In Zhao Chuanxin's design draft, he drew a fishman from Hellboy with a diving suit on top.

This kind of weird painting attracts children's attention.

Xian Yuqing was surprised to see Zhao Chuanxin's hand painting as accurately and quickly as a printer.

At this time, people in China still generally used freehand brushwork, and Xian Yuqing had no chance to see Western paintings.

Zhao Chuanxin actually has a rich imagination and a strong sense of space, but he just doesn't have the ability to create combinations out of thin air like his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.

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

The little old man never had a design draft for the water tank. He scratched his head and said, "No need to bother."

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

Even if there is no design draft, with the help of Zhao Chuanxin, the little old man feels like a fish 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. If you want to do this..."

He made a casual stroke, and Zhao Chuanxin raised the knife and dropped it.

Pieces of shark skin are quickly formed.

The little old man smeared the seams with isinglass and then sewed them.

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

Little old man: "..."

Should you do it or should I do it?

Zhao Chuanxin doesn't care about so many things, such as hidden needle stitches, overlock stitches, satin stitches...especially the back stitching method that needs to be sewn firmly and easily torn.

The joints in the little old man's hands are swollen, which is obviously caused by rheumatism caused by living at sea or near the sea for a long time, so his movements are a bit clumsy.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took the shark skin away: "You say, I will do it."

In fact, all kinds of handicrafts are Zhao Chuanxin’s specialty.

War and everything else are amateur.

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 hierarchies.

Many needlework skills are still a secret that has not been passed down.

Sewing and mending can also be sold for money.

While Zhao Chuanxin was busy at work, a group of snot-nosed kids murmured and hid some while sharing snacks, not knowing what to do.

As the sky filled with clouds that night, Zhao Chuanxin dropped the half-finished water support, stretched and said, "You can do the rest yourself, and I'll 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."

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

The little old man stroked his beard and said with a smile: "This man is also a strange man. At the market, he buys coquettish food and books for the children who have no relatives. He buys books without thinking of anything in return and speaks passionately. It is expected that he will not care about it."<

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The old lady felt relieved.

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Night falls.

The shelling at Zhennanguan finally stopped.

People up 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 will not be prepared. Open a gap in the early morning, and the army will take a small road and leave at night. If the Qing army does not notice everything, it is easy to say what happens.

If there is any disharmony, it all depends on Mr. Zhang."

Shuangxi said nothing, 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, just listen to my command. If you listen, you will survive."
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By 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, so they couldn't help but nodded in conviction.

Wang Long added: "Seven of you are following me, and the other eight are with Brother Shuangxi, and we are divided into two teams. When I say charge, who will hold you back? I will be the first to kill you. Charge, I am at the front."

.Mao Dajin is a dead man, and I will die in front of you, do you understand?"

"Understood!"

At the foot of the mountain, the Qing army was sound 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: "It's up to you."

Shuangxi leaned against the pillar, half-closed his eyes to rest his mind, 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, I raised my head and glanced at Zhennanguan, only to see bright fire and no movement.

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

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

He was startled and didn't bring a gun. He just pulled out a dagger he carried as a warning, 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, turned around and left.

"Zeng Guangui, something is wrong."

Zeng Shaohui, a supervisor in Dalian, was shaken awake, and his boss was unhappy: "What's wrong?"

"Either they want to take a small road to sneak attack, or they just 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 goes wrong, you and I will not be able to absolve ourselves of the blame. We must not delay the military aircraft and be careful not to make a big mistake."

Zeng Shaohui sighed: "Then send a team of people to explore."

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

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."

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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.

As he was walking, Wang Long, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, raised his arm and gestured behind him.

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

However, the rebel army's pistol squad does 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 shout in a low voice: "Wait a minute."

Only then did everyone stop drinking.
To be continued...