mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 549
In Zhao Chuanxin's design draft, a murloc from Hellboy was drawn, covered with a diving suit.

This kind of odd-shaped painting attracts children's attention very much.

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

At this time, people in China are still splashing ink and brushstrokes, focusing on freehand brushwork, and Xian Yuqing has no chance to see Western paintings.

Zhao Chuanxin's imagination is actually very rich, with a strong sense of space, but he does not have the ability to create and combine things out of nothing like his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.

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

The little old man never had a design draft when he was making water, he scratched his forehead: "Don't bother."

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

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

As long as he made a gesture, Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife like flying, and the skin of the wound of war was cut instantly.

The little old man said: "Then you can also cut this piece of shark skin, so..."

With a swipe of his hand, Zhao Chuanxin raised the knife and dropped it.

Pieces of shark skin took shape quickly.

The little old man smeared the seam with isinglass, and then sewed it.

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

The little old man: "..."

Is it you or me?
Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about so many stitches, hidden stitches, overlock stitches, satin stitches... especially where the stitches need to be secure and easy to tear, use the backstitch method.

The joints of the little old man's hands were 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: "You say, I will do it."

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

War and everything are amateurs.

The little old man saw that his fingers were thick, but they flew up and down quickly and accurately, more nimble than the fingers of those women with thin skin and tender flesh, so he scratched his head.

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

In ancient times, female workers also had ranks.

A lot of kung fu in needlework is still a secret.

Sewing and mending can also be sold for money.

Zhao Chuanxin was busy with work, and a group of snot-nosed children muttered and hid a little while sharing snacks, not knowing what to do.

When the sunset was all over the sky, Zhao Chuanxin left most of the completed water tanks, stretched his waist and said, "You can make the rest yourself, and I will pick it up tomorrow."

The little old man got up and took two steps with his legs crossed: "It will be ready after noon tomorrow."

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

When they left in a noisy manner, the old lady asked anxiously: "Confused, how can you let him do it himself? Will you have to refund half of the manual money by then?"

The little old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This is also a strange person. At the fair, he buys food and books for the dolls who have no relatives and no reason. He doesn't care about rewards and speaks passionately. It is expected that he will not care about it."

The old lady was relieved.

……

Night falls.

The shelling at Zhennan Pass finally ceased.

Both up and down the mountain began to light fires and cook food.

Huang Mingtang called Double Happiness: "Mr. Zhang, the fire must not be extinguished at night. It is better to let the Qing army see it, so they are not prepared. A gap was opened in the early morning, and the army took a small road to leave at night. If things go wrong, it all depends on Mr. Zhang."

Shuangxi didn't speak, just nodded and left.

He gathered the broken pistol squad and counted them, including him and Wang Long, a total of 17 people.

Shuangxi said in a low voice: "Everyone, I'm a real person, I don't talk nonsense. As long as I'm still here in Gada, I won't give up on anyone. If there is a fight, follow my command. Listen to it and you will survive."

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

There was no emotion on Shuangxi's face, neither grief nor fear.

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

Wang Long continued: "Seven of you are with me, and the other eight are with Brother Shuangxi. Divide into two teams. When I say charge, whoever wants to hold back in Nagada, I will be the first to kill you. Charge, I will be at the forefront .Mao Dajin is a death, and I am also a death in front of you, understand?"

"Understand!"

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

There is an anxious atmosphere on the mountain.

It was early morning.

Huang Mingtang gathered people and began to dismantle the fort.

The gap was moved, and a group of people filed out.

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

Shuangxi leaned against the pillar, rested her mind with half-closed eyes, and just nodded slightly.

Seeing this, Huang Mingtang sighed, turned around and left.

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

Instinctively raised his head and glanced at Zhennan Pass, only to see the flames glowing, but there was no movement.

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

Just as he was about to pull up his pants, he suddenly heard something rolling in the grass and trees.

He was startled, and he didn't bring a gun, but drew out a dagger that he carried with him on guard, thinking it was a beast in the mountains.

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

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

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

He frowned, turned around and left.

"Zeng Guantao, something is wrong."

Zeng Shaohui, who was stationed in Dalian Chengguan, was shaken awake, and the boss was not happy: "What's wrong?"

"Either, they want to sneak up on the sidewalk, or they just want to escape."

"How do you know?"

"I just woke up at night, and I saw a rolling stone on the mountain. Someone should have accidentally touched it."

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

"But if something goes wrong, you and I will have to bear the blame. We must not delay the military plane. There is no big mistake in being careful."

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

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

Shuangxi waited for a while, but didn't notice anything wrong, so she called Wang Long: "Suck up the oil in the new torch and put it on, let's go."

The pistol squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone changed the torches in a hurry, and then took advantage of the faint skylight, crossed the opened gap, and got into the dense forest on the mountain trail.

One by one, with stooped backs and small steps, they left furtively.

As he was walking, Wang Long, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, raised his arms and gestured to the back.

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

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

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

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

Only then did everyone stop drinking.

Wang Long listened with his ears sideways, and suddenly said: "Someone is going 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 scolded his mother.

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

"In my dreams, I married my aunt with a big butt..."

It wasn't until the Qing army holding torches got close that the pistolmen of the rebel army heard it clearly.

Wang Long glanced at Double Happiness.

Shuangxi said: "I heard the voice, there are not many people, maybe there are only two or thirty people, eat them."

Wang Long recalled being bumped on the back before, and muttered: "Our insurance team can do it, these guys, I'm afraid it's not enough to succeed."

Shuangxi said: "It doesn't matter how much it is, try to use the bayonet as much as possible. Once the gun goes off, it's a quick fight and run away after the shot."

When the Qing army approached, Shuangxi and Wang Long moved at the same time, followed by a group of pistolmen with ashen faces holding short knives.

Wang Long hurdled over a hurdle, leaped over a fallen tree, and approached the Qing army with his waist down.

puff...

puff...

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

When it came to the pistol squad at the back, although they were fighting with the Qing army during this period, neither side had reached the point of hand-to-hand combat.

Fighting bayonets is fundamentally different from fighting far away, everyone's face is earthy and their hands and feet are weak.

Some went down with a knife and stabbed in the wrong place.

Some simply poked at the belt and were blocked.

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

Double Happiness felt helpless.

He saw that a Qing soldier nearby had already raised his rifle and aimed at a pistolman who was entangled with the Qing army. He strode forward, raised the knife and raised the muzzle of the Qing soldier at the same time.

boom……

Bullets flew 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 kind of lever rifle was also designed by John Browning. It has always been regarded as a classic by old Americans, but it is rarely seen on the battlefield.

Because of the bolt-type rifle, you can pull the bolt to shoot when aiming at the shoulder, while the lever rifle needs to turn the trigger, and you need to aim at the shoulder again, which exposes the shooting posture and delays time.

Zhao Chuanxin purchased a batch of them and kept them in the arsenal. Few people were willing to use them.

But Wang Long liked this kind of gun very much.

He took out a Qing army with a single blow, and took out the Winchester M1894, not reaching his shoulders, holding the handguard with his left hand, and quickly flipping the trigger with his right hand.

boom!
Without shoulder-to-shoulder aiming, relying entirely on feeling, there was a distance of twenty steps, and one shot hit.

bang, bang, bang...

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

Wang Long walked and shot, but the gun did not miss.

Double Happiness uses the horse brand luzi, which also only advances and does not retreat. He is closer to the enemy. In a chaotic battle, he usually needs to fire at least two shots at the enemy before changing targets.

After a while, Shuangxi took care of the last person in front of him. He looked up, and saw a pistolman slamming the trigger into the air, emptying the magazine of the pistol.

He shouted: "Cease fire, cease fire..."

Everyone took a look, only to find that the enemy has been wiped out...

In the case of mental arithmetic and unintentional, in the case of an ambush, three pistolmen died here, and four others were injured, but nothing serious.

17 people, now only 14 are left.

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

The remaining pistol squad had just seen the fighting power of Shuangxi and Wang Long, and with the loss in the fight to the death just now, they were at a loss, so they became more obedient.

But the adrenaline pumped out, and the hands and feet became weaker.

Shuangxi and Wang Long led the team to run in front, and after a short while, they fell about twenty meters behind.

Wang Long looked at the flames shining down the mountain, and heard the voices of the Qing soldiers, with a hint of ferocity on his face: "Brother Shuangxi, why don't you use them as cannon fodder..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shuangxi flatly refused: "No. It's good to pass 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."

　Feeling irritable, I owe a chapter, and I will make it up later.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)