There are front-loading Minie rifles, repeating American Spencer rifles, and even a very rare Prussian-made Mauser fast rifle that no one can name.
This is really a fun thing. The bullets are all made of brass. The cartridge case is equipped with a primer to seal the gunpowder inside. There is no need to think about charging at all, and there is no need to worry about getting wet. Just pull the bolt to load and shoot. Finally remove the shell and it will be fine.
This is copper! Who among the men in this bitter cold land would dare to use copper to make a gun? Isn't this a waste of money? You have to be careful with two copper plates in your hand, but foreigners use copper as bullets. Is Europa really the land of gold?
Who is that Boss Xiang? How come he has so many good things? Forty taels of gold can buy such a great foreign gun. You must know that if you go to Ningguta black market for four taels of gold, you can't even buy a gun.
The gold miners in Qingdao have been cooperating with Boss Xiang for more than a year. People only know that Boss Xiang comes from Ryukyu, far away. It is said that there is no snow there all year round? Damn it, what the hell kind of place is that? It doesn’t snow?
The men in Baishan and Heishui have never read books and certainly have not studied geography. They just heard some legends brought by people from distant caravans, saying that a great scholar came out of Forty-Nine City, who could write books and fight, and conquered all foreigners. Defeated.
In the late Qing Dynasty, people's knowledge was extremely limited. A person who could understand a county around him was considered a knowledgeable person. If he had traveled to one or two prefectures, he could be said to be a capable traveler.
So what happened thousands of miles away, who Xiao Letian was, what happened to Ryukyu, and what happened in Beijing were as far away as legends to them.
However, although people in remote areas are short-sighted, they have a conscience. They know whoever treats them well. Boss Xiang, who works for Prime Minister Xiao, can sell everyone arms at such a cheap price. This human friendship is priceless.
Wang Gui rubbed his hands and took the wine gourd from Ding Si's hand and took a sip of the old roast. The burning feeling spread from his throat to his stomach. "Boss Xiang brought a lot of things this time. He knows that we are short of food." They sent us a batch of spirits, as well as military rations for foreigners, what's the name of canned food... He also said that if there is a conflict with Lao Maozi, don't fight forcefully, and spread out to fight with them. If you can hold on, it will be a big credit. …”
"Etolin on the other side of the sea has a deadly feud with us. I heard from the boss that Lao Maozi's attack will only be in the next few days..."
Wang Gui opened a wooden box from under the tarpaulin. Five Mauser rifles were neatly stacked inside. The yellow metal bullets underneath were all filled with metal bullets. He picked up the rifle and threw it to Ding Si. "Don't say I don't take care of you. I didn't give it to you before because your marksmanship was too bad. It would be a waste of bullets to give it to you... Now that the war is coming, there will be more good guns for you on the battlefield." A life!"
"What the fuck, your marksmanship sucks..." Ding Si's nose felt sore, he put the rifle on his back and started stuffing bullets into his pockets. He could feel his brother's care for him.
Hundreds of gold miners are busy unloading goods in the bay, including brand-new rifles, bullets, medicines, military rations, and even Ryukyu specialty rum. Men in the Northeast don't like to drink this kind of sweet wine, but the local shabu-shabu liquor is really good. It consumes too much food and cannot be brewed. It is not as large as this kind of wine. Once the Shaoguo wine is used up, it will have to be replaced with rum.
Everyone was working in full swing. Just after the goods were almost unloaded, two loud booming sounds suddenly came from the north of the mountain. People were stunned for a moment, and then they shouted like a frying pan, "Cannon! Damn it!" Bazi’s is Lao Maozi’s cannon! These idiots took advantage of the fog to sneak up on us..."
The gold miners present wanted to rush to Beishan, but at the critical moment Wang Gui took out his gun and fired two shots in the air. "Don't mess around. I have been quiet for several months. I must be prepared this time...here." The goods can be said to be the last batch of supplies, so there is no point in losing them!"
"Hurry up and transport it to the cave. The remaining people will stay here and be careful of Lao Maozi's sneak attack... There is a big shopkeeper in the north and they will lead people to support it. It won't be a big deal for a while!"
As soon as Ding Si saw his elder brother speaking, the guy pulled the gun and shouted, "Yes, I heard you are right, elder brother. These are all treasures obtained with our gold. We must not lose them. Hurry up and transport them to the cave..."'
Wang Gui and Ding Si were obviously the small leaders among the more than a hundred gold miners. The rest did not dare to refute and quickly took over the work. At this time, the sound of artillery and gunfire from the north of the mountain was getting louder and louder, and the shouts of killing were earth-shattering.
More than two thousand Far Eastern survivors have gathered here in the Qingdao Gold Mine. They are all brave men who dare to kill people. There are also many wild Jurchens and Oroqen hunters among them. Although these people usually have a little friction with the Han people, once they encounter As for Lao Maozi, they were born to stand together.
"Charge... kill... kill old Maozi..." A faint shout of killing drifted over in the wind, and Wang Gui's face turned pale when he heard it.
"What a bad dish. When I just met the boss, he told us a lot that we just need to hold on to the mountain. We must not rush to the beach with the old man. The enemy has cannons! You are confused. The old shopkeeper is confused!"
At this moment, there was a loud rumble of cannons in the distance, and the angry sound of killing suddenly disappeared.
The beach north of Qingdao has become a blazing hell. The Aleut on the sea is a sail-steam-powered hybrid warship. The wooden shell is covered with a thick layer of iron armor. From a distance, it looks like a ferocious sea monster.
On the side of the battleship, more than a dozen gun ports were opened, and the black cannons were pouring out firepower. The beach was full of explosions and flames.
There were dozens of sampans near the beach, all of which were filled with Russian soldiers holding rifles. They did not rush to land but waited for the sea to give way and let the artillery clear the way for them.
The fanatical soldier raised his head and took a sip of vodka, and then shouted excitedly, "In the name of God, send these infidels to hell! Long live the Tsar..."
The counterattack of the gold miners on the beach lasted only more than twenty minutes, and sporadic firepower could not stop the enemy's attack. In the end, more than 200 corpses were left behind, and the troops fled towards the mountains like a tide.
"Attack! Far Eastern Cossacks, attack! Kill all the resisters and let them know that even a grain of sand in this land is the property of our tsar! Attack..."
Two battalions of Russian soldiers rowed onto the beach and rushed toward the mountains in front of them. On the hillside, the Chinese relied on the cover of the mountain to fire desperately downwards. However, although their firepower was fierce, it could not form a dense barrage. The experienced Russian veterans quickly rushed to the foot of the mountain.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way...the big shopkeeper was injured by a cannonball!" Two hunters in the mountain forest were carrying a stretcher. On the stretcher was the big shopkeeper of the gold mine, who was dripping with blood from the explosion.
"I'm the ancestor of this old man! Brothers, rush out and avenge the big shopkeeper!" The gold miners who don't care about discipline at all have no military qualities at all. They only know how to fight these invaders with their passion. or fight.
