"Western Affairs: British Technician, Shaves His Hair and Joins Warlords at the Beginning"
"What kind of artillery does a foreigner know? I'm afraid he can't even carry a blunderbuss!"
In the Qing army camp, Liu Heling's spittle sprayed on my face, and the generals behind me burst into laughter.
I didn't say anything, I just asked people to drag up the broken copper cannon known as the "Miao Jiang Nemesis". My fingertips traced the air holes in the cannon body, and I sneered: "This thing will explode after two rounds. Do you want to use it to keep the jam?"
Before he finished speaking, the artillery battalion manager did not believe in evil and forcibly charged the powder to ignite the fire - boom! The barrel exploded to pieces, and the fragments flew past Liu Heling's scalp.
When the whole camp was completely silent, I picked up the French mountain cannon I made and said, "Look, what does it mean to be a real guy?"
Fifty steps away, the Miao checkpoint flagpole was blown into powder; three hundred steps away, the gunpowder magazine hidden in the mountain col exploded into flames.
The Miao people held up their ghost-headed swords and called me a "foreign devil." I adjusted the muzzle of the gun and said, "Aim at that black bull flag and shoot me!"
With one shot, the Miao King's banner and half of the mountain collapsed into scorched earth. The defeated soldiers climbed down the mountain crying, and what they shouted was not "spare my life", but "Gun God, spare your life"!
From the abandoned son who was abandoned by the British Consulate to the Qing army who met the "gun ancestor" who wanted to salute, I only used three guns:
A door blasted through the Miao people's stone stronghold, letting them know that iron is harder than stone;
One shot shattered the ambitions of speculators and made the Qing army understand who their backers were;
The last gate is built on the top of Qianshan Mountain——
"Wherever my muzzle points, that's the truth. If Miao Jiang doesn't accept it? Then blast it until it does!"
