The count did not intend to embarrass the tax collector too much. After completing all official procedures, Don Basilio, the captain of the patrol ship and other officials all received the gift from the Count of Vananova - Tang Princess liqueur. Not to mention
Rhubarb liqueur itself is a very popular item in Manila. The Chinese porcelain bottles containing the wine alone are expensive to transport to Acapulco. The Spaniards got off the ship happily. Weiss also walked into the cabin below the deck with satisfaction.
, now he has powerful support and transportation, and all of this has obtained a legal cover identity and considerable freedom of movement.
In addition, he also urgently needs someone to protect his personal safety. Once Hale returns to Manila, his situation will be quite delicate. Once this person has murderous intentions against him, several of his men will not be his opponents at all, and he
It's impossible to be awake 24 hours a day.
As soon as he stepped into the spacious officer's cabin under the poop deck, Weiss rushed into the officer's washroom without looking back. The reserved sets of bathroom equipment were still on the way from Lingao. In addition to bathing in the sea every day, he also took wooden baths.
The life of taking a shower often brings back unpleasant memories of the time he spent in Macau.
After taking a refreshing bath in the shower room of the officer's lavatory and changing into the cotton and linen blended uniform sent by the orderly, Weiss felt that every pore in his body was relaxed. The Pulpovan jacket filled with wool, the cumbersome pumpkin
Trousers, stuck to the skin by sweat, tight half-length stockings and riding boots decorated with gold-plated spurs, just like those stupid and artificial aristocratic manners and etiquette, all make the traveler three hundred years later feel tired and disgusted. He even began to
I miss the Balkans, I miss the roar of guns and artillery. The grinding of tank tracks makes a tooth-wrenching screeching sound, and the chilling sound of machine gun fire. I miss the shouts before the attack. The "shen yin" of the dying and the survivors after the battle.
The crude and cruel laughter that came out of his life, but that world has said goodbye to him forever. Manila under the Spanish rule was filled with sweat and fishy stench, and he missed the pungent smell of high explosives, the smell of hot steel and the engine
The smell of lubricating oil, which in this world only belonged to the Lingao Industrial Empire, made him nostalgic far more than the incense on women's clothes in the seventeenth century.
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
"Professional requirements. I can't greet Mexican drug traffickers with a New York accent, so that they will guess that I am an American law enforcement officer and I am going to send them to jail." The wig has been taken off, and it has been hung up with the three-cornered hat and long cardigan.
On the wall, Xue Ziliang is wearing a neatly ironed khaki short-sleeved shirt, showing a full American Navy style.
"Let's see what gifts I have brought for you." He rang the bell and gave the order through the microphone.
Standard packaging boxes were moved in one after another, and a few pairs of strong hands quietly placed the heavy boxes on the linen carpet in the officers' conference room.
"How many people did you bring? Like this -" Weiss was very interested in the naturalized militiamen who temporarily acted as porters. Although they were all wearing sailor uniforms, they had strong physiques, very coordinated movements, and feet.
The combat boots on their backs and the submachine guns hanging on their triangular slings clearly indicate that they are special reconnaissance members, Green Berets of the Senate.
"Just these four. Don't be too few. They are all top-notch young men in the Sixth Team. If necessary, you can lead them to capture all the fortresses in Manila." The newly formed sixth detachment of the Special Reconnaissance Team focuses on water.
Reconnaissance and amphibious penetration operations are regarded as the Lingao version of SBS. The Navy and Marine Corps responsible for providing training support are extremely jealous of this force. Shi Zhiqi, in particular, has made several remarks about launching the Navy's own SEAL assault force.
The team is coming.
Weiss asked the special reconnaissance team for a submachine gun to take a closer look. The "Scorpion" fished out from the Mackerel had been magically modified beyond recognition in the hands of Bai Yu and Li Yilao. It was made of steel pipe and attached with cupota gum.
The padded telescopic stock replaces the original folding stock. The homemade muzzle flash suppressor makes the barrel appear to be longer. A front grip protrudes from the front of the magazine, and is connected to a circle.
tube, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a target indicator modified with a laser pointer.
"Are these Chinese engineers using automatic weapons as Lego toys?" Weiss found his usual "Scorpion" from the packaging box. Fortunately, it has not been attacked by Li Yilao. He trusts the original steel wire folding shoulder more.
bracket and muffler.
"What they can do is beyond your imagination." Xue Ziliang said: "Those weapons maniacs in the mechanical department are studying the modification of the barrel and magazine of the MGV-176 in order to use the more powerful Parabellum pistol ammunition."
Although the .22LR bullet can be loaded with black powder and reloaded, the MGV-176 submachine gun is not very popular because of its low power. After the novelty wore off, the veterans of the military lost interest, except for a small number of equipment for special reconnaissance teams and
Apart from training, most of them are sleeping in the warehouse in the mountains.
"The Virgin Mary will bless them with success." Weiss responded casually, while continuing to check the supplies in the wooden box. The C4 explosive packaged in a waterproof metal box is estimated to be enough to blow apart a stone wall of Fort Santiago that is several meters thick.
The radio station and folding antenna, FAL paratrooper rifle, and M75 grenade he had long awaited.
"Check your exclusive weapons, Mr. Bond." Xue Ziliang was referring to the weird gadgets in the box, including a spy gun disguised as a cane - unfortunately it cannot be silenced; two grenades transformed from mini barrels
The ammunition boxes contained super-caliber anti-personnel grenades and incendiary bombs used with blank ammunition, with a range of up to 100 meters. Weiss touched the thin iron shell filled with yellow phosphorus and thickened grease, and felt that if this was fired in actual combat
This stuff still requires some courage.
"I will write the trial report in as much detail as possible." Weiss shrugged, saying he was more interested in the Esmedala itself.
Xue Ziliang took out the controlled materials handover form: "After you finish counting, sign it."
Mr. Lando whistled and took it: "There are bullets on it, as well as black powder bullets and original bullets! Do I have to count them one by one?"
"Yes, the Planning Institute does not specifically require you to recycle the bullet casings, but you'd better recycle them whenever possible."
"God!"
"There is also a radio." Xue Ziliang gestured to the box containing the radio. "Be especially careful with the battery. In addition, there is an explosive device in the box. If you have to abandon the radio, don't forget to set off the explosive."
"I think it's a bit wasteful..."
"You don't understand the elders very well." Xue Ziliang said with a slightly sarcastic smile.
"What other goods do I want?"
"It's all in the bottom cabin: bathroom equipment, sets of tableware, building materials, food and wine...as well as all the accessories you need to look like a gentleman here. In order to find all these things for you, Li Yan went to the warehouse of the Planning Institute.
After reading for a few days, the Planning Institute feels that your life is too luxurious. These comrades from all walks of life have fought hard for you."
"007 always stays in the presidential suite every time he goes on a mission."
Accompanied by the harsh sound of the electric bell ringing again, an officer wearing a snow-white thirty-two-year navy summer uniform walked in and stood at attention and saluted: "Captain of the training ship Haiqi: Captain Qian Changshui is here to report, please."
Commander's instructions." Weiss stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes. He felt that he was wearing a stand-up collar uniform and shiny golden epaulettes. He looked like the short but majestic Japanese naval officers in World War II movies. He didn't know this.
The naval captain who looks quite similar to Fuchida Mizuo was just a pirate leader under Liu Xiang a few years ago. He was captured in the battle of attacking Hakupu and then became a pirate.
"Captain," Xue Ziliang said, taking out the pistol holster from the drawer and hanging it on his belt, "please take Mr. Lando and me on a tour of the warship."
Two or three hours passed, and Weiss felt as if he had spent a whole day on the yacht. He studied various rigging and mechanically assisted hoisting sail devices on the deck, and then went below the deck to inspect each cabin.
When a sailor saw this group of people and put down his work to salute, the former mercenary immediately waved his hand to stop him. He liked to watch the crew doing their work without saying a word, with his hands behind his back.
"What was originally installed on this shelf?" the former mercenary asked a question in Mandarin with great difficulty. He pointed to the bulwark filled with hammock bundles in the middle, with steel frame-supported swivel brackets installed on both sides.
, much thicker and stronger than the universal bracket welded on the Mackerel to install the M240.
"It's a machine gun, sir." Captain Qian Changshui replied in a solemn and measured tone.
"Machine gun?" Weiss seemed to hear the banging sound of the Bushmaster chain gun he was familiar with, and he thought of the 20mm machine gun made in Yugoslavia that made the mercenaries blush. How is this possible?
"A manual cannon is similar to a Gatling gun." Xue Ziliang made a crank gesture. "Now it is stored in the front cabin below to avoid scaring the Spanish friends."
Although the waste water on the ship is discharged through the main water pipe laid in the middle of the keel, the forward cabin at the bottom of the ship is still filled with a foul and putrid smell.
"That's it." After the waterproof cover was lifted, Weiss almost thought that the Australians had stolen the collection of a certain Civil War museum before crossing over. The five gun barrels glowed black and blue under the gas lamp, and he grabbed them.
The handle was shaken, and the mechanism was oiled, making it very smooth, and the barrel rotated without any hindrance.
"How fast can it fire?"
"Nearly a hundred rounds per minute, provided your arms are strong enough." Xue Ziliang gestured, "This is the theoretical speed. This thing was developed based on the Hotchkiss manual rotating gun. Compared with the historical
For the prototype, the caliber was reduced from 37 mm to 30 mm, and the barrel was increased to 25 times the diameter.”