in Dalian, was shaken awake. The boss was unhappy: "What's wrong?"

"Either they want to take a small road to sneak attack, or they just want to escape."

"How do you know?"

"I just got up at night and saw rolling rocks on the mountain. Someone must have accidentally touched them."

Zeng Shaohui yawned: "Chen Bangtong, it's just a stone, don't make a fuss."

"But if something goes wrong, you and I will not be able to absolve ourselves of the blame. We must not delay the military aircraft and be careful not to make a big mistake."

Zeng Shaohui sighed: "Then send a team of people to investigate."

The weather is cold and the moon is bright and the stars are few.

Shuangxi waited for a while, but didn't notice anything was wrong, so he called Wang Long: "Suck up the new torch and light it. Let's go back together."

The pistol squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone hurriedly changed the torches, and then with the faint light of the sky, they crossed the open gap and got into the dense forest on the mountain trail.

One by one, they hunkered down and took small steps, sneaking away.

As they were walking, Wang Long, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, raised his arm and gestured towards the back.

This is his habit, and the insurance team has its own tactical sign language.

However, the rebel army's pistol squad did not have that kind of tacit understanding.

As soon as he stopped, the person behind him bumped directly into his back.

Wang Long was so annoyed that he could only shout in a low voice: "Wait a minute."

Only then did everyone stop drinking.

Wang Long listened attentively and suddenly said: "Someone is coming up the mountain."

The news reached Shuangxi, who was in the middle of the team, and Shuangxi said: "Ambush."

The Qing army who climbed the mountain to investigate in the middle of the night was so tired that he cursed his mother.

"In the middle of the night, you don't teach people to sleep well. It's really..."

"I have always dreamed of marrying a big-assed aunt..."

It wasn't until the Qing troops holding torches got closer that the rebel pistol soldiers heard clearly.

Wang Long glanced at Shuangxi.

Shuangxi said: "From what I heard, there are not many people, maybe twenty or thirty people. Eat them."

Wang Long remembered being hit in the back by someone before, and muttered: "Our insurance team can do it, but these guys may fail more than they succeed."

Shuangxi said: "No matter how many there are, use the bayonet as much as possible. Once the gun fires, fight quickly and run away immediately after the fight."

When the Qing army approached, Shuangxi and Wang Long moved at the same time, followed by a group of pistol soldiers with earth-colored faces and daggers.

Wang Long jumped over the hurdle and a fallen tree, ducking close to the Qing army.

Pfft...

Pfft...

In an instant, Shuangxi and Wang Long each eliminated a Qing soldier and aimed at the remaining targets.

When it comes to the pistol squad at the back, although they have been fighting with the Qing army during this period, neither side has reached the point of close combat.

Fighting with a bayonet is completely different from the lively battle far away. Everyone's face is earthy and their hands and feet are weak.

Some of them stabbed the knife in the wrong place.

Some simply stabbed them in the belt and were blocked.

Instantly, noises broke out: "Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

Double Happiness is extremely helpless.

He saw that a Qing soldier nearby had raised his rifle and aimed at a pistol soldier who was entangled with the Qing army. He stepped forward, raised the knife in his hand and raised the muzzle of the Qing soldier's gun at the same time.

boom……

Bullets floated into the sky.

The gun has already been fired, so there is no need to hide it.

Wang Long took out a Winchester M1894 from his bag. This lever rifle was also designed by John Browning and has always been regarded as a classic by the United States, but it is extremely rare on the battlefield.

Because a bolt-action rifle can be pulled over the shoulder to aim, while a lever rifle needs to turn the bolt and re-aiming over the shoulder, which exposes the shooting posture and delays time.

Zhao Chuanxin purchased a batch and kept them in the arsenal, with few people willing to use them.

But Wang Long loved this kind of gun very much.

He killed a Qing soldier with one blow and took out the Winchester M1894 without holding it against his shoulder. He held the handguard in his left hand and quickly turned the gun with his right hand.

boom!

Without leaning over the shoulder to aim and relying entirely on feeling, he was able to hit the target with one shot from a distance of twenty steps.

Bang, bang, bang...

The tubular magazine of this rifle can hold 9 rounds of bullets.

Wang Long shot while walking, but his shots did not miss.

Shuangxi uses the Mapai Luzi, which also only advances but never retreats. He is closer to the enemy. In a chaotic battle, he usually has to fire at least two shots against the enemy before changing the target.

In a moment, Shuangxi eliminated the last person in front of him. He looked up and saw a pistolman slamming the trigger into the air to empty the magazine of the shell gun.

He shouted: "Ceasefire, ceasefire..."

When everyone took a look, they realized that the enemy had been wiped out...

In an ambush, three of the pistol soldiers died, and four others were defeated, but it was no serious problem.

There were seventeen people, and now only 14 are left.

Shuangxi glanced at his dead comrade: "Pick up the quick rifle ammunition on the Qing army and leave quickly."

The rest of the pistol squad had just witnessed the fighting power of Shuangxi and Wang Long, coupled with the deadly fight just now, they were completely helpless, so they became more obedient.

But the adrenaline rush subsided, and my hands and feet became even more weak.

Shuangxi and Wang Long led the team in front, and after a while, they fell about twenty meters away.

Wang Long watched the firelight shining at the foot of the mountain and listened to the roar of the Qing soldiers. A trace of ferocity appeared on his face: "Brother Shuangxi, why don't we use them as cannon fodder..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shuangxi flatly refused: "No. It's a good saying about passing on the salary. You must learn to fight against the wind. Except for our insurance team, everyone outside fights with this virtue. You have to get used to it slowly."

I feel irritable, I owe a chapter, I will make up for it later.