Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

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 with precision and speed like a printer.

At this time in China, it was common to use splashing ink and brush strokes, mainly 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 does not have the ability to create combinations out of thin air like his apprentice Benjamin Goldberg.

"I just got up at night and saw rolling rocks on the mountain. Someone must have accidentally touched them."

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

When everyone took a look, they realized that the enemy had been wiped out...

Wang Long glanced at Shuangxi.

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.

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

He raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.

When the Qing army approached, Shuangxi and Wang Long moved at the same time, followed by a group of pistol soldiers with earth-colored faces and daggers.

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.

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.

Instantly, noises broke out: "Enemy attack, enemy attack..."

He shouted: "Ceasefire, ceasefire..."

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

The joints of 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.

Wang Long watched the firelight shining at the foot of the mountain and listened to the roar of the Qing soldiers. A trace of ferocity appeared on his face: "Brother Shuangxi, why don't we use them as cannon fodder..."

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

When they left in a noisy manner, 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 said with a smile: "This is also a strange man. He buys coquettish food and books for unrelated children at the market, regardless of reward, and speaks passionately. I don't expect him to care about it."

People up and down the mountain began to light fires and make food.

Little old man: "..."

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

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

Because a bolt-action rifle can be pulled over the shoulder to aim, while a lever rifle needs to turn the bolt and re-aiming over the shoulder, which exposes the shooting posture and delays time.

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

Double Happiness is extremely helpless.

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

Zeng Shaohui, a senior management officer stationed in Dalian, was shaken awake. The boss was unhappy: "What's wrong?"

puff...

He just made a gesture, Zhao Chuanxin moved the knife like flying, and the skin of the war was cut instantly.

Shuangxi leaned against the pillar, half-closed his eyes to rest his mind, and just nodded slightly.

But the adrenaline rush subsided, and my hands and feet became even more weak.

A gap was opened and a group of people filed out.

War and everything else are amateurish.

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

Pieces of shark skin quickly formed.

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

Night falls.

"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."

Wang Long took out a Winchester M1894 from his bag. This lever rifle was also designed by John Browning and has always been regarded as a classic by the United States, but it is extremely rare on the battlefield.

Huang Mingtang gathered people and began to dismantle the fort.

One by one, they hunkered down and took small steps, sneaking away.

Zhao Chuanxin simply took the shark skin over and said, "You tell me, I'll do it."

It's early morning.

Many skills in needlework are still secrets.

"I have always dreamed of marrying a big-assed aunt..."

Shuangxi said nothing, just nodded and left.

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 in his hand and raised the muzzle of the Qing soldier's gun at the same time.

"Zeng tube, something is wrong."

The rest of the pistol squad had just witnessed the fighting power of Shuangxi and Wang Long, coupled with the fatal fight just now, they were completely helpless, so they became more obedient.

Some of them stabbed the knife in the wrong place.

"Either they want to take a small road to sneak attack, or they just want to escape."

"How do you know?"

Huang Mingtang sighed when he saw this, turned around and left.

As soon as he stopped, the person behind him bumped directly into his back.

There was no emotion on Shuangxi's face, no sadness, anger or fear.

When it comes to the pistol squad at the back, although they have been fighting with the Qing army during this period, neither side has reached the point of close combat.

Wang Long jumped over the hurdle and a fallen tree, ducking close to the Qing army.

……

puff...

bang, bang, bang...

Should you do it or should I?

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

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Shuangxi said: "From what I heard, there are not many people, maybe twenty or thirty people. Eat them."

Wang Long added: "Seven of you are following me, and the other eight are divided into two teams with Brother Shuangxi. When I say charge, whoever wants to hold you back in Gada, I will be the first to defeat you. Charge, I will be at the front." . Mao Dajin is dead, and I will die in front of you, do you understand?"

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

Just as he was about to lift his pants, he suddenly heard something rustling in the grass and trees.

In an ambush, three of the pistol soldiers died, and four others were defeated, but it was no serious problem.

Shuangxi glanced at his dead comrade: "Pick up the quick rifle ammunition on the Qing army and leave quickly."

As they were walking, Wang Long, who was leading the way, suddenly stopped, raised his arm and gestured towards the back.

Shuangxi uses the Mapai Luzi, 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.

The pistol squad leader breathed a sigh of relief.

The little old man said: "Then you should cut off this piece of shark skin. If you want to do this..."

Bullets floated into the sky.

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

There was an anxious atmosphere on the mountain.