The old master looked back and saw that several bandits were no longer fighting, but rushed towards the fallen bandits, and he knew that it should be the leader of the bandits.

The bullets in Duan Qirui's pistol were empty, he opened the magazine unhurriedly, and quickly reloaded the bullets, and some bandits shot at him, all of which were blocked by a thick copper plate used as a shield beside him, and after a while, he loaded the bullets and started shooting again, two shots rang out, and two more thieves fell off their horses.

The bandits were immediately demoralized by a sudden and terrible blow, and although their combat skills and weapons were much higher than those of the dart masters, after the leader was killed, they had no intention of fighting because they were outnumbered, and soon they fled on horseback.

When the gunfire finally fell silent, only blood and dead bodies were left everywhere.

The old dart master came to Duan Qirui's side, looked at the young man who was still a little sluggish and wooden with the eyes of a refugee camp, and asked for a long time, "Aren't you injured?" Brat? ”

Duan Qirui shook his head.

"You are so handsome marksman, where did you learn to shoot foreign guns?" The old master looked at the corpse of the bandit leader who had fallen to the ground, and there was a bloody hole in his head, which was bubbling out.

"I grew up in the camp when I was a little pee." Duan Qirui smiled and replied.

He was not a lie, when he was 7 years old, he was taken by his grandfather Duan Pei to the third battalion of the Ming Army directly under the Ming Army in Suqian, Jiangsu, until he went to Weihai to join his uncle Duan Congde, he had been living in the barracks, and marksmanship was the foundation laid at that time.

"Where did you find this plum pistol?" The old dart master couldn't help but be taken aback when he saw that the revolver in his hand turned out to be an ivory handle, and the body and barrel were covered with exquisite patterns.

He remembered when Duan Qirui came. Except for a silver dollar and some clothing. But I have never seen such a precious pistol.

"You're betting on this dart. That's a lot of good stuff. Duan Qirui smiled, threw the carved ivory-handled revolver in his hand to the old dart master, and pointed to a box that had been cracked beside him.

The old dart master stepped forward to take a closer look, only to find that the wooden box that was originally attached to the seal of the Yuanshun Dart Bureau had been broken, revealing the contents inside, and he didn't see anything else, but another exquisite wooden box with silver and foreign letters inlaid with pistol bullets, he really saw it.

"It's a pity. This copper screen has been broken, brother, you are afraid that you will lose money on this trip. Duan Qirui pointed to the square copper plate beside him that he had used as a shield in the battle just now and said.

The old dart master looked in the direction he was pointing, and realized that it was a bronze screen carved with a magnificent floral pattern, and several places on it had been deformed by bullets.

When the old dart master saw this copper screen, he remembered why this box was so heavy, and now it was still cracked, and the reason was because of this copper screen.

The patterns on this copper screen are all hand-carved, and you can see at a glance that it is the handwriting of a famous copper engraver. It's worth a lot of money, and now it's broken by bullets. However, the old dart master didn't feel a pity - if it hadn't helped Duan Qirui just now, all of them might have died at the hands of the bandits by now.

"The loss of this piece is counted in my account." The sound of the dart head came from behind him, and the old dart master looked back and saw two dart players limping with the dart head in their hands.

"Thank you little brother for today's incident." The dart head looked at Duan Qirui and said in a hoarse voice.

"Yuan Shun is still stronger than other dart games, and he knows that after changing the musket, he no longer only relies on the original sword, gun, bow and arrow." Duan Qirui looked at the dartman who had suffered heavy casualties and sighed, "But it's still a lot worse to deal with the bandits, the bandits all use foreign guns, and everyone still uses muskets, no matter how many people there are, how can they beat it?" ”

"The court has always strictly controlled firearms, if it weren't for the trouble with long hair and dreadlocks, and there were foreigners in the court, we people may not even be able to use muskets now, let alone foreign guns." The dart head said hatefully.

"This time it's just the right thing to do." As he spoke, one of the darts picked up a horse pistol dropped by the bandits, and fiddled with it happily.

"Want to use a foreign gun? I can't recognize all the foreign numbers, it's not that easy! The dart head said in a deep voice, shook off the hand of the person who was helping him, stepped forward and snatched the horse pistol, and then removed the bullet belt from the body of the bandit, and handed it to Duan Qirui.

"Little brother, take it, it's easy to use on the road. This foreign gun, only you can use it smoothly. The dart head said, and took out a heavy red envelope from his arms and stuffed it into Duan Qirui's hand, "This is a little bit of my heart on behalf of everyone, please accept it." ”

Duan Qirui took the pistol and bullet bag, but pushed the red envelope back, "It's not easy for you and everyone to take this dart, and you have lost the dart, so don't be polite to me." As long as you waive my travel expenses and let me go to Weihai with everyone. ”

Seeing that Duan Qirui resolutely refused to accept Xie Yin, the dart head sighed, and he didn't insist anymore. After cleaning the battlefield, burying the dead, and marking them, the darts hurried on the road.

That night, Duan Qirui arrived at the Huaijun camp stationed in Weihai, and saw Duan Qirui actually carrying a horse pistol, Duan Congde, who was in charge of the camp, was surprised, Duan Qirui told him what happened on the way, Duan Congde immediately realized that the bandits encountered by the caravan might be deserters in the local garrison of Shandong (this is also one of the "important legacies" left by Ding Zhihuang, the former governor of Shandong), and immediately ordered the military camp to enter a state of alert, and asked Duan Qirui to write down the incident, and he wrote to the local government and other garrisons to prepare for pursuit.

After Duan Qirui took off his suit and settled down, he immediately began to write down the details of the battle with the bandits, and after a short time, he wrote a book and presented it to Duan Congde, Duan Congde was very surprised that he had written it so quickly, and after reading it, he praised Duan Qirui's writing, and immediately asked Duan Qirui to make the camp documents. Duan Qirui has been in the Weihai camp since then.

But Duan Qirui didn't know that it wouldn't be long before someone who changed the fate of his life would appear in front of him.

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Liaodong, Lushunkou, Tieshan Town.

"The beginning of man. Sex is good ......" came from the sound of reading in the school. A child herding cattle passes by. I was immediately drawn to the sound. He tied the ox to the stone in front of the horse and walked straight into the courtyard of the school. A few pots of flowers dotted the front yard, the grass covered most of the open space, and a few winding paths led to the inner hall, from where the sound came from. The students were concentrating on reading, but the gentleman holding the ring ruler at the front desk saw the teenager. The ragged clothes show that his family background is different from that of the young man in the house. The morning light shines brightly on the child's eyes. The white-haired gentleman clearly saw his eyes, a sense of déjà vu. At some point, he put down the ring ruler in his hand and walked out.

"What's your name, kid?" The gentleman stroked the child's head with one hand and felt his body tremble with timidity.

"I ...... My name is Zhang Yanlin......" Before he finished speaking, he turned around and ran away. Leaving Mr. to smile alone, Mr. wanted to catch up, but after all, he didn't take a step.

The school was funded and established by the Sailor Battalion, and was nominally opened in accordance with the imperial court's "Daxing Western" to cultivate talents who studied both Chinese and Western. In fact, it is to restrain the young masters who have nothing to do all day, otherwise. Just these people are enough to turn the whole town upside down, and besides, some of them will inherit thousands of family fortunes in the future, and they must learn to behave in the world. And the gentleman is only teaching, and he doesn't care about recruiting students, and the person in charge sent by the sailor battalion is responsible for this. Therefore, in addition to the teachers and students, they can be seen in the school, that is, his servants.

The next day, Zhang Yulin came again. This time, he chose a remote corner outside the school, under a ventilated windowsill. He tried to listen, repeating it with a twig on the shallow sand, stroke by stroke, all of which seemed to be laborious, but there was no irritation on his face again.

The gentlemen looked at him, and he smiled, but did not speak.

Before I knew it, it was almost noon, and when the school was over, the carriage of the young masters stepped out of the shallow dust, and Zhang Yulin knew that he was going to herd cattle. He ran out of the school in a panic, and all he saw was the broken rope left in front of the horse. He stayed there all by himself, helping others herd cattle but lost the cattle, not to mention the lack of wages, and he had to pay for the cattle, two silver dollars, how could he have it? The family won't have that much money to smash pots and sell iron, he thought.

In this way, he stood dumbfounded, numb all over. As soon as the wind blew, the ragged clothes revealed his thin body, and the whole person seemed to be blown away.

A footstep approached, it was Mr. He saw Zhang Yulin and walked over gently.

"Kid, aren't you going back?"

"No...... Yes, I lost the cow, and if I didn't have the money to pay it to others, I wouldn't be able to go back. This is the first time I've done this kind of work, and my dad told someone else several times before agreeing, and now it's over. Zhang Yulin drooped his head.

"I'll help you pay for it, okay?"

"But I don't have the money to pay you back."

"No, silly boy, you don't need to pay it back, you just promise to be my student, don't go to herd cattle in the future, but study hard by my side! There are four silver dollars here, you take them, and come to me in the academy tomorrow. Hehe! After the gentleman finished speaking, he walked out the door. His firm and warm words made Zhang Yanlin, who was a little helpless at this time, unable to refuse. Dressed in a white robe, he stepped into the sunlight, and the servant obediently followed.

Zhang Yulin didn't dare to look at it again, he was afraid that as soon as he looked up, this was a dream, and it would be broken with a light touch. He clutched the silver dollar and ran home.

"Mother, I'm back." Zhang Yulin shouted happily, after all, he was still a six-year-old boy, and his virginity was still there under the pressure of hard life.

"You're back! How was the morning, tired or not? Mother asked with concern, her hands already wiping the beads of sweat from his forehead.

"It's okay, it's only been one morning, not tired, not tired. Where's Daddy? ”

"Oh, he's chopping wood in the mountains, and he's not coming back yet," added the mother, "and Fat has just come to look for you, but you've not come back, so he's gone first." ”

"I know, I'll go to him now, and I'll come back for dinner later......" Before he finished speaking, the man was gone like the wind.

The houses of the two families are not far apart, and in the blink of an eye, Zhang Yulin has come to the door of Luo Jun's house. Usually, Zhang Yulin, Zhu Sheng, and Luo Jun play very well. And Luo Jun is fatter, so he became chubby, and the cute Zhu Sheng was also called Zhu Zhu, anyway, everyone likes this, so it's smooth. They also engaged in some kind of "eight-worship friendship", in a sentence of the ancients, that is, the iron brother who wears a pair of open crotch pants.

"Chubby. Chubby ......" Zhang Yulin shouted loudly and cheerfully.

He and Zhu Zhu went to the river to catch fish. Also said if you come. Let you also go over and say what the old place is, in ......"

"I see, thank you, fat sister-in-law." Before the fat sister-in-law finished speaking, the person had already run away.

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