Sophia looked at the grinding table, her big eyes full of hope.

She hopes that Brother Fengxian can keep his word.

In this desert, the herds pay great attention to integrity.

Because everyone must help each other in order to survive, it is not possible without trust.

The grinding table swallowed, calmed down, and asked, "Who did you learn to fire a musket?"

"I, Abu, taught me, and he asked me to aim with my heart. He said I was the best musketeer he had ever seen. He often said that it would be great if I was a son." Sophia's eyes were filled with tears.

Last year, her father suddenly had dysentery. There was no doctor in the desert, so he had to bear it after getting sick.

There is no clean water source here, and people and livestock are fetching water in the same puddle.

Feces can easily contaminate water sources, and cholera and dysentery often take away many lives.

"It's so dark, how do you see the stone clearly?" asked the grinding table in confusion.

"I, Abu, told me, when your eyes cannot see, you should look at it with your heart." Sophia's big black eyes seemed to be flashing in the darkness.

The little girl stood there in a thin backlight, and her whole body seemed to emit a ray of confidence.

The grinding table sighed, remembering that the master once told them that a genius sniper might have relied on his skills in the early days, but ultimately he must have relied on his feelings.

A sharpshooter can hit even if he closes his eyes.

Xu Haifeng in later generations was myopia.

On the field, he raised his gun again and again and again.

He was experiencing it with his heart. Then he suddenly found the feeling and raised his gun and shot it.

Xu Haifeng won China's first Olympic gold medal at the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics with high myopia and no glasses. He has experienced many failures in joining the army, and finally became a Chinese shooting legend with his shooting talent and persistence.

His vision is only 0.5, and he replaced others to participate in the shooting team and participated in the Olympics with his vision chart on his back.

He relies on intuition. Such a person is a genius.

"You are admitted, you can take your whole family to Buryat with us. By the way, what ethnic group are you from? Where is your ancestral home."

Sofia said nervously: "Our family is a Tojik (named by the Ming Dynasty of the Tajik people). The ancestors came from the Amu River. However, they have been to the Alxa wasteland for more than ten generations."

Because they were going to the northwest, the Pirates Group took classes together.

The lecturer in the History Department of the Academy gave them three days of history lessons, which gave them a basic understanding of the ethnic and religions of the Western Regions.

Because the master asked them not to cause unnecessary conflicts because they did not understand local customs.

He noticed that the Sofia family only ate mutton, did not drink alcohol, nor ate other foods.

I just ate some vegetables in a small amount. Sofia also wrapped her with a headscarf with yellow hair.

Although she is tall and thin, she is still young and is a veritable yellow-haired girl.

The Tojiks were a minority faction in the Western Regions. They were the same faction as the Persians.

After Persia was conquered by the Arab Empire, it was forced to accept religion.

But after all, Persia was a thousand-year-old empire, and was as powerful as the Han Dynasty.

Just like today's native chickens, they jump repeatedly and can still hang in dangerous ropes without falling.

They never lack the experience accumulated by history and wisdom of righteousness.

In order to maintain national independence and not be assimilated by the Arabs, they chose different factions.

They chose to be a minority whose believers account for only 15%.

Their choice was successful. Although Persia was conquered, it successfully preserved its national independence and unique culture.

Although this is a marginal area of ​​the Ming Dynasty and the Ming and Mongols are relatively tolerant of faith, the Tojiks are also relatively low-key.

However, it doesn't matter on this wasteland, because there are people of all ethnic groups and beliefs. The descendants of the Han people, Weiwuer, Kazakhstan, Mongolian, Huihui, Gaochang and Xizhou Uighurs, Zang people...

"Don't be nervous, I'm just curious. There are people from all ethnic groups under the marquis' command. We respect all people's beliefs and are equal in personality. The officers and soldiers are just different in terms of positions. They are equally subject to the military laws promulgated by the Yangfu Military Orders."

The grinding table said as she stood up and pulled out an old sleeve from the package behind her.

"I'll give this to you. In the future, put away the musket that you left to you by Abu and use as a souvenir. This gun will be your weapon in the future. This chest-mounted magazine carriage contains 200 bullets. I'll give it to you too." The grinding table threw the gun and chest-mounted magazine carriage to her and said.

Sofia didn't know if she returned the flintlock rifle in her hand to the grinding table, she couldn't put it down.

She had only seen a medlock, and never a flintlock.

She didn't know what kind of gun it was for the strange rifle thrown by the grinding table. From the mechanism, it was even more different from this flintlock rifle.

In fact, she prefers this flintlock rifle. She wants to reject the old sleeve and leave it behind.

This rifle that imitates the k98k has a very beautiful line shape, perfect ergonomic design, and the butt stock feels so good.

The girl was smiling and saw that she had difficulty choosing, and said with a smile: "If you like it, give it to you. After all, there are too few bullets in the old sleeves. Usually, use flintlock rifles to be practical. At critical moments, you can listen to my orders and then use the old sleeves."

Really! Brother Fengxian gave it to me!

She was so happy that she was about to jump up, which was the happiest gift she had ever received in her life.

Three days later, five hundred herders dealt with their property and cattle and sheep, and the family carried their luggage to the small station where the table was grinding.

After two days of waiting, a train stopped here.

A group of soldiers wearing four-color camouflage in desert opened the tank truck and jumped down.

"Team, Qiu Ming reports to you"

“Tongzhang, Isma reports to you”

These are the two chief officers of the strengthening squadron that Yang Fan promised to betroth him. Both of them are from the pirate group and are old subordinates of the table grinding.

Qiu Ming is from Shanxi, and Isma is from Brunei.

The grinding table smiled bitterly and said, "I'm not a rank anymore. I am the second lieutenant Zhang Fengxian now, two levels lower than your two captains."

The two of them dared not think that he was the second lieutenant, and quickly said loudly: "You will always be our rank."

The grinding table smiled bitterly. Although he was low in military rank, he was their chief after all.

He was also the commander of Buryat and the commander of Xining of Major General Wang Hao.

How dare they really think they are second lieutenants?

These guys are more beautiful than monkeys when they are attached to their hair. They understand in their hearts.

"This is your sister-in-law." The mill table turned around and introduced.

"Hello, sister-in-law." The two of them quickly stood attentively to salute. This sister-in-law couldn't offend her. If the wind blows on you by the pillow, it will be a big trouble.

Chunni suddenly blushed and said helplessly: "Hello, hello."

"Have the radio brought it?" asked the grinding table.

"Report, telecommunications team leader, Wu Ning reported to you," a girl with short hair with her ears stepped forward and said loudly.

The milling table nodded at her and felt relieved. As long as the radio station is in place, contact all parties and obtain support and supplies, there will be no worries.

"Okay, let's arrange for everyone to get on the bus. We first go to Guihua City for one month training. Then we will receive 5,000 camels, equipment and supplies, and then head north." The milling table ordered.

Sophia was carrying three spears on her back, and sat with her mother, brother and sister near the window of the tank truck. She watched the scenery outside the truck quickly retreat.

Everyone in the carriage was shocked and curious.

They are all taking the train for the first time. I heard that it is amazing to be able to get to Guihua City in one night.

In Guihua City, they first saw the magnificent city and buildings, including textile factories powered by steam engines and steel mills emitting thick smoke.

The dense three- and four-story buildings and clean and tidy streets. The crowded commercial districts and the rich products shocked them very much.

Then they entered the large campus in Guihua City and received a rigorous training for a month. Then they distributed equipment and military uniforms and mattresses, and were rationed for foster care and ammunition.

Finally at the end of winter, thousands of them led five thousand horses from the Horn of Africa, and the fiery red tall dromedary camel embarked on the journey northward.

They were going to cross the Mongolian desert, pass the newly built Ulaanbaatar City, and continue northward to reach Ulaanwude City on the east side of Lake Baikal. Then five hundred strong men stayed and formed the Siberian Special War Camp.

Their family went to Chita City to settle down halfway.

A long line of people pulled camels and left the prosperous and prosperous city of Naturalization in the wind and snow of early spring, and walked into the vast desert.

Sofia has felt that her eyes are not enough for her to see in the past month.

For the first time she knew that there was such a wonderful world outside the Alxa wasteland.

Her family gave six camels, one by one, carrying supplies and people. Otherwise, they would not be able to walk too far in the cold weather with their legs.

In the chilly spring, snowflakes filled the coats and hoods.

Her little face was red from cold, but she didn't feel bitter at all, and she felt warm in her heart.

Because Brother Fengxian promised that she would give priority to choosing a good piece of land outside Chita City. This land that is ten miles long and wide will be enough to grazle thousands of cattle, horses and alpacas, and her family will have a prosperous future.

At this time, after a month of training, she was able to use and maintain the old sleeves skillfully.

She hugged the beloved rifle in her arms, and even if she was sleepy on the camel, she was reluctant to let go. She made up her mind to achieve many military achievements. She saved up a dowry for her sister, married a wife for her younger brothers, and wanted her mother to live a rich old age.

And the grinding table promised that if she could achieve fifty results, she would give her a Hanyang-made (the old sleeve was made by Hanyang, which was different from the two. The early rifles produced by the Hanyang Arsenal were produced by the Hanyang Iron Factory, because the barrel was a product of the Hanyang Iron Factory and the quality was poor, so the barrel was added to protect the barrel. The old sleeve was named after this.)

If she can achieve a hundred results, she will give her another English-79 rifle.

I heard that it is a magic gun that can produce 36 firing rates in one minute.

It is also equipped with a large magazine of four rows of single-in and forty-six rounds.

Abu, I will definitely not let you down. I will take good care of my family. Just like you.

Their family has been in Alaxan for a long time, and more than a dozen generations have come to use Mongolian. The same is true for their father.

On that wasteland, Mongolian is the common language.
Chapter completed!