In Zhao Chuanxin's design draft, he drew a fishman in a hell baron, covered with a wetsuit on the outside.

This kind of strange painting attracts children's attention.

Xian Yuqing was amazed when he saw Zhao Chuanxin's hand, drawing as accurately and quickly as a printer.

At this time, the country was still generally splashing ink, mainly freehand, and Xian Yuqing had no chance to see Western paintings.

Zhao Chuanxin's imagination is actually very rich and has a strong sense of space, but he doesn't have the creative combination ability of his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.

He pointed to the wetsuit: "You see where it needs to be improved, I can spread the water around." ”

The little old man had never made a design draft, so he scratched his head: "Don't bother." ”

Zhao Chuanxin was helpless, so he could only follow the little old man's habits.

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

As long as he made a gesture, Zhao Chuanxin carried the knife like flying, and the skin of the war was cut in an instant.

The little old man said, "Then you cut this shark skin too, and you have to ...... like this."

He swiped casually, and Zhao Chuanxin raised and fell with his hand.

Pieces of shark skin take shape quickly.

The little old man smeared the seams with fish glue and sewed them again.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at it: "You will be able to level the needle?" I'll teach you a few stitches......"

Little old man: "......"

Do you do it or do I do it?

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care so much, hiding needle sewing, sewing needle, satin sewing...... In particular, if it is necessary to sew firmly and easily tear the part, the needle return method is used.

The little old man's hand was swollen, which was obviously caused by rheumatism caused by long-term living at sea or by the sea, so his movements were a little clumsy.

Zhao Chuanxin simply snatched the shark skin over: "You say, I'll do it." ”

In fact, all kinds of manual work is Zhao Chuanxin's old business.

War or something is amateurish.

The little old man saw that his fingers were very thick, but they flew up and down, fast and accurate, more flexible than the fingers of those women with fine skin and tender flesh, and he scratched his head when he saw it.

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

In ancient times, female workers were also hierarchical.

A lot of needlework is still a secret.

Sewing and mending can also be sold for money.

Zhao Chuanxin was busy, a group of snot babies muttered, and when they shared snacks, they hid some of them, not knowing what to do.

That night, when the sky was full of sunset, Zhao Chuanxin dropped most of the water support, stretched his waist and said, "You can get the rest yourself, and I will pick it up tomorrow." ”

The little old man got up and took two steps cross-legged: "It will be done tomorrow after noon." ”

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

When they left in a noisy manner, the old lady asked worriedly: "Confused, how can you let him do it himself, do you have to return half of the handmade silver at that time?" ”

The little old man stroked his beard and smiled: "This is also a strange person, he is on the set, buying food and books for the unrelated and unprovoked dolls, regardless of the return, and the words are passionate, it is expected that he will not care." ”

The old lady was relieved.

……

Night falls.

The shelling of Zhennanguan finally stopped.

Fire was made on the mountain and down the mountain.

Huang Mingtang called Shuangxi: "Mr. Zhang, the fire cannot be extinguished at night, and it is good to let the Qing army see it, so they are defenseless." In the early morning, a gap was opened, and the army took the path and left in the starry night. If the Qing army didn't notice everything to say, in case there was something wrong, it would all depend on Mr. Zhang. ”

Shuangxi didn't speak, just nodded and left.

He gathered the broken pistols squad and counted them, adding him and Wang Long to a total of seventeen people.

Shuangxi whispered: "Everyone, I am a real person, and I don't talk nonsense. As long as I'm still here, I'm not going to give up on anyone. In case of a fight, they will be under my command. Listen and you live. ”

By the light of the fire, he looked at a group of pistolmen with somewhat pale faces.

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

These people knew that these two people were capable, and they couldn't help but nod convincingly.

Wang Long said again: "Seven of you follow me, and the other eight are divided into two teams with Brother Shuangxi. When I say rush, whoever wants to drag his feet in Nagada, I will be the first to collapse you. Charge, I'm at the front. Mao Dajin is a death, and I am also a death in front of you, understand? ”

"Understood!"

The Qing army under the mountain was asleep.

There was an atmosphere of anxiety on the mountain.

It was early in the morning.

Huang Mingtang gathered people and began to dismantle the fort.

The gap was removed, and a group of mermaids rushed 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 eyes to recuperate, and only nodded slightly.

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

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

Instinctively, he glanced up at Zhennan Pass, only to see the fire shining and no movement.

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

I was about to lift my pants when I suddenly heard something rolling in the grass and trees.

He was startled, and did not bring a gun, but drew a dagger that he carried with him to guard himself, thinking that it was a beast in the mountains.

But when the thing rolled nearby, he saw that it was a round stone.

Chen Bingkun frowned and looked at the stone, which was dry on one side and wet on the other, and it was still sticky with soil.

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

He raised an eyebrow, turned his head and left.

"Something is wrong."

Zeng Shaohui, who was stationed in Dalian, was shaken awake, and the boss was unhappy: "What's wrong?" ”

"Either they want to sneak up on the trail, or they're just going to escape."

"How do you know?"

"I just woke up at night and saw a rolling stone on the mountain, which should have been accidentally touched by someone."

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

"But once something happens, you and I can't escape the blame, we must not delay the military plane, and there is no big mistake in being careful."

Zeng Shaohui sighed: "Then send a team of men and horses to investigate." ”

The weather is cold, the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.

Shuangxi waited for a while, but didn't notice anything wrong, so he called Wang Long: "Fill up the new torch with oil, let's go with the tail." ”

The pistols squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone changed their torches with all their hands, and then, by the faint light of the sky, crossed the open gap, and burrowed into the dense forest of mountain paths.

One by one, the cats bent their waists, took small broken steps, and left sneakily.

As he was walking, Wang Long, who was opening the road in front, suddenly stopped, raised his arm and gestured to the back.

It's his habit, and the insurance team has its own tactical sign language.

However, the pistols squad of the rebel army did not have that tacit understanding.

As soon as he stopped, the person behind him hit him directly on the back.

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

Then the crowd stopped.

Wang Long listened sideways, and suddenly said, "Someone went up the mountain." ”

The news reached the ears of Shuangxi in the middle of the team, and Shuangxi said, "Ambush." ”

The Qing army who climbed the mountain in the middle of the night to investigate, was tired and scolded his mother.

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

"I've dreamed of marrying a big-ass aunt......"

It wasn't until the Qing soldiers with torches got close that the rebel pistols heard it clearly.

Wang Long glanced at Double Happiness.

Shuangxi said: "I listen to the voice, there are not many people, about twenty or thirty people, eat them." ”

Wang Long remembered that he had been hit on the back before, and muttered: "Our insurance team can, these guys, I'm afraid that they will not succeed enough to fail." ”

Shuangxi said: "No matter how much, try to use a bayonet, once the gun goes off, then fight quickly, and run directly after the fight." ”

When the Qing army approached, Shuangxi and Wang Long acted at the same time, and a group of pistols followed with short knives.

Wang Long hurdles, jumped over a fallen tree, and approached the Qing army with his waist bent.

Poof......

Poof......

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

When they arrived at the pistolmen squad behind, although they fought with the Qing army during this time, neither side reached the point of hand-to-hand combat.

Fighting bayonets is fundamentally different from fighting from afar, and their faces are as white as earth, and their hands and feet are weak.

Some stabbed them in the wrong place.

Some simply stabbed on their belts and were blocked.

In an instant, there was an uproar: "Enemy attack, enemy attack ......"

Double happiness is extremely helpless.

He saw that a nearby Qing soldier had raised his rifle and aimed at a pistolman who was entangled with the Qing army.

Bang......

Bullets flew into the sky.

The gun has already gone off, so there is no need to hide it.

Wang Long took out a Winchester M1894 from his bag, a lever rifle, also designed by John Browning, which has always been regarded as a classic by Lao Mei, but it is very rare on the battlefield.

Because the bolt rifle can pull the bolt to shoot when aiming against the shoulder, while the lever rifle needs to turn the bolt and need to re-aim against the shoulder, which exposes the shooting posture and delays time.

Zhao Chuanxin purchased a batch and kept it hidden in the arsenal, and few people were willing to use it.

But Wang Long loved this kind of gun very much.

He took out a Qing army with a knife, took out the Winchester M1894, and did not resist his shoulders, holding a handguard in his left hand and quickly dialing the bolt with his right hand.

Bang!

Without aiming against the shoulder, relying entirely on feeling, there was a distance of twenty paces, and one shot hit.

Bang, bang, bang......

This rifle has a tubular magazine that can hold 9 rounds of ammunition.

Wang Long shot as he walked, but the gun did not fail.

Double Happiness uses a horse card, and he is closer to the enemy, and he usually has to fire at least two shots at the enemy before changing the target in a chaotic battle.

In a moment, Double Happiness dealt with the last person in front of him, and he looked up to see a pistolman slamming the trigger into the air, emptying the magazine of the shell gun.

"Ceasefire, ceasefire......"

When everyone looked at it, they realized that the enemy had been wiped out......

In the case of an ambush, the pistols on this side were killed, and there were four people hanging the lottery, but there was no big problem.

Of the seventeen people, only 14 remain.

Shuangxi glanced at his dead companion: "Pick up the fast guns and ammunition on the Qing army, and hurry up." ”

The remaining pistols had just seen the combat effectiveness of Shuangxi and Wang Long, and with the defeat and death fight just now, the six gods had no master, so they became more obedient.

But the adrenaline is out, and the hands and feet are even weaker.

Shuangxi and Wang Long led the team to run in front, and after a while, they fell more than 20 meters away.

Wang Long looked at the fire shining under the mountain, listened to the voice of the Qing soldiers, and showed a trace of hideousness on his face: "Brother Shuangxi, why don't you use them as cannon fodder......"

Without waiting for him to finish, Shuangxi categorically refused: "No." It is good to pass on the salary, you must learn to fight against the wind, except for our insurance team, people outside fight this virtue, you have to get used to it slowly. ”

I'm in an irritable mood, I owe a chapter, and I'll make up for it later.

(End of chapter)