"Then the power of the cannonball will be reduced accordingly?"
"No, the amount of explosives loaded is more than the old-fashioned artillery shells in the museum, and the explosive power is stronger." If Lin Shenhe were present, he would probably advocate the superiority of high-density columnar black powder. Xue Ziliang was too lazy to waste his words.
He also didn't think much of Lingao's self-produced explosives. "The two shakes you just made were enough to blow a pirate's speedboat into pieces."
"It's a pity that there is no steam engine." The mercenary was always worried about things without engines.
"You don't have anywhere to add coal in Manila - someone from the Industrial Port suggested installing a hot-bulb diesel engine on this ship on an experimental basis."
"I remember the Planning Institute didn't have diesel."
"Yes, there is one thing. It's okay to burn coconut oil if it doesn't work. But after a long time of tossing, the guys at the industrial port said they couldn't fix the fuel pump, so the matter fell through." Xue Ziliang said with regret, "This ship was originally ruined.
Those who are indeed ready to use the diesel engine have reserved their seats.”
The former mercenary neither knew nor was interested in the concept of a hot-bulb diesel engine. Anyway, except for the lack of a power system, everything on the Esmedala was satisfactory and impeccable. The fake count returned happily
Captain's cabin.
"We have stayed here long enough. Let's go to Marata. The harbor is just big enough to accommodate the Esmedala. The important thing is that the Count should be able to see his ship at a glance from the window of the villa."
"It's quite interesting." Xue Ziliang sat cross-legged on the floor of Lando's study. The cork floor in front of him was covered by a large piece of canvas and covered with all kinds of tattered metal debris. All of them were brought from Manila by Jimide according to the count's instructions.
Fragments of various spherical and conical shrapnel shells and explosive shells were secretly picked up from the artillery shooting range on the outskirts of the city. The broken conical projectile bodies were covered with rust spots, and there were remaining copper or lead expanded ammunition belts.
The convex marks carved by the rifling are clearly identifiable.
"Look at this thing, the Spanish Saturn V." Weiss grabbed a completely charred rocket wreckage that was basically complete. If Lin Shenhe saw it, he would have recognized it as an improved rocket.
Congreve rocket, even though the iron body of the rolled iron rocket body has a strange appearance of being thick at the front and thin at the back, the guide rod fixed under the rocket body is burned and only a small section is left. The nose cone can be seen.
There are several rows of neat round holes, the edges of which have been twisted and cracked by the high temperature. The burning agent in the warhead splashes out from here, and there are still a few traces of a mixture of sulfur and asphalt. In fact, this rocket
After being released from the artillery shooting range, he accidentally turned a corner in the air and plunged into a nearby village. When Jimide, disguised as a Chinese trader, bought this from the Tagalog peasant woman,
When she lit up the "devil's fireworks", she was still weeping bitterly because her hut was burned to ashes.
"This friend of yours should go to bin Laden and get a monthly salary of one hundred thousand dollars to build nuclear bombs for him. How could such a person risk his life to smuggle a few broken guns?"
"Damn it. Paul found Hale. Before he came on my boat, I had no idea such a guy existed in the world. Would you like something more, rum or wine?"
"Rum, thank you. How many good things did you get in Manila, my lord?"
Lando took out the wet rum bottle from the barrel filled with well water, poured some into the glass, then added some guava juice to the wine, and finally topped it up with soda water.
"It's a pity there's no ice here."
"I am satisfied with soda water and rum. Fortunately, the Senate has always been 'worldly' in its enjoyment."
Xue Ziliang no longer slowly sipped the bubbling and ruby-red wine in the glass. Instead, he raised his neck and drank it all in one gulp. He put down the glass, opened the briefcase that had been with him since he got off the boat, and handed it to Wei.
There is a kraft paper bag with a bright red seal stamped on the seal: "Confidential, destroy after reading."
The brown paper bag contained several documents from different headers. The instructions Weiss received were far more complicated than he imagined. He had to establish regular radio contact with Lingao to find out in detail the military strength and economic status of the colonial authorities in Manila.
He saw that Jiang's intelligence agency was more interested in the latter than the former. It kept reporting on the trends of the colonial authorities, port information, especially the Manila galleon, and collected various intelligence on the situation in Europe from colonial officials and businessmen. Even
, he also has to try to obtain permission for an exploration team from Lingao to enter the interior. Although the Executive Committee is unwilling to invest in the attack on the Philippines at present, it has already coveted the mineral deposits under the archipelago. As for
As for his former accomplice who may exist as a ghost, the Intelligence Bureau issued an order: "try to find out his existence" but "avoid active contact that may lead to his own exposure."
The rainy season in the Philippines came very late this year, but it came after all. Big raindrops hit the window glass, forming a waterfall of water. The Esmeralda anchored in a small bay near the fishing village. This small
The bay is formed by a natural rock embankment extending from the coastline, which just blocks the wind and waves coming from the northeast.
"How long can you stay here?"
"It won't last long. The Special Reconnaissance Command will call me back soon. You can give orders to the captain and the four members of the special reconnaissance team. The instructions they have received are to follow your orders in the Philippines unless they receive a warrant from Lingao.
New orders coming.”
Weiss stared out the window. The rain curtain outside the glass window blurred his vision. The sails on the ship had been rolled up and tied neatly on the mast. A few figures covered in oilskin raincoats could still be vaguely seen walking back and forth on the deck.
, that is the sailor on duty.
There was a banging sound from downstairs, which could be heard through the closed study door. Chinese craftsmen in Manila were burying and laying pipes in the garden under heavy rain, under the direction of the naturalized technicians who came with the ship.
He installed newly delivered toilet equipment. These investments were by no means to add luxury to himself. He thought that the villa under the name of Count Vananova would be used as an intelligence center against the Manila authorities and the Australians in the Philippines in the future.
The trading post. The Chinese in the Lingao Senate are just like the congressmen on Capitol Hill. They are all terribly shrewd. In their eyes, the small boat they are supporting is equivalent to an entire aircraft carrier battle group, Weiss?
Lando must do something good, otherwise he may face questioning at the hearing together with Jiang.
He stuffed the orders back into the brown paper envelope, lit it with a lighter, and threw it into the fireplace.
"That Hale," Weiss watched as the paper was licked into ashes by the flames, "said he was from the United States. Haven't you checked him on your computer?"
"You are kidding," Xue Ziliang said, "If there is a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale in the archives of the ATF or the Immigration Bureau, of course I will have an impression. The problem is that there is not."
Xue Ziliang made a mistake. Although he could not remember a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale, he could find a Japanese whose original name was Evaristo Rosa Okamoto in the databases of the FBI and the Immigration Bureau.
A Brazilian-born international student, a terrorist on the wanted list.
Xue Ziliang made a mistake. Although he could not remember a Japanese or Japanese-American named Hale, he could find a Japanese whose original name was Evaristo Rosa Okamoto in the databases of the FBI and the Immigration Bureau.
A Brazilian-born international student, a terrorist on the wanted list.
In 1974, 30-year-old Keiji Okamoto left his hometown with his wife and children, traveled across the ocean, and finally settled in a village outside Sao Paulo. Although by the 1970s, the post-war immigration crisis in Japan had passed, but after a hundred people
No one in Brazil, which has tens of thousands of Japanese and Japanese immigrants, would pay much attention to the arrival of a new Japanese immigrant. However, as time goes by, the local Japanese community gradually finds that this person is difficult to get close to, especially those who do not like to interact with their own country.
Dealing with immigrants. They didn’t know that the farmer who claimed to be from Kumamoto was a distant relative of Okamoto Kozo, who became famous for strafing Tel Aviv International Airport a year ago. He immigrated to Brazil to avoid the police. This was something Keiji had always been careful about.
His son's Portuguese name was given by his stepmother. In the third year after settling in Brazil, Keiji's wife fell ill and died. After several years of widowhood, he married a Brazilian Catholic.
The mixed-race woman added the other person's surname to her son's name.
Little Okamoto grew up on this nearly isolated farm, and was as silent by nature as his father. In addition to doing farm work, he was self-taught in repairing cars and various agricultural machinery and equipment, which made him a leader in the surrounding villages.
Overseas Chinese High School won a lot of praise. When Evaristo was admitted to the Florida Institute of Technology and went to the United States to study, it also caused quite a shock among the local Japanese residents who had been farming for generations.
During his degree studies, Evaristo Rosa Okamoto did not show any noticeable peculiarities. University professors and classmates could only recall a man of medium build, gentle and taciturn when questioned by federal agents.
Japanese student; with excellent academic performance. In addition to his majors in mechanical engineering and chemical engineering, he is also very interested in Eastern history. In addition to Japanese, he also taught himself Arabic. In order to raise funds for traveling to Asia, he used his vacation to contribute to the Union Pacific
He worked for the company and was responsible for renovating and maintaining antique steam locomotives. His enthusiasm for those old machines impressed the engineers of the railway company. If it hadn't been for an occasional anti-drug operation that led to the police searching his apartment.
He has produced detailed drawings of the remote-controlled explosive device and some of its manufactured components; he will continue to play the role of a good student who is harmless to humans and animals. (To be continued...)