In the Yamen of the Xun soldiers, Zhang Bo Zhang was smoking hibiscus cream on the recliner in the back hall, took a few sips, touched a bubble and made a big sigh, and sat up contentedly.

The maid who was beating her legs next to her hurriedly brought a cup of tea.

He rinsed his mouth, spit into the spittoon, and looked at the maid who wanted to have no figure, and no ass, which his tigress had found for him, and sighed, and sang:

"The soil comes to the gold to the hibiscus paste, and the silk is light and cheap...... Yes! ”

'Hibiscus Balm', also known as 'Fushou Balm', was given to him by a southern merchant, and after a few puffs, his whole body was refreshed.

He was about to make a meal, when his son, Li Ge, hurried in and said:

"Father-in-law, Lord Zhao from the Gate Official Yamen is here, and I will arrange him in the flower hall."

"What is he doing so late!"

Li Ge said again: "I heard that Lord Zhao said that he borrowed someone to carry things on the dock, and an hour ago, 20 boats came from the south and docked at the Wuzi Shallow Bridge.

Strangely, no one on the ship has gone down to the dock until now. ”

"Oh, strange things happen every year, especially this year!"

Zhang Bo got off the ground as he spoke, put on his shoes and walked to the flower hall.

Hanzhuang Xunbing's yamen has always been the territory of Mr. Zhang's family.

These sixty or seventy years have passed, and it is basically hereditary.

The scale of the yamen gradually expanded, from three to five courtyards, which was quite magnificent.

In front of the flower hall, there are rockery fish ponds, pavilions and pavilions, small bridges and flowing water, and the end is a picture of Jiangnan scenery.

Zhao Xiong is admiring the exquisite screen flowers made of Nanmu in the flower hall in the flower hall, engraved with 108 kinds of exquisite patterns, which is really amazing to Zhao Xiong.

"Lord Zhao is sometimes far away when he comes to the cold house!" Zhang Bo walked in with a haha.

Zhao Xiong couldn't help but sneeze as soon as he turned around, and he looked Zhang Bo up and down.

Strange thing, Zhang Bo's body has a faint smell of honey, tobacco leaves, and lime water.

However, when he saw Zhang Bo, there was nothing wrong with his red face, and he said with a smile:

"Brother Lide, your flower hall is so elegant."

"Everywhere, it's all left by my ancestors, and I'm just a rough man who can't understand these things."

Zhang Bo and Zhang really didn't have any interest in these things, if his mother hadn't watched them, he would have sold the previous things in the yamen in exchange for Fushou ointment.

"I heard Ge'er say that you gave us the Xun soldiers a job again, I am really grateful, and said that I want a few teams."

"20 boats, it is estimated that there will be 100 people!" Zhao Xiong replied after a moment's silence.

"Okay, Li Ge, you lead Wang Zongqi and Shen Zongqi to the dock to unload the goods."

Li Ge was ordered to go out, and Zhao Xiong, who was sitting there drinking tea, gave a few words to Zhao Donkey next to him, and Zhao Donkey nodded and went out.

He Zhao Xiong wanted to keep a low profile as much as possible in this matter, after all, civil officials and eunuchs walked together, and it was not good to say it, so he still wanted to be promoted.

When everyone went out, Zhao Xiong smiled and said:

"Brother Lide, my brother has just taken office, and it seems that Hanzhuang has not been peaceful recently, as a local parent official, I want to keep one side peaceful!"

Zhang Bo listened to his words with a smile, looked at Zhao Xiong, who was now harmless to humans and animals, and recalled what he had heard a few days ago.

This Zhao Xiong killed five people in one night, and he muttered in his heart without changing his face.

You Zhao Xiongba is here, which fool dares to come to Hanzhuang to make trouble, don't you want to live?

Zhao Xiong continued:

"I have more than 20 people under my command who can fight, and I will first set up an advance team of the militia group, and when the militia is established, I will use them as the backbone to train new people.

It's a pity that I don't have the right equipment in my yamen, and I am in trouble, and the big shopkeeper gave me an idea, so I took advantage of borrowing someone to come to Brother Lide's equipment, I don't know what my brother wants.

Of course, for the advance team of the militia group, I reserved 10 places for my brother! ”

When Zhang Bo heard this, he said with a smile without hesitation: "It just so happens that my armory is about to be renovated, you come with me."

They carried the lantern to the armory of the flood station.

To be honest, Zhang Bo hasn't been to the armory for many years.

The armory of the West Courtyard was made of large stones, which was quite sturdy, and the guards opened the wooden and iron-covered door and lit the remaining oil lamps inside.

Zhang Bo fanned the ashes with his hand and accompanied Zhao Xiong into the door.

The armory is not big, only about 100 square meters, and there are wooden shelves on both sides, piled up with some ordnance, most of which are knives, guns and antique three-eyed guns.

Zhao Xiong asked the treasury officer: "Aren't there any birds, bows and arrows?" ”

The little clerk in the treasury had a difficult face, and he secretly looked at the general manager Zhang Bo.

Zhang Bo calmly closed his eyes and reached out to touch his nose.

Then the little official understood, nodded at Zhao Xiong and said:

"Master Xiong, there are no bows and arrows in the warehouse, you see if you want to take some other firearms."

In fact, Zhao Xiong's yamen also had a group of archers, but the bows and arrows used were only soft bows, and the distance of 30 steps could only break the skin on people.

He despises these things, and when there is a war, they are waste.

Moreover, it is now more than 180 years, and the firearms of the foreign bandits have been upgraded.

He remembered that in the first Opium War, the main battle musket of the British army, the Burka-type, was still a breech-loading gun, and the round-tipped bullets were still used, and the firing method was still tunnel.

The principle of firing this gun is that gunpowder is filled from the muzzle, then the projectile is placed, and then the gunpowder is poked with an iron rod.

The flint is then struck with a spring blade, and the flint ignites the gunpowder, which pushes the projectile out of the gun body, causing damage.

The Burka rifle has an effective range of about 200 meters, an effective firing range of about 90 meters, and can fire about 2-3 rounds per minute.

However, he has not seen the current Dakang field army, and he has heard that firearms are also sufficient, but he doesn't know whose rifle is powerful.

It's just muskets, cannons, crossbows, and strong bows, which the generals know are life-saving things, and this thing is contraband on the market.

He and Zhang Bo were not as good as that, so naturally they didn't lend it to him.

The little official led Zhao Xiong to a corner of the wall, pointed to the wooden frame on it and said, "Master Xiong, this is a firearm, take a look." “

Zhao Xiong took a closer look and frowned, okay!

They are all rusty bird guns, and the quality is also worrying, there are dozens of bird guns on the two wooden shelves, he browsed around, most of them are rusty and broken and cannot be used.

"Brother Zhao, I will remove a part of the bird guns for you in the next two days, and then hand them over to the craftsmen for repair, and send them to your yamen after repairing.

You also know that our grandmother is not in pain, and my uncle is not coming.

To tell you the truth, most of the firearms in the warehouse were made during the rebellion of the three feudatories for more than 100 years, and they really dare not use them. ”

Zhang Bo shook his head and sighed.

Zhao Xiong smiled and didn't make a sound, he picked up an iron pipe and looked at it, the iron pipe was about two meters long, like a water pipe with a diameter of 2.5 cm.

Insert a rocket into it, which should be ignited with a fire twist and launched.

Isn't this typical of the earliest standard firearms of the former dynasty!

It's more than 200 years old, antiques!

Putting down the iron pipe, he picked up a torch with a rusty head.

Not to mention, it really smells like a modern firearm.

It is said that the bird gun is not actually used to hunt birds, but it means that even if it is as light as a bird, it is difficult to escape.