In Zhao Chuanxin's design draft, he drew a fishman from Hellboy with a diving suit on top.
This kind of strange-shaped painting attracts children's attention.
Xian Yuqing was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin's hand painting with precision and speed like a printer.
At this time in China, it was still common to use splashing ink and brush strokes, mainly freehand brushwork. Xian Yuqing had no chance to see Western paintings.
Zhao Chuanxin actually has a rich imagination and a strong sense of space, but he does not have the ability to create combinations out of thin air like his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.
He pointed at the wetsuit, "Look where you need to improve, I can spread the water support."
The little old man never had a design draft for the water support, so he scratched his forehead." No need to bother."
Zhao Chuanxin had no choice but to follow the little old man's habit.
Even if there is no design draft, with the help of Zhao Chuanxin, the little old man feels like a duck in water.
He just made a gesture, Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife like flying, and the skin of the war was cut instantly.
The little old man said, "Then you should cut off this piece of shark skin, too."
He made a casual stroke, and Zhao Chuanxin raised the knife and dropped it.
Pieces of shark skin quickly formed.
The little old man smeared the seams with isinglass and then sewed them.
Zhao Chuanxin looked at it and said, "You know how to use flat stitches right now. Let me teach you a few stitches."
Little old man ""
What on earth is it? You do it or I do it
Zhao Chuanxin doesn’t care about so many things. For hidden stitches, overlock stitches, and satin stitches, especially those that need to be sewn firmly and easily torn, the backstitch method is used.
The joints in the little old man’s hands are swollen. This is obviously rheumatism caused by living at sea or near the sea for a long time, so his movements are a bit clumsy.
Zhao Chuanxin simply snatched the shark skin away and said, "I'll do it if you say so."
In fact, all kinds of handwork is Zhao Chuanxin's specialty.
War and everything else are amateurish.
The little old man scratched his head when he saw that his fingers were very thick, but they were flying up and down quickly and accurately. They were more flexible than the fingers of women with thin skin and tender flesh.
Xian Yuqing said, "Uncle, you are so good. My mother's needlework is not as good as yours."
In ancient times, female workers also had levels.
Many skills in needlework are still secrets.
Sewing and mending can also be sold for money.
While Zhao Chuanxin was busy at work, a group of snot-nosed kids were muttering and sharing snacks, even hiding some, not knowing what to do.
As the sky was filled with clouds at night, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the half-finished water support, stretched out and said, "You can do the rest yourself, and I will pick it up tomorrow."
The little old man stood up, crossed his legs and took two steps. "It will be done by noon tomorrow."
"No need to send it off." Zhao Chuanxin waved his hand, "Children, let's go."
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Wait for them to leave noisily, the old lady asked anxiously, "What a fool, how can you let him do it by himself? Are you going to refund half of the money for the work?"
The little old man stroked his beard and smiled, "This is also a strange person. , he was at the market, buying coquettish food and books for the strangers, without thinking of anything in return, and spoke passionately, so it was expected that he would not care."
The old lady felt relieved.
Night falls.
The bombardment at Zhennanguan finally stopped.
People all over the mountain and down the mountain began to light fires and make food.
Huang Mingtang called Shuangxi, "Mr. Zhang, the fire must not be extinguished at night. It must be seen by the Qing army so that they are unprepared. A gap was opened in the early morning, and the army took a small road and left at night. If the Qing army did not It’s easy to tell if anything happens, and if something goes wrong, it’s all up to Mr. Zhang.”
Shuangxi didn’t say anything, just nodded and left.
He gathered the remaining pistol squad and counted them. Together with him and Wang Long, there were seventeen people in total.
Shuangxi whispered, "Everyone, I am a real person, I am not lying. As long as I am still here in Gada, I will not give up on anyone. If there is a fight, listen to my command. Just listen. Can survive."
In the light of the fire, he looked at a group of pale-faced pistol soldiers.
There was no emotion on Shuangxi’s face, no sadness, anger or fear.
These people knew that these two people were capable and couldn't help but nodded in conviction.
Wang Long said again, "Seven of you will follow me, and the other eight will be divided into two teams with Brother Shuangxi. When I say rush, whoever is going to hold you back in Gada, I will be the first to defeat you." Charge, I'm at the front. Mao Dajin is dead, and I'll die in front of you, do you understand?"
"Understood"
The Qing army at the foot of the mountain was soundly asleep.
There is an anxious atmosphere on the mountain.
It’s early morning.
Huang Mingtang gathered people and began to dismantle the fort.
The gap was opened and a group of people filed out.
Huang Mingtang was at the back of the team and patted Shuangxi on the shoulder, "I'm counting on you."
Shuangxi leaned against the pillar, half-closed his eyes to rest, and just nodded slightly.
Huang Mingtang sighed when he saw this, turned around and left.
At the foot of the mountain, Chen Bingkun got up at night to urinate.
Instinctively, he raised his head and glanced at Zhennanguan, only to see the glow of fire and no movement.
The sound of rushing water came, and Chen Bingkun shivered.
Just as I was about to lift my pants, I suddenly heard something rustling in the grass and trees.
He was startled and did not bring a gun. He just pulled out a dagger he carried with him to be on guard, thinking it was a wild beast in the mountains.
But when the thing rolled nearby, he saw clearly that it turned out to be a round stone.
Chen Bingkun frowned and looked at the stone. One side was dry and the other was wet, with soil still attached to it.
This shows that the rolling stone was originally embedded in the soil and was turned over and rolled down.
He raised his eyebrows and turnedJust head away.
"There is something wrong with the supervisor Zeng."
Zeng Shaohui, the supervisor in Dalian, was shaken awake, and the boss was not happy "There is something wrong"
"Either, They want to take a small road to attack, or they want to escape."
"How do you know?"
"I just got up at night and saw rolling rocks on the mountain. Someone must have accidentally touched them. "
Zeng Shaohui yawned, "Chen Bangtong, it's just a stone, don't make a fuss."
"But if something happens, you and I will be blamed, and we must not delay it. Military aircraft, be careful."
Zeng Shaohui sighed, "Then send a team to explore."
The weather is cold and the moon is bright and the stars are scarce.
Shuangxi waited for a while, but didn't notice anything was wrong, so he called Wang Long, "Suck up the new torch and light it. Let's go back together."
The pistol squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone hurriedly changed the torches, and then with the faint light of the sky, they crossed the open gap and got into the dense forest on the mountain trail.
One by one, they hunkered down and took small steps, sneaking away.
While walking, Wang Long, who was clearing the way in front, suddenly stopped and raised his arm to gesture behind.
This is his habit. The insurance team has its own tactical sign language.
However, the rebel army's pistol squad did not have that kind of tacit understanding.
As soon as he stopped, the person behind him bumped into his back.
Wang Long was so annoyed that he could only whisper, "Wait a minute."
Then everyone stopped.
Wang Long listened attentively and suddenly said, "Someone is coming 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 cursed his mother.
“It’s the middle of the night, you don’t teach people to sleep well, it’s true”
“I even dreamed of marrying a big-ass mother-in-law”
Until those actions The Qing troops with torches were getting closer, and only the rebel pistol soldiers could hear clearly.
Wang Long glanced at Shuangxi.
Shuangxi said, "I heard the voice, there are not many people, maybe twenty or thirty people, eat them."
Wang Long remembered that he was hit in the back before, He muttered, "Our insurance team can do it. These guys, I'm afraid they will succeed more than they will fail."
Shuangxi said, "No matter how many things there are, just use the bayonet as much as possible. Once the gun fires, fight quickly. Just run away after the fight."
When the Qing army approached, Shuangxi and Wang Long took action at the same time, followed by a group of pale-faced pistol soldiers holding short knives.
Wang Long jumped over the hurdle, jumped over a fallen tree, and ducked close to the Qing army.
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In an instant, Shuangxi and Wang Long each eliminated a Qing soldier and aimed at the remaining targets.
When the pistol squad arrived at the back, theyAlthough they fought with the Qing army during this period, neither side came to the point of close combat.
Fighting with bayonets is completely different from the lively battles far away. Everyone's face is earthy and their hands and feet are weak.
Some stabbed them in the wrong place.
Some simply stabbed them in the belt and were blocked.
In an instant, there were shouts of "enemy attack, enemy attack"
Shuangxi was extremely helpless.
He saw that a Qing soldier nearby had raised his rifle and aimed at a pistol soldier who was entangled with the Qing army. He stepped forward, raised the knife and lowered it while also raising the Qing soldier. muzzle.
Bang
The bullet floated into the sky.
The gun has already been fired, so there is no need to hide it.
Wang Long took out a Winchester 1894 from his bag. This lever rifle was also designed by John Browning. It has always been regarded as a classic by the United States, but it is rarely seen on the battlefield. .
Because a bolt-action rifle can be aimed over the shoulder and the bolt is pulled to shoot, whereas a lever rifle needs to turn the bolt and re-aiming over the shoulder, which exposes the shooting posture and delays time.
Zhao Chuanxin purchased a batch and kept them hidden in the arsenal. Few people were willing to use them.
But Wang Long loves this kind of gun very much.
He killed a Qing soldier with one blow and took out the Winchester 1894 without holding it on his shoulder. He held the handguard in his left hand and quickly turned the gun with his right hand.
Bang
Without aiming over the shoulder and relying entirely on feeling, he hit the target with one shot from a distance of twenty steps.
Bang, bang, bang
The tubular magazine of this rifle can hold 9 rounds of bullets.
Wang Long shot while walking, but his gun failed to miss.
Double Happiness uses a horse card gun, which also only advances but never retreats. He is closer to the enemy. In a chaotic battle, he usually has to fire at least two shots against the enemy before changing the target.
After a moment, Shuangxi eliminated the last person in front of him. He looked up and saw a pistolman pulling the trigger into the air to empty the magazine of the shell gun.
He shouted "Cease fire, cease fire"
When everyone took a look, they realized that the enemy had been wiped out
In the case of an ambush, calculated deliberately and unintentionally, Three of the pistolmen here died, and four others were injured, but they were not serious.
There were seventeen people, and now only 14 are left.
Shuangxi glanced at his dead comrade and said, "Pick up the quick rifle ammunition on the Qing army and leave quickly."
The remaining pistol squad had just seen the combat effectiveness of Shuangxi and Wang Long. , coupled with the fatal fight just now, Zheng Liushen had no master, so he became more obedient.
But the adrenaline rush subsided, and my hands and feet became even more weak.
Shuangxi and Wang Long led the team in front, and after a while, they fell about twenty meters away.
Wang Long looked at the firelight shining at the foot of the mountain and listened to the roar 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 a good saying. 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 slowly." Please. Keep in mind to collect, the latest and fastest website can be read for free without anti-theft