C978 The Battle of the Great Qingdao (1/2)
The Mini Rifle in the front, the American Spencer, and even a very rare Prussian Mauser that no one knew by name.
This was really something, the bullets were all bullets made of brass, and the gunpowder from the torch was sealed inside the shell, so there was no need to think about loading it, and no need to be afraid of the damp.
This was copper! Who among the men in the bitterly cold lands would dare to use copper as a spear? Isn't this just a waste of money? With two copper coins in his hand, he still needed to be meticulous in his calculations. But the foreigners already used copper coins as bullets. Was Europa really a country of gold?
Who exactly was that To Boss person? How could he have so many good stuff? Four taels of golden sand could buy such an amazing Gun. One must know that if two taels of golden sand were to go to the black market in Ningguta, it would not even be able to buy a single birdrod.
People only knew that this To Boss came from a place far away from the Ryukyu. It was said that there was no snow all year round? Fuck, what kind of place is that? Can't it snow?
The men of the dark mountains and rivers, who had never read a book before, naturally hadn't studied geography either. They had only heard that the people of the distant caravans had brought some legends, saying that the Beijing had produced a great scholar, that he could write a book, and that he could fight wars, defeating the foreigners.
In the late Qing's time, the people's knowledge was extremely limited, people who could understand their own country were considered to be knowledgeable, but to go through one or two residences, could be said to be a person with the ability to roam the North.
Who was Xiao Letian? So what if he was the Ryukyu? What was happening in the Beijing was as distant as a legend to them.
Those who treated them well all understood it as well. This To Boss who worked under the Prime Minister Xiao was able to sell arms to everyone at such a cheap price, this friendship was priceless.
Wang Gui rubbed his hands together as he took the wine gourd from Ding Si's hands and drank a mouthful of it. The burning sensation went from his throat to his stomach, ”To Boss brought a lot of things this time, he knows that we are lacking something, and he sent us a batch of strong alcohol, and also food from foreigners, what can we call canned food … Furthermore, they said that once they started a conflict with the old setae, they should not fight head on with them.
”The Ai Tuolin on the other side of the ocean can be considered to be sworn enemies with us. I heard from To Boss that the old setae's attack will be in the next few days …”
Wang Gui opened up a mouth of wood box s from under the cloth. Inside were five neatly arranged Mauser's rifle s. The bottom of the wood box was completely filled with shining yellow metal bullets. He picked up the rifle and threw it at Ding Si, ”Don't say that I didn't take care of you, I didn't give you the rifle because it was too smelly, and I wasted bullets giving you the rifle too … ”Now that the great war is coming, I will give you a good spear and you will have an extra life on the battlefield!”
”Motherf * cker, your spear is so stinky …” Ding Si felt his nose sour, and started to stuff bullets into his pockets with the rifle on his back. He could feel the care his brothers had for him.
The hundred plus Gold picker in the bay were busy unloading new rifles, bullets, medical supplies, military rations and even rum s that were unique to Ryukyu. This kind of sweet wine was not liked by the Northeast grandfathers, but the local cooking pot wine was too expensive to brew and the production was not as large as this kind of wine, and once the cooking pot wine was exhausted, they would have to use rum s to replace it.
Everyone was busy with work. Just when most of the goods were unloaded, two muffled rumbling sounds suddenly came from the north side of the mountain. Everyone was stunned for a moment, and then shouted like a frying pan. Fuck, it's the cannons of the old setae! ”F * cking bastards! Taking advantage of the fog, they sneakily attacked us …”
All of the Gold picker present wanted to rush towards the North Mountain, but at this critical moment, Wang Gui took out his gun and fired off two shots into the air. Don't panic, the old setae had been quiet for quite a few months, he must have been prepared this time … The goods here can be said to be the last supply.