Volume of Changning Kingdom: Section 3 Coast of Kalimantan Island (2)
"The big black ship is firing! The big black ship is firing!" I don't know whether he was answering Lin Laowu's question or he was already insane. In front of Lin Laowu, a jet black and thin pirate stood on the deck and shouted crazily -
- The big black ship is what the pirates called the h800 Sea Blue and Wild Wind that appeared on the sea half an hour ago. According to the owner of the ship, this ship is a ship made by a group in the north called Australia.
Although this big wharf of the Australians has not been around for a long time, it seems that even the red-haired foreigners are in awe of them. What is even more amazing is that I heard that this group of Australians killed the famous Zheng Daizhu in one day...
So when the pirates saw the legendary Australian ship for the first time in Nanyang, they were both excited and nervous. When they saw the big black ship approaching, the pirates hesitated for a while, but then they thought about it and they didn't meet the Australians when they arrived.
After the knot was settled, the big black ship parked far away and assumed a posture of watching the fire from the other side. It was impossible to give up the fat sheep just like that, so the owner of the ship ordered to continue attacking the "Good Luck". No one expected that
This ship can actually fire cannons from such a distance, and the power can be so huge. This is far beyond the pirates' understanding of naval guns...
A cloud of blood suddenly appeared in front of Lin Laowu's eyes. The man who was shouting in front of him just now collapsed to the ground, with several blood holes left on his body, and blood was gushing out. Seeing this scene
Lin Laowu fell to his knees directly, and kept knocking his head on the deck of the ship, muttering: "Grandma, forgive me! Grandma, forgive me! I really didn't kill anyone, wuwuwuwu..."
When Lin Laowu was repenting, another muffled sound came from under the boat, which scared Lin Laowu and fell to the ground. The water column caused by the bombardment quickly covered the surroundings of the pirate ship, and the seawater washed the hull like a heavy rain, and the entire sailboat
Was shaken violently.
"The ship is going to sink! Everyone, run away!..."
The Wild Wind's continuous bombardment shook the small dhow of the "Great Shark" to pieces, and the heavy cannon that just happened to hit the hull above the waterline completely destroyed the buoyancy of the "Great Shark".
The rest was destroyed. At this moment, the "Shark" was helplessly sliding into the embrace of the South China Sea.
After hearing the bad news that the ship was about to sink, the pirates who were still alive on the "Shark" jumped on the "Good Luck" on the opposite side. However, due to the lack of hooks and ropes, there was now a gap of more than two meters between the two ships.
, some sailors who jumped over and failed to catch the side of the ship fell heavily into the sea water, causing a column of spray... Lin Laowu got up from the deck and rummaged through the pile of dead people for the weapon he had just used.
After getting the rope, he soon found the hemp rope that was still connected to the "Good Luck" in a severed hand. Lin Laowu wrapped the rope around his body, then held the rope tightly and pulled out the "Big Shark"
After slamming into the oak hull of the "Good Luck", he used his last strength to climb up...
In Huang Lu's binoculars, a pirate with only a few rags hanging on his body and covered in blood caught his attention. This pirate was grabbing a rope and struggling to climb up to the "Good Luck".
Huang Lu adjusted her breathing and then pressed the trigger heavily...
"Whoops--" Lin Laowu only heard a scream in his ears, and then a sharp pain came from his shoulders. The hands holding the rope instantly lost their strength, and his whole body fell heavily backwards into the rolling waves.
inside.
"It missed!" Huang Lu shook her head and took back his minigun and handed it to Cui Yongfang who was standing aside. Cui Yongfang took it and hurriedly loaded the minigun...
"There are only two pirates. Lao Huang, your level is not very good." Cui Yunhong said mockingly from the side.
"The mini gun can only shoot at this level. If you were to shoot it, you would definitely be worse than me," Huang Lu argued unconvinced.
"Okay, okay, we can go over and clean up the mess." At this time, the pirate sailboat had turned into a pile of debris floating on the sea and was beaten by the waves.
They were all attracted, and they exposed their high dorsal fins and swam among the corpses of the pirates. Some of the pirates who jumped into the sea grabbed a small piece of sailboard and undulated in the water, while others struggled to "so far away"
The Thai pirate ship on the starboard side of the "Hailan" swam away. At this moment, the Thai pirate ship, which was being violently bombarded by the "Hailan", had broken away from the side of the "Good Luck" and began to turn its bow to escape to the sea, completely ignoring the "Big Brother" who was still calling for help in the water.
The sailors of the Shark.
"Catch all the pirates who are still alive. We still need coolies to extract oil." Wu Tingwei suggested to everyone and expressed his dissatisfaction with Huang Lu using pirates to practice marksmanship.
Just as the Haixing lowered its small boat to search for survivors in the sea, the Dutch ship "Good Luck" also lowered a small wooden boat and rowed over to the small boat. Apparently, the other party came to express its gratitude to the Senate.
The person who came to express his thanks was Armand, the captain of the Good Luck. Like most employees of the Dutch East India Company, he was a German. He was wearing a black woolen coat and exuded a disgusting smell under the Southeast Asian sun.
The smell of sweat. This is a problem that the senators have never understood. Regardless of the British, Dutch or other Europeans, they continue to wear their woolen woolen coats under the scorching sun of Southeast Asia.
Armand is about thirty years old, with a straight face and a very quiet face. His long golden brown hair is tied into a short ponytail on the back of his head. Perhaps because of the pirate attack just now, his hair is a little messy on the blue top of his head.
In front of his eyes, there was still blood on his face that had not been wiped clean. Although he had just experienced a life and death catastrophe, Captain Armand seemed unexpectedly calm. Perhaps fighting pirates was already a part of life at sea for him.
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After a friendly exchange of thanks and business exchanges between the two parties, the Dutch sailed their dilapidated ships to nearby Sarawak for supplies and repairs. The Senate's exploration fleet headed northeast. After another long period
After the straight mangrove coast, a huge bay that is deeply recessed into the land finally appears in front of it. The dots of fishing boats at the entrance of the bay and the looming wooden houses in the woods indicate that this is no longer a wild primitive rainforest but a desert.
A lively area full of people.
"Brunei Bay has arrived!" The navigator checked the terrain ahead on the map and announced the good news to the whole ship that he had arrived at the destination. After hearing this, the veterans who were resting in the room also walked up to the upper deck to look at the surrounding scenery.
Cui Yunhong pointed to a small island where the sea and the sky meet and explained to Cui Yongfang: "That's Labuan Island. The coal there is all shallow-layer high-quality anthracite. Let's go to the island in two days to see if we can find it.
Mine site.”
"It's a pity that it's not bituminous coal--coking is most in short supply." He said with regret.
The Merinao Basin in North Borneo, also under the jurisdiction of Brunei, has about 200 million tons of bituminous coal, and was once included in the Nanyang Company's ambitious development plan. However, it is still difficult for the Senate to open mines in the inland areas.
It's so big that the development plan can only be put on hold temporarily.
As soon as they sailed into Brunei Bay, everyone saw more fishing boats and Chinese-style merchant ships, and even saw the towering mast of a Dutch return ship (retourschip) in the distance silhouetted in the sea breeze... Brunei in the 17th century
Darussalam, the capital of the country, can be called an authentic "international metropolis" in Southeast Asia. It is the node of Southeast Asia's population and spice trade. Spain, Portugal, the Netherlands, the United Kingdom... The Western colonists are here to do whatever they want.
Together with the Chinese and Malays who had taken root in Brunei earlier, this Southeast Asian city with more than 30,000 residents presents a colorful and prosperous scene. However, it is because of the gathering of ships from many countries.
In Brunei Bay, the huge and dark h800 still caused a sensation in the bay after it appeared. Two bold small fishing boats came close to observe this behemoth... Huang Lu looked down from the side of the ship.
The surprised expressions of the people on the boat were filled with a strange feeling of joy: "Hey, this is a black ship sailing into Edo, haha, do you want some more salutes?"
"No, your entrance ceremony is too high-profile. It will be difficult to alarm the King of Brunei. We are here to extract oil, and the fewer extraneous things that cause trouble, the better."
"Shall we drive directly to the palace?"
"No, our ship is too big to park there. Before we set off, we had already notified the Dutch East India Company and asked them to provide us with berthing services at their business inn in Brunei. A ship should be here to pick it up by now."
Just as he was talking, a European-style dhow with the logo of the Dutch East India Company came up in front of the ship.
"Here, the ship is coming."
The h800 "Hailan" and the escort gunboat "Wild Wind" were led by the small boat to the Dutch port of Mara, 12 kilometers northeast of Darussalam. This port faces Brunei Bay and has the South China Sea at its back.
The import and export of Brunei Bay has a unique geographical location. The water depth in the port is 10 meters. It was also the largest port in Brunei in time and space.
The trading post built by the Dutch in Mara was a small trading post that has never been mentioned in history books. Although Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, and British colonists came one after another, the trade development here has not made much progress until
Before the development of the Siriya oil field in 1932, Brunei was a small place that relied on agriculture and fishing for a living. However, due to the appearance of the Senate, a butterfly that disturbed time and space, this plane unexpectedly brought prosperity to this place -
—Many of the Southeast Asian slaves needed by the Senate were the local indigenous Dayaks captured from Borneo. In order to develop trade, the Dutch built a trestle here that could accommodate large ships.
The bumpy sea voyage for two weeks made everyone eager to rush off the ship. Standing on stable land and breathing in the fragrance of the earth became a rare enjoyment.