Codex of the Old Gods: I Have a World

It will explode after a violent collision, like the mechanical fuse of a cannonball.

He made all thirty salamander triangular skulls given by the elders of the sand people into heavy arrows.

While still wearing his armor, he put on his helmet and crossed the Ergun River to the other side on the Misty Traveler.

This is the southeast of Chita Prefecture in Tsarist Russia. At this time, it is sparsely populated and no one is seen. Only the border patrol barracks are lonely in the wilderness.

Zhao Chuanxin bent his bow and set an arrow.

whoosh...

Near a wooden barracks, a ball of fire burst out in the dark night.

boom……

Zhao Chuanxin shook his head and sighed: "Damn it, it was shot wrong."

Because the weight of the arrow became lighter and the wind was strong tonight, he lost his accuracy.

Zhao Chuanxin looked at the Russian soldiers pouring out of the barracks, looked at the vast land under the night, and sneered secretly - the land lost here will definitely be regained in the future.

The entire Ergun River and the areas along its banks, including Chita, should belong to China!

Seeing that the Russian soldiers were hairy, they began to look for the enemy everywhere. Zhao Chuanxin retreated quietly in the night.

When he came to the Ergun River, he looked at the place where the boundary monument had been erected, and was shocked to find that the boundary monument had been knocked down.

There were also messy footprints next to it, obviously done by Russian soldiers.

The boundary monument has a base, but no foundation has been dug. The wind cannot blow it down, but people can knock it down.

Zhao Chuanxin was stunned for a moment beside the boundary monument where he was lying down.

They knocked down the boundary markers but did not move them. The general psychological dynamic is: We don’t recognize this boundary monument, but we can’t afford to offend you, so let’s put it here upside down.

Zhao Chuanxin laughed dumbly and turned back to the mountainside hut.

The fire in the fireplace was not extinguished, so he added two pieces of firewood, washed his feet and went to sleep.

Zhao Chuanxin woke up before dawn the next morning, and even managed to catch up with Yao Bing to practice balancing skills when he returned to Lubin Mansion.

After breakfast, Yao Jia went to Zhao Chuanxin and whispered: "The clothes we customized in Lugang Town have arrived."

Zhao Chuanxin was surprised: "So fast? That's hundreds of cotton coats."

"Haha, you originally suggested that you could cut sleeves, chests, trouser legs, etc. according to size when making clothes. My girl is very clever. This not only saves fabric, but also speeds up the making of clothes a lot. Besides, we are deer. The garment factories in Gangzhen now use sewing machines.”

A rough assembly line garment factory.

During the Tongzhi period, sewing machines had been sold domestically.

By the time of Guangxu, sewing machines were still a novelty.

Not for anything else, just because it’s expensive.

A sewing machine costs 50-70 taels of silver. Who can afford it for ordinary people?

However, Lugang Town has a different development philosophy, focusing on both quality and speed.

Zhao Zhongyi is not short of money and is willing to inject capital into his own business. All equipment must be the most advanced and best.

In the 21st century, the two tools of the Chinese people at that time became - speed + imitation.

If you can do it, I can do it. I can imitate it very quickly.

The problem is that everyone wants to make quick money and ignores quality.

The smartest brains in the world, coupled with the most diligent bodies and the most dexterous hands, have made all kinds of shoddy and inferior products...

The concept of making quick money made Da Meili, who boasted himself to be the best in finance, lose all his money. He sighed happily and said: It is a wealth pool. Most people throw money away in order to get a handful, but all the money they throw away is lost. A few people quickly moved away, and no one wanted to really develop...

Zhao Chuanxin did not go to Manzhouli. Zhang Shouzeng was responsible for this matter. He brought the clothes back with someone.

There is only one battalion of cavalry in Lubin Mansion, which is less than one standard of the new army.

There are currently only a few dozen people who regularly rotate around Lubin Mansion, and the one currently leading the team is Brounga, the right-wing general manager of Sauron.

Zhao Chuanxin asked Yang Sang'a to call Bulong'a and others over to try on clothes.

When Brong'a and others arrived and saw the clothes, their eyes widened.

There are only three sizes of clothes: large, medium and small.

Medium is the most numerous.

"Line up and try on the cotton coat first."

Everyone still lined up unskilledly, and Brounga was at the front eager to try.

Earthy yellow cotton coat with wool lapels.

This thing looks better and more generous when loose than compact, so the whole body is made wider.

Brounga put the cotton coat on his body, put his hands into the sleeves, and turned around: "Good, good, good, good, it can block the cold wind, it's very warm!"

When the people behind heard this, they immediately became commotion.

Zhao Chuanxin said: "There are also pants. Once you feel comfortable with them, get out of the way and get out of the way. The people behind will come one by one. This is the winter uniform of our Lubinfu army."

Bulonga, who was very happy, rubbed his neck and asked: "Master Prefect, do we need to spend any money on this?"

This is no joke. In previous wars, it was normal practice to bring your own dry food, salutes, clothes, and horses.

"No, the government government gives it to our army for free. I'm afraid it will freeze you guys, so hurry up and get lost."

When Brounga heard this, he ran to the back without even trying on a pair of baggy trousers. As he ran, he said: "No money, the prefect gave it to me for free..."

Wearing a cotton coat, he looked swollen like a bear and swayed as he ran.

The crowd was in commotion again.

Some workers heard that Lubin Prefecture was distributing cotton-padded clothes and came over to watch the excitement.

It doesn't matter at first sight. The cotton coat is very thick, longer than the knees, with a Western-style collar and wool lapels. The buttons are not coiled buttons, but very large copper buttons, eight in two rows, with patterns embossed on them like coins. It says: Lubin Mansion.

Another feature is: a piece of gray canvas fabric from later generations is sewn on the sleeve, which is in the shape of a gray axe.

The cotton coat is bulging, oh, how much cotton does it need to be filled with?

Immediately, someone asked Bloung with envy: "Sir, do you want us to accept Han people as soldiers? I have strong bones and can run two miles without losing breath..."

Brounga was stunned for a moment, and instinctively wanted to curse.

Because this three-thirds of an acre of land is paid by bannermen.

But this straight-headed man swallowed back the curse this time and asked uncertainly: "Can you ride a horse?"

"This, I won't..."

"I heard that the prefect will recruit troops from the army in the future. Maybe you can give it a try then."

"Can there be jackets like yours?"

"Then... I don't know."

The man rolled his eyes but said nothing.

After everyone had received their clothes, Zhao ordered Brounga to line up and lectured: "The salary will be paid in full, winter clothes will be provided in winter, summer clothes will be provided in summer, and rice, flour, grain and oil will be provided during the festivals. Who the hell will do anything wrong during training?" You bastard, you're just trying to show off with me, don't tell me I'll slap you with a military stick!"

Everyone laughed.

Zhao Chuanxin added: "Your ancestors, Sauron's three tribes, beat Maozi's Cossack cavalry until they cried for their fathers and mothers, but when they came to you, they were driven from the north bank of Hylar to the south bank."

When everyone heard this, their laughter gradually stopped, some were solemn, and some were breathing heavily with their noses flaring.

In fact, even now, the men of the Sauron tribe are still very savage, and they still dare to mount their horses and fight with all their might, and they are not necessarily afraid of Maozi's guns when they shoot with bows and arrows.

Don't look at their chaotic training while off the horse, but when they get on the horse, or fight in the old forest, they all move forward bravely, and maybe they will soon be even more organized than on the ground.