mage in the late qing dynasty

Chapter 459
Zhao Chuanxin didn't dare to take a bath, so he just went back and wiped his body before going to the fitness room.

Miao Cuihua is not here.

Zhao Chuanxin sat down, scratching his ears and cheeks, not knowing why he was in a hurry.

Suddenly the lights went out.

With the curtains drawn, the room was pitch black.

Suddenly the light came on.

What was bright was not the overhead light, but a light hanging on the wall. The light was gathered and shone on the stage.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw Miao Cuihua clearly on the stage, his nose became hot and started to bleed.

The wide-leg trousers are made of gauze with gold and silk patterns, with jingle bells around the waist, hollowed-out thighs on both sides, and only a hard cloth belt hanging above the hip bone.The belt seems to fall off at any time, but the waist-to-hip ratio is amazing, and the belt is so firm.

Seeing that the abdomen is plump but has vest lines, Zhao Chuanxin feels that this may be the healthiest and most beautiful female figure.

Up, just a corset.

There is still a ring below.

There was even a drumbeat.

thump...

The phonograph in the corner played distinctive tribal-style music.

Miao Cuihua swayed her limbs like a snake, and while twisting her extremely flexible waist and hips, Zhao Chuanxin could see the gaps in the veil, revealing a touch of whiteness faintly.

It's too crazy.

Zhao Chuanxin's nose bleeds a lot, and he forgot to wipe it off.

This kind of dance should be a tribal fusion style, which was taught by Zhao Chuanxin at the beginning.

But it's not entirely true, it even incorporates the movements of the balance technique.

With Miao Cuihua's self-made costumes and props, the impact on the male vision is indescribable.

When she turned around, Zhao Chuanxin saw a triangular hollow belt hanging from her waist, and the gauze was translucent.

shadowy...

On the back, there is also a tattoo. I don't know when it was tattooed. The pattern is familiar to Zhao Chuanxin. It must be the style of the Kanaka tribe, which faintly corresponds to Zhao Chuanxin's tattoo.

Women of the Kanaka tribe are not eligible to have tattoos on their bodies. At most, they can have a vertical tattoo on the lower jaw.

Mahina must know this, but why tattoo her?
Miao Cuihua's skin is fair and delicate, while the tattoo pigments of the Kanaka tribe are darker, reflecting her fairer skin.

Somehow, with the addition of tattoos, Zhao Chuanxin felt even more alluring.

Really, Zhao Chuanxin swears that today he encountered the biggest temptation in his life.

Gu, it's really too Gu!
Every movement, Zhao Chuanxin felt that her lower garment was dangerous.

But it never came to fruition.

Art, really art.

At the end of the song, Miao Cuihua danced and danced, and at the end, she came to Zhao Chuanxin without knowing it.

I don't know how she did it, her expression is cold, but her eyes are charming, maybe it's eye shadow?

She just lowered her head slightly, then raised her eyes, and Zhao Chuanxin's heartbeat would speed up.

Captain Zhao also wanted to quibble: "I, I read it with a critical eye..."

Miao Cuihua's voice was ethereal: "Is the king going to court early tomorrow?"

"No, it's getting late, it's time to sleep..."

Miao Cuihua took a step closer, bent slightly, and supported Zhao Chuanxin's knees with both hands: "Why don't you look at me?"

Zhao Chuanxin's anger started from his heart, and his evil turned to his gallbladder.

What a woman, dare to provoke the uncle?

He stood up abruptly, embraced Miao Cuihua with one arm, and lifted her up directly.

Miao Cuihua was not afraid either, she casually put a white and tender arm on his shoulder, tilted her head and looked at him with a half-smile.

Zhao Chuanxin hooked the hollowed-out belt with his fingers, pinched one end with his index finger and thumb, and held the other end with his other three fingers and palm, competing with one hand.

collapse……

The strap broke.

Well, I'm going to unravel the biggest suspense of tonight.

Captain Zhao didn't want to separate occasions at all. He started from the gym and traveled thousands of miles.

The confrontation between two masters who practice balance is often sensational and intense.

Why do you need to put out the candle to untie Luoyi?
The dog-day light that I got from no one knew where, made the atmosphere just right.

White flesh and black flowers, seen in the moon clouds.

Not red in the face and out of breath.

As Zhao Chuanxin's physical fitness is getting better and better, he actually has a kind of regret that opponents are hard to find.

But today is really a match for chess.

Sister Hua is the most talented and best practiced person among Zhao Chuanxin who taught balance technique, even Zhao Chuanxin sighed.

Hard work makes her strong.

Like Yi shooting the nine sunsets, like the emperors flying dragons.Come like a thunderbolt, stop the wrath, stop like Jiang Hai condenses the light.

Sister Hua finally broke out tonight.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly felt hearty.

The two looked at each other, smiled, and fell asleep hugging each other.

The next morning, they opened their eyes again almost at the same time.

Their bodies are all strong, and they lie facing each other with their legs crossed, so they don't feel numb and tired all night.

Miao Cuihua put her forehead against Zhao Chuanxin's chin: "Let you feel it."

Zhao Chuanxin chuckled: "That's right, it's hard to say that it didn't give me a little shock for an empty nester like me."

"Men are like this. I reconciled with myself when I was very young and realized that I am just an ordinary person."

"Then you, an ordinary person, have so many tricks."

"Have fun while suffering."

"There are a lot of fallacies."

There are generally two types of reconciliation with oneself.

One is fateful reconciliation.

Acknowledge that you are ordinary, and it is difficult to make great achievements, so calm down and start a new life.

The other is the recognition-style reconciliation.

Suddenly the golden shackle was opened, and the jade lock was torn off here.Huh?A letter from the tide on the Qiantang River came, and today I know who I am.

Zhao Chuanxin recognized some things when he was very young.

Miao Cuihua just woke up today.

Memories of being desperate, displaced, disappointed, etc. are all fleeting, and I don’t care about them anymore.

Unlike Zhao Chuanxin, Miao Cuihua has faith. She believes that there are gods in this world, and Zhao Chuanxin is God, so she firmly believes that the views of the Kanaka people are true.

It's just that God is different from what she imagined.

God does not necessarily have to be superior, may not be unsmiling, and may not be devoid of emotions.

When she was chatting with Mahina, she said some of her own opinions and inadvertently expressed some thoughts.

Moreover, Miao Cuihua's figure, skin and temperament have undergone earth-shaking changes recently.

The simple and honest Mahina vowed that Miao Cuihua was destined to be the woman of God, and she had inherited the power of God, so she broke the rules and tattooed Miao Cuihua.

Zhao Chuanxin touched her back and said, "Why don't you have a scar?"

His body is numb, and Miao Cuihua's back is slippery.

Miao Cuihua said: "At first there were, but later they all healed."

Is it still the effect of the Balancing Technique?

Zhao Chuanxin usually practiced this very little, because he felt it was unnecessary.

It must be because of this.

So, he felt it again with his hands up and down, back and forth, left and right.

Really.

Slippery.

Miao Cuihua said: "Be careful, don't split your fingers."

"Don't worry, my fingers are very stable."

"You're leaving today, I'll get up and make breakfast for you."

Zhao Chuanxin was not idle either. After washing, he hurried to assemble the parts polished yesterday.

The isolating sear is split in two, and the left isolating switch controls the hammer in half-fire mode.When switched to burst mode, the left isolator switch is disabled, and the rotating cam and clutch spring allow up to three rounds to be fired at once.

The hammer moves in reverse so the clutch spring can rotate the cam, the trigger rotates forward, and the blocker migrates to engage the deep groove of the cam.When the hammer moves successively, the cam rotates backward.The blocker is again combined with the hammer.The sear burst is triggered and the hammer is released again.The cam rotates again and the cycle repeats.When the blocker engages the third deepest notch on the cam, the isolator at this point fully controls the hammer, blocking it.To fire three more rounds, the trigger must be released and pulled again.

This is the three-shot principle.

It is easy to achieve only semi-automatic, and it is also easy to achieve only bursts like Maxim. Only this three-point shooting is the most difficult level right now, but it is still overcome by Benjamin Goldberg.

It is very complicated. Zhao Chuanxin participated in the whole process of design, but he also spent a lot of effort on installation.

The short but high-strength clutch spring is quite troublesome to manufacture and cannot be mass-produced.

Zhao Chuanxin installed all the parts, and the sun had already risen.

He was in a hurry.

Pulling the handle, ejecting the magazine, rotating the fire mode, pulling the trigger, everything was fine, so Zhao Chuanxin didn't try the gun at all.

He said hello, called Mi Shan to get on his horse and left.

On horseback, he reloads the magazine.

But in broad daylight, he can't shoot at will.Load two 30-round double-column magazines, stuffed like an aluminum receiver.

Zhao Chuanxin said that wars at this time are often full of excitement.

Like the Russo-Japanese War, it was considered a high-intensity war.

As the war continues to develop, it will become highly mobile.

When fighting, combat units often focus on encounters.

In the absence of satellite surveillance, unaimed reactive fire can injure or kill an enemy just as well as properly aimed fire.

In fact, this assault rifle is suitable for personal use or for the insurance team right now, but it is a bit inappropriate to put it on the battlefield at this time.

Because of the small caliber and short range, it is useless except for charging, because both the enemy and us usually fight "lively battles" at a safe distance.

Like World War I, sharpshooters usually fired at a distance of 1200 meters.

This is a very long distance. Zhao Chuanxin needs to use a special large-caliber sniper rifle to hit the target with the devil's crystal glasses.

What about the other sharpshooters?
Haha, most of them are just having fun.

The truly effective killing distance is often within 100 meters.

This is the conclusion reached by ORO after investigating 300 million casualty reports of the First and Second World Wars.

The insurance team is usually a special operation, and when the enemy and the enemy are restricted by the terrain, the assault rifle becomes particularly important.

Thinking along the way, Zhao Chuanxin came to New York Harbor.

There are so many people here that there is no end in sight.

Zhao Chuanxin was condescending, and saw 16 white-painted battleships on the sea, lined up in neat columns, breaking down arrogantly and domineeringly.

In addition to the capital ship, there are 6 destroyers and an oil tanker, which also has a cool name-Lightning Detachment.

The support fleet consists of 5 auxiliary ships including supply ship, repair ship, supply ship and hospital ship.

In addition, there are a huge number of merchant ships.

(End of this chapter)