Fortunately, these pistol soldiers are not good enough, and it is also difficult for the Qing army to march at night.

The two sides remained in a stalemate until dawn.

Shuangxi took a look through the binoculars and saw shadows in the distance. They were retreating.

Wang Long wondered: "Why did they withdraw?"

Shuangxi put down the telescope: "The Qing government's goal is to recapture Zhennanguan. If they pursue me, they will follow me into the Yanzi Mountains across the border. They are afraid that provoking France will outweigh the gains."

At this time, Vietnam was French territory.

Zhennanguan is actually on the border. After running around for a short while, the fish bellies were already white in the east. Shuangxi and the others were already in the Swallow Mountain.

Because the Qing army no longer pursued them, everyone slowed down.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound in the grass in front, and several gray-headed people came out.

This is when people are most trapped. Wang Long, who was leading the way, took a nap and was startled: "Who?"

The person in front said: "Don't shoot, we are mountain people."

Shuangxi came forward to negotiate and found out that these people were local people who later joined the rebel army. They followed Huang Mingtang and ran away, but they didn't get far. They couldn't leave their families behind and automatically "left behind" along the way.

Shuangxi frowned: "Do you want to go back?"

"Yes, I have children at home and cannot go to Vietnam."

"But have you ever thought about the possibility of being retaliated against by the Qing army if you go back?"

"That's not possible. The law does not punish everyone, and I am not the only one who helped the rebels..." This person was taking a chance.

Shuangxi knows that persuasion is impossible.

He said to the pistol squad: "You continue to move forward and meet Governor Huang."

Along the way, it was Shuangxi who made the decision, and Wang Long was the vanguard. They were both highly capable, and everyone believed in them, even to the point of becoming dependent on them.

Someone said: "Brother Shuangxi, come with us. If you go to Vietnam, you will definitely be put into great use by Mr. Sun."

Shuangxi waved his hand: "Let's go quickly. The two of us will go back with them to take a look. We are afraid that the Qing army will settle the score and these brothers and their families will suffer."

Wang Long rolled his eyes: This is really a fucking father and mother.

As for the Qing army, Chen Bingkun and Zeng Shaohui had such a conversation.

Chen Bingkun said: "Among the rebels, the team at the rear was an elite group. Their number could not exceed twenty, but they easily ambushed and killed our team of thirty people. We saw that they had entered the Yanzi Mountains and it was useless to pursue them."<

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Zeng Shaohui stamped his feet: "Damn it, there are masters of mountain warfare among the thieves, and they dared to ambush on the roadside again and again along the way. They couldn't even catch their shadows."

It’s Wang Long.

When escaping, Wang Long single-handedly ambushed by the roadside, firing shotguns at every turn, wounding a large number of Qing troops, and then ran away.

We chased him here, but Wang Long was as nimble as an ape in the mountains, and he disappeared as soon as he moved around.

After a while, he appeared in front again, showing the courage of a skilled person.

The forests were deep, the leaves were dense, and the sky was dim. The Qing army was really hard to guard against.

A night of harassment made the Qing army exhausted.

Zeng Shaohui said: "If we fail to catch the rebels, how can we explain to the court?"

Chen Bingkun stroked his beard and said: "It doesn't matter, many of the rebels are local people. If they can escape, the monks can't escape from the temple!"

Zeng Shaohui sneered.

……

The next day, Zhao Chuanxin first went to see the injured Baima.

"Xi Lv Lv..."

Zhao Chuanxin tugged the horse's ears, and the white horse barked in dissatisfaction.

"Yes, it will be fine in another year and a half."

Chuishuiju said: "Master, this kind of injury will cause disease to both man and horse. In my opinion, this horse is useless."

Zhao Chuanxin held a comb, stroked the horse's neck back, and said: "Take good care of it. It may not be able to travel long distances, but it can save seeds and produce foals. This is a good horse."

Portuguese horses are also famous horses.

After handing the comb to Chui Shuijiao, Zhao Chuanxin said: "I may have to leave Ao Island in the next few days. You take good care of this horse. When the injury is stable, find a ship to transport it to Tianjin Wei and send it to Lu."

Go to Gangzhen."

Lugang Town is about to become a famous horse base.

With that said, Zhao Chuanxin put his hands behind his back and Shi Shiran left.

Today, those snot-nosed kids went crazy somewhere and it was very quiet on Jiuao Mountain.

Zhao Chuanxin went down the mountain and walked along the path towards the little old man's home.

Sure enough, in just a few days, the peak speed of the gathering of the power of faith has passed and the speed has slowed down.

Isn’t that just how people in the world burn incense when they have something to do? They only offer temporary services to Buddhas, and they offer longevity tablets at home, but they may not always recite them well.

Zhao Chuanxin was thinking wildly as he walked.

At one point along the way, I saw a group of snot-nosed babies gathered under a tree, holding the snacks they saved yesterday and coaxing a group of black-spine apes on the tree to come down and play.

Xian Yu said crisply: "You will scare them, stay away and let me come."

Zhao Chuanxin saw this, shook his head with a smile, and left quietly, letting them play.

When we arrived at the little old man’s house, the shark skin water bottle was already prepared.

Zhao Chuanxin tried it on and it fit him very well.

The main reason he wanted this thing was to keep warm underwater.

After bidding farewell to the little old man, Zhao Chuanxin headed north all the way, alone.

When you open a road over a mountain, you don’t need to build a bridge when you encounter water, you can just wade across it.

A ray of setting sun spreads over the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red.

Go ashore.

Crossing October 5th Street, passed by Tongfutang Pharmacy, passed by tea shops, and finally came to a barbecue shop to rest.

After entering, a little Portuguese girl looked up and asked Zhao Chuanxin with a spoon in her hand: "Sir, why is your hair different from theirs?"

A Portuguese couple sat next to the little girl. They first wiped the grease stains from the corners of her mouth, and then looked at Zhao Chuanxin haughtily.

Zhao Chuanxin's hair is already very long and his beard is thick.

Looks a bit like...a tramp.

Fortunately, he was neatly dressed, otherwise he would not have been intercepted.

This head of thick black hair is obviously different from the yin and yang hair of the people of the Qing Dynasty.

He winked at the little girl: "The whole world despises me, but I am the only one who is noble. Just like your parents, I am nobler than them, so my hair is like this."

The little girl was confused and blinked her big eyes: "Oh..."

But her parents were angry: "Don't listen to his nonsense, we are the noble ones."

The little girl was a little confused. She looked at Zhao Chuanxin and her parents: "Who is right?"

A paper pig appeared in Zhao Chuanxin's palm: "Let's ask the gods, gods, gods, do you think they are noble?"

To the shock of the Portuguese couple, the paper pig shook its head.

Zhao Chuanxin: "God, God, do you think I am noble?"

The paper pig nodded.

Zhao Chuanxin said to the little girl: "God is fair."

A good sense of right and wrong and values ​​must be established from an early age.

Today's scene left a deep impression on the little girl.

"This is all a deception, Sophia, don't believe it."

"But this gentleman is really communicating with gods."

"..."

Zhao Chuanxin ignored them and ordered a three-color meal.

In fact, there are three colors, ranging from dark to light, consisting of barbecued pork and rice.

Zhao Chuanxin did not expect that there would be rice bowls at this moment, which was considered the beginning of a combination of Chinese and Western catering.

He took a bite. It was sweet and the barbecued pork sauce on it was very rich.

Obviously, this kind of food is in line with Westerners’ eating habits.
To be continued...