When the Eight-Power Allied Forces invaded China, the French army took the opportunity to occupy the eastern bureau of the Tianjin Machinery Bureau, and at the same time occupied nearby wasteland to build barracks. From the barracks to the French garrison headquarters in Zizhulin, a light railway was illegally built in the middle, and large areas of land along the way were occupied by the French.
Illegal appropriation.
As the saying goes: A musket is pointed far away in the purple bamboo forest. Why did you ask the owner when borrowing the land? A strong bandit's cannon hides absurd principles, and a weak teacher sells the rules at his knees.
The French barracks at that time have long been demolished, but the shooting range has been preserved and became a place for foreign devils to have fun.
"This is an M1916 rifle, with a magazine capacity of 5 rounds, and a bayonet can be installed on the front of the butt." French garrison commander Li Fusen personally served as the instructor. The foreign devil pulled the bolt and aimed at the fixed target in front.
"boom!"
One shot hits the bullseye.
"Good marksmanship!" Zhou Hexuan clapped his hands and praised.
Li Fusen explained the essentials, threw the gun to Zhou Hexuan, and said with a smile: "You should try it too."
Zhou Hexuan followed suit and put the butt of the gun on his shoulder, aimed at the three-point line, and pulled the trigger - bang!
The long gun body suddenly rose up, and the huge recoil hit his shoulder. As for the bullet that was fired just now, it had already flown to nowhere.
Li Fusen laughed: "Haha, Charles, you are very talented in shooting. It was the first time you played with a rifle and you didn't even get rid of it."
"I will take this sentence as a compliment." Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly.
Marshal Chu gave Zhou Hexuan a ten-day holiday. Of course, he wanted to take advantage of it and begged Li Fusen to come to the shooting range to practice shooting. Now that the war is in chaos, there is one more self-defense skill that he can use one day.
But the design of this old-fashioned rifle is really anti-human. The distance between the butt of the gun and the shoulder is too short, and the bullets can easily fly into the sky. If you shoot with the butt of the gun under your arm, novices will not be able to do it at all. Missing the target is common.
thing.
There was no other way, so Zhou Hexuan could only go from easy to difficult, first practicing the lying down shooting posture, which would make it easier to master the balance.
Li Fusen looked at it for a while and felt bored, so he went to play with himself. The garrison commander shot a gun for several hours every week.
"Bang bang bang..."
After Zhou Hexuan fired more than 50 bullets, he was finally able to ensure that he would no longer miss the target and gradually mastered some skills.
Li Shuanzhu looked at it with eyes burning, and he rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Zhou, can you let me touch this gun?"
The Fengcian warlords were supported by the Japanese, and most of the firearms they purchased were Japanese-style firearms. As a guard soldier directly under Chu Yupu, the best gun Li Shuanzhu had ever used was only a 38-gai, and the French M1916 rifle was in his hands.
Unbearable itching.
"Here!" Zhou Hexuan smiled and handed over the gun.
Li Shuanzhu fumbled for a while, half-crouched and fired at the target, and actually hit the edge of the target. He then shot again, and this time it was close to the target.
"Not bad!" Zhou Hexuan was greatly surprised. He didn't expect that the silly-looking Li Shuanzhu would be so good at marksmanship. No wonder he was selected into the commander's direct guard.
Li Shuanzhu chuckled and said, "This is nothing to me, the commander is the most powerful."
Zhou Hexuan handed him a cigarette and asked: "Why is the Marshal so awesome?"
"The commander will hit wherever he points. He could hit a sparrow in the eye from such a distance just now," Li Shuanzhu said with admiration. "The commander is not only a great shooter, but he is also very capable of killing people. He used to lead his troops every time.
Charge and chop the enemy to pieces with a machete, and we veterans will obey him."
Zhou Hexuan was speechless. Sure enough, those who can get ahead in this era are not very good. It is unimaginable that Chu Yupu, who is only about 1.6 meters tall, can actually lead an army to charge with a knife?
After practicing rifles for half an afternoon, Zhou Hexuan switched to pistols.
This short guy makes it even more weird. Once the distance exceeds 50 meters, the impact point of the bullet will be completely random, and whether it can hit it depends purely on luck.
Think about later film and television works. The protagonists can shoot headshots from across the street. The hit rate is comparable to that of a sniper rifle. It’s really bad!
things in fairy tale are lies……
Li Shuanzhu seemed to be addicted to playing with guns. On the way back, he asked: "Mr. Zhou, when can I go to the shooting range again?"
"You like shooting so much, you can follow the commander to the military camp." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Li Shuanzhu said: "The bullets in the military camp are very precious. How can we shoot casually like today?"
Only then did Zhou Hexuan remember that China was short of guns and ammunition at this time, and did not dare to let the soldiers do what they wanted. A new soldier who could fire 10 rounds of ammunition from the moment he was recruited into the army to the time he went to the battlefield could already be called an elite unit.
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Especially in the early days of the Republic of China, warlord battles were truly exciting: the officers of both sides stood behind to supervise the battle, the attackers rushed forward in a swarm, and the defenders picked up their guns and started beating them randomly. Everyone wanted to finish the bullets quickly, and then there was a reason
Pull back. There was an interesting story in Sichuan. The common people helped the old and young out of the city to watch the war, treating the warlords' war as a reporting performance. Some even shouted "Xiong Qi" without taking it too seriously!
Zhou Hexuan couldn't help but think: If I had traveled ten years earlier, I might have led troops to fight for the world. Even a bastard like Zhang Zongchang can become a commander, why can't I?
Of course, this kind of thought is just a thought. Zhou Hexuan really doesn't know how to fight.
Nowadays, wars are raging in China. Feng Yuxiang's National Army is fighting endlessly with the Zhili Army and the Jin Army. Ye Ting's independent regiment has also entered Hunan and joined forces with Tang Shengzhi and Wu Peifu to fight fiercely.
The people everywhere were miserable, but Zhou Hexuan lived a life of ease. He only had to stay in Tianjin to save his life and wait for the principal to swear an oath for the Northern Expedition. Marshal Chu would not be in glory for long.
Zhou Hexuan took a rickshaw back to the concession. As soon as he arrived at the gate of the Marshal's Mansion, two people rushed to stop him.
"What are you doing!" Li Shuanzhu yelled loudly.
Zhou Hexuan stopped Li Shuanzhu and asked with a smile: "Xiangji, why are you here?"
The visitor was none other than Li Shoumin's second brother, Li Xiangji. He introduced the middle-aged man next to him and said: "Mr. Zhou, this is my boss, Mr. Liu Huicheng Liu. He is the owner of Lili Bookstore."
Zhou Hexuan shook hands with Liu Huicheng and said, "Hello, Boss Liu."
"Mr. Zhou, nice to meet you!"
Liu Huicheng said enthusiastically: "I'm sorry to bother you today, but I'd like to thank Haihan."
Zhou Hexuan asked directly: "Does Boss Liu have anything to do with me?"
"It's like this," Liu Huicheng explained, "The Bookstore wants to publish Mr. Zhou's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". I wonder if we can discuss it?"
"The serialization hasn't even finished yet." Zhou Hexuan said with a smile.
Now "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has been serialized to the point where Guo Jing and Huang Rong cause trouble with the Iron Palm Gang. As the storyline continues to advance, there are more and more die-hard fans. Readers are spread across several provinces in North China, and there are even fans in some places in the south. They follow it every day.
I can't even sleep.
Liu Huicheng said: "Although the novel is not finished, one or two separate volumes can be published first."
"How to calculate royalties?" Zhou Hexuan asked with a smile.
"How about 15%?" Liu Huicheng gave a price without knowing anything.
Royalties during the Republic of China were always very high. In the past few years, Taidong Bookstore's royalties to Guo Moruo were 10%; Hu Shi's royalties for the first edition of Crescent Society were 15%, and reprints were 20%; Beixin Bookstore's royalties to Lu Xun were generally 20%, and sometimes
Reaching 25%; Liang Qichao's printing price was the highest, once reaching 40%, and even proposed "self-printing, 40% off settlement", which meant that he paid for the printing himself, and the bookstore helped with the sales agency, and the author got 60% of the money sold.
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Zhou Hexuan listened without comment and said to Li Xiangji: "Invite your brother to come out for dinner on the weekend. See you later."
After saying that, Zhou Hexuan turned around and walked towards the Marshal's Mansion.
"Wait a minute," Liu Huicheng pulled Zhou Hexuan's sleeve, "Mr. Zhou, the price is negotiable, I am willing to give 25%!"
Good guy, it suddenly increased by 10 points, which is equivalent to the highest price of Lu Xun's royalties.
Zhou Hexuan counter-offered: "For Xiangji's sake, the royalties are 30%, and the price will be calculated separately when the full set is reprinted."
Liu Huicheng thought about the popularity of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and gritted his teeth and said, "That's it!"
