Ordinary white citizens and businessmen in Manila did not like the newly built arms factory on the outskirts of the city at first. In addition to the fact that the governor invested all the money collected through monopoly laws and special taxes into this project that had no benefit to them.
It has its own reasons. + long + wind + literature + + cfwx + The factory was a daunting novelty for the colonial residents far away from Europe. No place in the entire Philippines had so many machines and furnaces, and the bang of metal
Banging and banging, various tools kept drilling and gouging. The continuous noise made the Spaniards in Manila, nearly ten kilometers away, unable to avoid complaining, because they could no longer return to the old days of drowsiness.
Sleepy purity. And the large number of recruited pagan Chinese and local natives gathered around the factory gave the Spaniards all kinds of illusory anxieties. Some people often mentioned the "threat of thousands of barbarian workers."
Recently, there is another terrifying rumor circulating in colonial European circles. The fanatical priest Paul is making a terrible new explosive in the factory. It is so powerful that only a small bag can level an entire city. This
This is not just a rumor. Sometimes, dull explosions can be heard in the direction of the arsenal, like thunder on the horizon. Some people claim that they can see bullock carts loaded with severed limbs and minced meat coming out of the factory at night and secretly buried in them.
In the wilderness.
Saburo Aishui lazily leaned on a simple sentry shed made of scrap wood and straw, facing the road leading to the factory workshop, but he had no awareness of the fate that could be blown to pieces at any time. This former top half of the Ashigaru-gumi
It was because of their faith, and partly because they came to Luzon with the delusion of going overseas to make a fortune. Unfortunately, Lord Ukon and Lord Naito died of illness one after another, and the governor of Nanman did not value the Japanese immigrants as much as before. After many years of hunger, one meal is enough for the next.
During the hard days, Aishui Saburo's dream of getting rich had long since disappeared. However, serving as a soldier and sentry for the Nanman governor was much more comfortable than the days of bending down to work in the fields. He calculated that he would be able to eat every meal. Although the Nanman people were not very generous,
They were only given some rice and dried fish as salary, plus the taro and vegetables grown by his Tagalog wife in front of and behind the house. It would be no problem to feed a family of four. If it can be rotated next time
You can work like guarding tax cards, and you might be able to make a few small bucks. You can go to a small restaurant run by Chinese people in Parian to drink a few cups of Tuba wine made with coconut milk and enjoy a plate of roasted pork. It's plump and delicious.
The taste of pork seemed to be lingering on the tip of his tongue. Saburo Aishui leaned against the wooden pillar of the sentry shed and fell into happy meditation, smiling, with his mouth half open. The saliva flowed down the corner of his mouth, which was darkened by the tropical sun.
A small river flows on his face.
"Hey," Saburo Aisui was startled by the loud greeting before he came back to his senses. He saw the captain Jubei Kuroshima standing in front of him and talking to him. This Owari rogue is said to have met in Guangnan Province.
An Gang killed someone. He had no choice but to escape to Manila. "Aisui-kun, be more decent. Are you thinking wildly while on guard duty again?" Jubei pointed forward and said, "There is a carriage coming."
If you were in Madrid or Seville, people would not bother to take a second look at this simple and crude two-wheeled carriage. It was pulled by a listless, stunted Chinese pony, and the unpainted log body had only oilcloth on it.
There is nothing outside the awning. But in the Philippines, where horses are more expensive than people, the only things that come and go in the factory are ox-carts transporting wood and iron parts. Horse-drawn carriages, even the simplest ones, are a symbol of dignity.
Saburo Aishui walked forward to meet the carriage, holding the iron cannon in front of his chest, but the striker was not in the ready position. It was best not to scare the nobles in the carriage, he thought. The new iron cannon made by Nanman was very powerful.
It's neat. It saves the troublesome and dangerous match rope. Bite open the hawagon wrapped in abaca paper and stuff it into the blunderbuss tube, stuff a small round copper cap on the fire door, pull back the striker and click it.
The trigger projectile flew out.
Aishui Saburo, who was familiar with Japanese iron cannons, was not used to this new gadget when he first got it. He accidentally misfired many times on the training ground, which made the Nanman commander lose his temper, and he was often called "three times" by the captain.
Pentax gives”.
Although this new invention has outstanding performance, very few people use this new weapon. The reason is that there are very few small copper caps that the arsenal can produce, and production is intermittent, and there is no stable supply. Only a small amount of new-built copper caps are equipped with them.
Japanese company. For the local Spanish garrison, the bulky matchlock gun is still their main weapon.
Unexpectedly, what emerged from the hood of the carriage was not a southern barbarian gentleman, but an "Indio man". Although he was wearing a hip-length, silk-cut "barong" like an indigenous squire,
He followed the example of the Southern Barbarians and held a short staff in his hand to show off his style. But with the white-edged wrinkles on his face blown by the sea breeze, the exposed skin was covered with dark brown sun spots, as well as jumping
The neatness with which he got off the carriage made anyone recognize that he was a veteran who had made a living at sea.
"What is this old fur seal barking at?" Aishui Saburo wondered. During the days when he was making a living in the Philippines, he had already learned Tagalog and Pampanga, and he could speak Spanish reasonably well and could barely understand it.
He understands Hokkien and Cantonese. The words spoken by this Filipino sailor are similar to several languages he knows, but he cannot fully understand them.
The sailor seemed to be impatient with the chicken-and-duck communication. He reached out and took out a piece of paper and shook it at the Japanese soldiers. Although Saburo Aishui could not recognize a few Latin letters, the Manila City emblem printed on the paper
The pattern and the bright red governor's seal covered with fire paint wavered in front of his eyes for a long time before he finally understood it. He looked at Captain Black Island who had walked away, then looked at the carriage that only this noble man could ride, and finally put down his iron cannon and waved.
He waved his hand and the carriage swayed towards the factory. Saburo Aishui returned to the sentry shed and soon fell into daydreaming about roasted pork.
Fernando Marcos leaned on the seat under the hood of the car. After struggling to talk to the Japanese, he felt that it was very difficult to say another sentence. There is nothing like struggling to explain who he is to people in this world.
, it’s even more tiring to know what to do on your own.
In another time and space, Marcos' career as a sailor on various ships engaged in illegal business has lasted for more than 20 years. He once thought that he was born lucky. Whether the stowaway boat he was driving was seized and detained by the Korean Coast Guard;
The smuggling ship he was on encountered an armed patrol ship of the Russian border guard. It was hit by a machine gun and spewed out fire and smoke, and he almost took him to see the Sea Dragon King. At least he saved his life in the end. But he could never have imagined that his fate would be so unexpected.
Such a unique way made a big joke, throwing him and everyone on the Mackerel into a strange world that has not yet been fully understood. When the lifeboat they were in was overturned by the wind and waves and fell into the sea, Marcos
He almost thought he was going to die. Fortunately, he and Aquino, the engineer on the Mackerel, took a sea bath for most of the day. When he was about to lose consciousness, he was finally rescued by an Anhai ship bound for the Zhongzuo Institute. Zheng Zhilong and him
At first, his subordinates regarded these two Filipinos, who were dressed in strange clothes and could not even explain their origins, as spies for the Dutch. Later, they were regarded as accomplices of the gangsters. The two unlucky guys were imprisoned in a water prison.
After a series of tortures, everyone finally came to the conclusion that they were just two half-crazy people talking nonsense, and they neither posed any harm nor were of much use.
If Fernando Marcos had heard of the "Dragon Slaying Technique", he would have empathetically understood that this Chinese allusion was a vivid portrayal of his own situation. There was no GPS or Roland navigation station for him to use on the Zheng family's territory, nor was there any
Diesel engines or other power equipment needed Aquino's care and maintenance. They knew nothing about the work on Chinese sailing ships in the seventeenth century and were not even qualified as sailors. These two unlucky guys who were of no use to the Zheng family were forced to become
As the lowest and most humble slave laborer, he did hard labor under the whip of the overseer. From time to time, some people used their chrysanthemums to experience the "exotic customs." The inhuman torture continued for months and years, and Aquino gradually weakened and finally died.
Because of malaria. If Hare discovered and redeemed Manila because he did not build the cannon foundry in the left center, Marcos would inevitably follow in his footsteps in the near future: he would die of exhaustion for one reason or another, and his body would be left behind.
Throw a stone into the sea and let the fish and shrimp slowly chew it into bones.
The sound of the water wheel squeaking and turning, and the noise of metal and various blunt objects hitting each other getting closer and closer, pulled Marcos out of the terrifying fantasy about his future. The wooden door of the factory was open, and it was close to the door wall.
The factory's products and semi-finished products were listed in the open space. Marcos looked out from under the hood of the car, and saw a row of artillery barrels shining with blue light. These were bronzes recently removed from various fort batteries in Manila and Galen ships.
After the cannon was ground and cleaned, the bore was milled with a hydraulic milling machine, and then the rifling was pulled out by a borer.
Not far away there is a row of bronze cannons that have not been dismantled and are mounted on double-wheeled gun mounts. These artillery pieces are field guns of the Spanish garrison and will also undergo similar modifications.
Although the level of national education in the Philippines in the 20th century was limited, and Marcos had never operated a gun during his illegal career, he still understood the concept of rifled weapons shooting more accurately than smoothbore weapons and shooting farther.
There are some brand-new cannons placed under the bamboo shed further away. The black ones, as thick as a soda bottle, are cast iron heavy cannons that will be equipped with the fortress, and the smaller blue-gray ones are copper-cast field cannons. There are not many of them. , it looks sparse. Several workers are doing heavy grinding and cleaning work around the cannon body. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!