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This is a concession that is not a concession.

When the Eight-Nation Coalition invaded China, the French army took the opportunity to occupy the East Bureau of the Tianjin Machinery Bureau, and at the same time occupied the nearby wasteland to build a barracks. From the barracks to the French garrison headquarters in the purple bamboo forest, a light railway was illegally built in the middle, and a large area of land along the way was illegally occupied by the French.

is the so-called: the musket pointed to the purple bamboo forest, borrowing the land He asked the master. The strong guns hide fallacies, and the weak divisions sell articles under their knees.

The French barracks have long been dismantled, but the shooting range has been preserved and has become a place for foreign devils to have fun.

"This is an M1916 rifle with a magazine capacity of 5 rounds and a bayonet on the front end of the butt." The commander of the French garrison, Li Fusen, personally acted as the commentator, and the foreign devil pulled the bolt of the gun and aimed at the fixed target in front of him.

"Bang!"

One shot hits the bull's-eye.

"Good marksmanship!" Zhou Hexuan clapped his hands in admiration.

Li Fusen explained the essentials, threw the gun to Zhou Hexuan, and said with a smile: "You can try it too." ”

Zhou Hexuan learned to put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aimed at three points and one line, and pulled the trigger - bang!

The long barrel of the spear was raised suddenly, and the huge recoil hit his shoulder. As for the bullet that was fired just now, I don't know where it flew.

Li Fusen laughed: "Haha, Charles, you are very talented in shooting, and you didn't get rid of the rifle for the first time." ”

"I would take that as a compliment." Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly.

Chu Dashuai gave Zhou Hexuan a ten-day long vacation, of course he wanted to take advantage of it, and begged Li Fusen to come to the shooting range to practice his gun. Now that the army is in chaos, there is one more self-defense skill, and you can use it one day.

But the design of this old rifle is really anti-human, and the butt is too short on the shoulder, and the bullet can easily fly into the sky. If you shoot with the butt under your armpit, novices can't play at all, and missing the target is a common thing.

There is no way, Zhou Hexuan can only go from easy to difficult, and first practice the posture of shooting a gun on his stomach, so that it is easier to master the balance.

Li Fusen felt bored for a while, so he went to play his own game, and the garrison commander had to shoot for several hours a week.

"Bang ......"

When Zhou Hexuan fired more than 50 bullets, he was finally able to ensure that he would not miss the target again, and gradually mastered some skills.

Li Xuanzhu looked at the hot eyes beside him, rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Zhou, can you let me touch this gun?" ”

The warlords were supported by the Japanese, and most of the guns they purchased were Japanese-style firearms. As a soldier of Chu Yupu's direct guard, Li Xuanzhu used only 38 big covers of the best guns, and the French M1916 rifle made his hands itch.

"Give!" Zhou Hexuan smiled and handed over the gun.

Li Xuanzhu fumbled for a while, half-crouched and shot at the target, and actually hit the edge of the target. He fired again, this time close to the bull's-eye.

"Not bad!" Zhou Hexuan was surprised. He didn't expect that the silly-looking Li Xuanzhu would be so good at marksmanship, no wonder he could be selected into the guard directly under the commander.

Li Xuanzhu said with a smile: "I'm nothing, the handsome is amazing." ”

Zhou Hexuan handed him a cigarette and asked, "What's so good about Dashuai?" ”

"Where does the big marshal point to hit, just so far away, he can hit the sparrow's eye with one shot," Li Xuanzhu said adoringly, "The big marshal is not only powerful in marksmanship, but also fierce in slashing people." In the past, he led his team to charge every time, carrying a big knife to cut the enemy to pieces, and we veterans obeyed him. ”

Zhou Hexuan was speechless, sure enough, those who can get ahead in this era are not good at it. It is really unimaginable that Chu Yupu, who is more than 1.6 meters small, can still carry a knife and lead the army to charge?

After practicing rifles for half an afternoon, Zhou Hexuan changed to pistol practice.

This short guy makes it even more evil, once the distance exceeds 50 meters, the landing point of the bullet is completely random, and whether it can hit or not depends purely on luck.

Think about the film and television works of later generations, the protagonists can shoot their heads across the street, and the hit rate is comparable to a sniper rifle, it's really a dog!

Fairy tales are all lies......

Li Xuanzhu seemed to be addicted to playing with guns, and on the way back, he was still asking: "Mr. Zhou, when can I go to the shooting range again?" ”

"You like guns so much, you can follow the marshal to the barracks." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Li Xuanzhu said: "The bullets in the barracks are very expensive, how can they be fired as casually as they do today? ”

Only then did Zhou Hexuan remember that at this time, China lacked guns and ammunition, so he didn't dare to let the soldiers come by temperament. A recruit can shoot 10 rounds from conscription to battle, and such a unit can already be called elite.

Especially in the early days of the Republic of China, the warlords fought a wonderful war: the officers of both sides stood behind to supervise the battle, the attackers rushed forward in a swarm, and the defenders picked up their guns and fought indiscriminately. Everyone wanted to finish the bullets quickly, and then there would be a reason to retreat. There was such an interesting story in Sichuan, where the common people helped the old and the young to go out of the city to watch the war, regarded the warlord's war as a report performance, and even shouted "Xiongqi" when watching the excitement!

Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but think: If Lao Tzu had crossed ten years earlier, maybe he would have to lead troops to fight for the world. Even Zhang Zongchang's kind of two goods can be mixed into a handsome party, why can't Lao Tzu?

Of course, this kind of thought is just thinking about it, Zhou Hexuan really doesn't know how to fight.

Now that war is raging in China, Feng Yuxiang's national army is fighting endlessly with the direct army and the Jin army, and Ye Ting's independent regiment has also entered Hunan, and Tang Shengzhi has joined forces with Wu Peifu to fight.

The people everywhere are miserable, but Zhou Hexuan is at ease. He only needs to stay in Tianjin to save his life and wait for the principal to swear in the Northern Expedition, and that Chu Dashuai will not be in the limelight for long.

Zhou Hexuan returned to the concession in a rickshaw, and as soon as he arrived at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, two people rushed up to stop him.

"What the hell!" Li Xuanzhu scolded loudly.

Zhou Hexuan stopped Li Xuanzhu and asked with a smile: "Xiangji, why are you here?" ”

The person who came was Li Shoumin's second brother Li Xiangji, who introduced the middle-aged man next to him and said: "Mr. Zhou, this is my owner Mr. Liu Huicheng Liu, he is the owner of Lili Bookstore. ”

Zhou Hexuan shook hands with Liu Huicheng and said, "Hello Boss Liu." ”

"Mr. Zhou, I'm glad to meet you!"

Liu Huicheng said enthusiastically: "I take the liberty to disturb today, and I invite Haihan." ”

Zhou Hexuan asked directly: "Is there anything Boss Liu looking for me?" ”

"That's right," Liu Huicheng explained, "the Hidden Book Bureau wants to publish Mr. Zhou's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", I wonder if we can discuss one or two? ”

"It's not even finished serializing." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.

Now "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized to Guo Jing and Huang Rong making trouble with the Iron Palm Gang, and as the storyline continues to advance, there are more and more hardcore fans. Readers are all over the provinces of North China, and even some places in the south have book lovers, and they can't sleep every day without chasing more.

Liu Huicheng said: "Although the novel is not finished, one or two single volumes can be published first. ”

"How are royalties calculated?" Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile.

"How about 15%?" Liu Huicheng gave a price in his heart.

The royalties in the Republic of China have always been very high, and the royalties given to Guo Moruo by Taidong Books in the past few years were 10%; Hu Shi's royalty for the first edition of the Crescent Society is 15%, and the second edition is 20%; The royalties given to Lu Xun by Beijing New Book Company are generally 20%, sometimes reaching 25%; Liang Qichao's edition price is the highest, once reaching 40%, and even proposed "self-printing and underwriting, six percent accounting", which means that he pays for printing at his own expense, and the bookstore helps to do agent sales, and the author takes 60% of the money sold.

Zhou Hexuan listened noncommittally and said to Li Xiangji: "Call your brother out for dinner on the weekend, and see you later." ”

After speaking, Zhou Hexuan turned around and walked towards the Marshal's Mansion.

"Wait a minute," Liu Huicheng pulled Zhou Hexuan's sleeve, "Mr. Zhou, the version price is negotiable, I am willing to give 25%!" ”

Good guy, it rose by 10 points all of a sudden, which is equivalent to the highest price of Lu Xun's royalty.

Zhou Hexuan counteroffered: "For the sake of Xiangji's face, the royalty is 30%, and the price of the full set is calculated separately when it is reprinted." ”

Liu Huicheng thought about the hot momentum of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", gritted his teeth and said: "That's it!" ”