Hesitating, it was the first time Zhao Xian had done such a thing, and his clumsiness caused a bullet casing to fall on the back of his hand.
"Hiss~"
He suddenly felt so hot that he grinned and gasped.
Following Han Du's movements, he awkwardly loaded the bullet and closed the magazine.
Zhao Xian raised the revolver and aimed it at another tree.
"boom!"
The huge sound made Zhao Xian's ears feel uncomfortable, but using the revolver for the first time made his old body feel a rush of blood boiling all over again.
Romance
Armed with a sharp weapon, a tyrannical sense of power rose from the bottom of his heart. If they had such a magical weapon back then, how could they be hunted down by the natives like rabbits desperate to choose their path?
Fingers like dead branches caressed the revolver and couldn't put it down.
This is really a good thing. It does not require the physical training of practicing in the summer and in the winter. Even if it is held by an old man like him, it can easily kill a strong man. And as long as you know how to use it, you can exert its power just by holding it in your hand.
This revolver is simply custom-made for pampered people like them. Why were the natives able to coax Zhao Xian and others to the point of jumping into the sea?
In fact, to put it bluntly, it's because they have been pampered for too long and are used to living a good life, and they can't even wield a sword or a gun. After this incident, Zhao Xian wanted to learn from the experience and arm themselves. Therefore, he came to Han Du to buy a waist knife. But he himself doesn't know how much effect this can have. I'm afraid it's better than nothing, just to give himself some psychological comfort.
But now this revolver is different, it is a real killer. Once possessed, it is a magical weapon that can greatly enhance their strength.
"Uncle, how much does this revolver cost? Uncle, please just ask." Zhao Xian looked at Han Du expectantly, not caring that he was stabbed by Han Du. As long as he could get this revolver, he would admit both of them, not to mention killing him with one knife.
With a smile on his face, Han Du reached out to grab the revolver and took it back from the reluctant Zhao Xian.
He chuckled lightly and said, "What do you think, Mr. Zhao? This revolver doesn't even have much in the Ming Dynasty. It's impossible to sell such an important weapon to protect the country."
"Uncle, uncle, let's go
Well, the common people are willing to pay twenty taels of gold. "Zhao Xian quickly took Han Du's hand, as if he wanted to insert the revolver back into Han Du and pull it out again, but he did not dare to be so presumptuous. He could only grab Han Du's arm and beg hard.
"Fifty taels, fifty taels of gold." Seeing that Han Du didn't let up at all, Zhao Xian couldn't help but increase the price again.
When Han Du heard this, his brows jumped involuntarily. Fifty taels of gold was indeed a temptation, but when Han Du thought that if he sold this thing, he would probably be hung up and beaten by Lao Zhu after he returned.
After thinking about it, he suppressed the temptation and shook his head slightly towards Zhao Xian.
"Uncle~" Zhao Xian wanted to say something, but Han Du stopped him with a wave of his hand, signaling him to retreat.
Zhao Xian gritted his teeth unwillingly, bowed his hands and left.
When Zhao Xian went back, the people in the house couldn't help but feel sad when they saw that his face was not good-looking.
Wen Yuan immediately asked: "Senior, is it because the Ming Dynasty didn't sell waist knives?"
Zhao Xian shook his head and said: "For sale, I have already agreed with my uncle that I will sell a thousand waist knives to us."
"What about the elder?" People in the Zhang family couldn't understand it. Since Jing Haibo was willing to sell his sword to them, which was something to be happy about, why did the elder still look sad?
Zhao Xian raised his head and sighed, these people didn't understand his pain. If he had never seen a revolver before, he would naturally be happy to buy a thousand waist knives.
But ever since he saw the revolver, he has no interest in waist knives at all. All I could think about in my mind was the appearance of a revolver.
With a sad lament, Zhao Xian and several family members said: "The Ming Navy has a kind of fire blunderbuss, which is extremely sharp..."
It is easy to load and can fire six times in a row. Is there really such a powerful fire gun in this world?
"This is real?"
Zhao Xian looked at the suspicious looks of several people and couldn't help but sneered, "I have tried it myself. Do you think it is true or false?"
"Is the uncle willing to sell it?" the Zhang family asked quickly.
Wen Yuan sneered and said, "Do you even need to ask? If uncle is willing to sell it, will the elder still be here sighing?"
Zhao Xian nodded toward Wen Yuan and sighed: "That's it. Uncle said this is a big deal."
Ming Zongqi cannot be sold to us. "
Not selling?
Several people looked at each other and saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes.
They know better than anyone what kind of people are in their families. If you want to enhance your own strength, buying a waist knife is only the first and simplest step. Next, we need to organize the young people in the clan to start practicing. This is also the most difficult step.
As for the young people in their family, even they themselves doubt whether they can dance with swords and guns.
"Now that we have seen such a good thing, we must do everything possible to get it." Wen Yuan said in a deep voice.
Seeing that several people were looking at him, he continued: "Since the elder can't go alone, then we might as well go together. Maybe the uncle will change his mind?"
Several people looked at each other and nodded in agreement. They wouldn't be willing to give up just like that!
Han Du was holding the revolver and meditating, weighing it over and over in his mind.
Then I heard someone coming to report that it was Zhao Xian who asked to see him again.
"Let him in." Han Du put away the revolver.
Isn't Zhao Xian still unwilling to give up? But Han Du made up his mind and would not sell the revolver to him.
"The common people are waiting to pay their respects to uncle." Zhao Xian and others saluted Han Du.
Han Du waved his hand and said, "Get up, no need to be polite. Why are you here?" Although he had a guess in his mind, Han Du still asked directly, knowingly.
Zhao Xian laughed dryly, gave a thumbs up, and praised: "Uncle is really quick to talk. In this case, the common people should not be secretive anymore. The common people and others beg the uncle to show mercy and sell us some revolvers."
Han Du knew the purpose of Zhao Xian and others' coming. He sighed slightly, shook his head and said, "I have told you a long time ago that this is an important weapon of the Ming Dynasty and cannot be sold."
"Uncle, do you mean that you can't sell it because the price of Cao Min and others is too low?" Zhao Xian said confidently, "To be honest, uncle, Cao Min and others have already discussed it, and we are willing to pay one hundred taels of gold for each. Price. If uncle is willing to sell it, the common people will bring the gold over immediately."
One hundred taels of gold! This is really revealing.
Even Han Du's heart couldn't help but beat violently when he heard the price.
