This is a newly cast Dahlgren-type cannon. Ever since Hale retrieved this cannon from the wreckage of 901, the arsenal has begun to imitate it. "However, due to the worker's ability and lack of technical details, Hale was unable to adopt it.
The central cooling casting process, which plays a key role in the performance of the Dahlgren gun, makes the cast Dahlgren gun look shapeless and greatly reduces its performance. For safety reasons, no matter how he treats the "Australians"
He was surprised that only the 130mm Dahlgren gun was cast. The caliber of similar artillery cast by his own organization did not exceed this caliber. He could only adopt the second best method in artillery production: forging the gun body with a water wheel forging hammer.
Then the bore is drilled to create a smoothbore cannon, and rifling is carved into the bore.
There are many flaws in the quality of workers and the operating efficiency of workshop machinery, which makes it difficult to improve the quality and output of artillery. In particular, the lack of sufficient fuel and raw materials makes the factory often in a semi-stop state - lethargic.
The resources that the Philippine colonies can currently provide are really insignificant to Hale's ambitions. He has to rely on long-term and unreliable import trade to obtain all of them-this is why he is so anxious to develop Baguio's gold mines and
The reason why the colonial authorities were proposed to build a mint was that the Philippines lacked goods that could be exported, and it was difficult to support such a huge military preparation just by relying on royal subsidies and local taxes from New Spain.
However, it was already a huge improvement to be able to produce a cannon that astonished the Spanish. The cunning Mr. Hale always used the cannon manufactured by the Bobu Arsenal to demonstrate shooting in order to impress the dignitaries.
Fernando Marcos was just a sailor. He couldn't even tell whether the artillery should be front-loaded or rear-loaded. However, when he saw the Dahlgren-type cannon that he had never seen before being rolled out of the gun casting workshop, he still felt sincerely.
Praise and cheer for your benefactor.
There was also a manual lifting frame built of logs on the empty field. The most common machinery in the factory area was designed for lifting heavy artillery. However, the three Tagalog workers Marcos saw at this moment were not busy.
Instead of hoisting the cannon, several seemingly heavy wooden boxes are tied together and hoisted to be placed on the oxcart parked aside. Compared with lifting the boxes one by one onto the oxcart, this is of course much less laborious and faster.
Much more. Marcos suddenly realized that something was wrong. He had not stayed in Hale's factory for a short time, and he recognized at a glance that the long crates were special packaging for rockets.
He roared loudly. The driver pulled the horse in panic, and saw Mr. Marcos rushing out of the hood behind him. He jumped out of the car and ran away, roaring and cursing as he ran. The indigenous workers were frightened.
I was at a loss. Although I couldn't understand a series of Filipino English that Marcos jumped out of in a hurry. But something bad must have happened to make a "master" so excited and angry. As if to prove that Marcos' rage was not
Not without reason, the rope binding the ammunition box happened to be disconnected at this time, and the wooden box hit the compacted ground with a heavy whistling sound, and splinters of wood wrapped in dry and hard mud were scattered in all directions.
Marcos didn't know how long he lay on the ground before he realized that there was no explosion. He saw three indigenous laborers still staying there. Although their upper bodies were covered with wounds from flying splinters of wood, some of the wounds were still bleeding.
He was bleeding, but he still stood motionless, dumbfounded and completely frightened.
The packaging box fell apart on the ground, and the tin lining burst open, revealing the rockets inside. Because of its simple structure and convenient processing, the output of Paul-type rockets far exceeds that of cannons and artillery shells. A large number of them are made every day.
The finished product was shipped from the factory. Marcos made a cursory inspection and found good luck. He only broke two guide wooden rods on the rocket. The warhead pressed with concrete paper was safe, but some of the projectiles made of rolled iron sheets were intact.
The impact dents appeared. Thinking that these iron sheets and paper cases were filled with terrible gunpowder and incendiary agents, and thinking that this accident almost destroyed the entire factory together with himself, Marcos became furious, picked up his cane and pointed at it.
The three troubled coolies were beaten hard on their heads and faces. The three unlucky guys fell to the ground, their heads bruised and bleeding, and they were wailing. But Marcos had no intention of stopping. His cane flew up and down, using all his strength with every blow.
Just like when the supervisor of the Zheng family whipped himself.
The noise was quite loud. Marcos suddenly felt his right arm holding the cane being pulled by a strong hand. His benefactor, Hale, or Paul, was standing behind him, wearing clerical black as usual.
He was wearing a robe, but without a hat, "Marcos, put these three idiots into confinement first. There will be plenty of time to teach them how to work according to the rules."
Several Chinese foremen led a small team of coolies, and according to Hale's instructions, they carried the rockets scattered on the ground back to the workshop. At this time, Marcos discovered that there were some Spaniards around Hale, and he recognized several of them as East Indians.
The officers of the fleet, Captain Suvisareta, were also included. They were surrounded by a middle-aged officer with a majestic appearance and splendid clothes. The bright ribbons, medals, and epaulettes studded with tassels and embroidery on his chest all showed that this was the case.
He was a distinguished general. Of course, Marcos was not involved in the social circles of the colonial upper class, otherwise he would have recognized this new celebrity in Manila, Commodore Don Juanco de Bazin, Marquis. He passed through Mexico on the order of the royal family.
Came to Manila to inspect the new gadgets that had appeared here. The news caused a stir in the upper circles of the colony. The mood changed overnight, and most colonial officials declared themselves to be the staunch supporters of the Governor of Salamanca.
Or, together with the eccentric and reclusive Japanese monk Paul, he once again became a hot celebrity.
"As you can see, we just had a little accident here," Hale explained the accident to the Commodore. His soft tone and calm attitude made the latter have a high degree of trust and goodwill in him, "
There are also advantages to this. You have seen with your own eyes that rockets and munitions made according to my method will not explode even if they hit the ground from a height of 10 volts. When installed, they will be destroyed with devastating explosions and flames.
The target hit will not cause any damage to the shooter, nor will it accidentally explode when flying over the heads of your army. Sir, the weapons we make are reliable for your Majesty's army and are reliable for your Majesty's enemies.
Terrifying, far better than any existing howitzer in both aspects. Maybe people tell you that these weapons are difficult to manufacture and costly, but that is nonsense. Please follow me, the facts will prove everything.
Hale turned around and walked towards the workshop door: "Marcos, lead the way for us."
Hale's tour route was obviously carefully arranged in advance. This group of Spanish officers who insisted on wearing formal clothes on a hot day were first led to visit the foundry and forging factory, which was privately called the "Fire Hell" by the indigenous workers who believed in Catholicism.
The rammed walls are wrapped with tall wooden pillars, supporting the semi-open roof to facilitate fire prevention and air circulation. The high roof reflects the banging sound of hydraulic forging hammers and the roar of wind and water pipes, mixed with
The sound of red-hot iron being immersed in water, as well as hundreds of otherworldly strange sounds, all converged in this gloomy space - the sunlight coming in between the wall and the roof was mixed with the boiling heat.
The thick smoke obscured and polluted it. Between the miserable smoke and fire, it was impossible to distinguish the Chinese workers and the indigenous Tagalog workers. They were covered in black smoke and crawled in and out like ants in a blur.
, haunting and moving like a ghost.
Marcos was already familiar with these scenes, but he still watched in awe as the workers lifted the red-hot forgings onto the anvil. The red light illuminated their faces in pain from the scorching heat. They were silent and carefully moved the copper and iron forgings.
The water wheel drives the cam to raise the arm, and then the hammer hits the forged piece heavily, causing sparks to fly, just like the giant's weapon in mythology, which can shatter a person's bones with one hammer.
Marcos was sweating profusely. The Spanish gentlemen had already taken off their hats and wigs, and several guys wearing ruff collars almost fainted, asking the waiters to pour wine to quench their thirst. Hale was unaware, but he was still leading the way.
The guests were invited to watch the furnace. The craftsmen worked in pairs to lift the crucible with iron tongs, and the molten steel flowed into the sand mold with a dazzling white light. The Spaniards were sweating profusely and panting as they listened to Hale's introduction in an unchanging calm tone.
Crucible steel can be used to make the finest swords and drills.
The brick reverberatory furnace is laid out under the factory shed, like a giant's coffin. Captain Iker Suvezareta approached the huge hydraulic bellows in front of the furnace and wanted to read the huge wooden fan that was constantly opening and closing.
To cool down, the workers unexpectedly opened the furnace door. The incandescent light instantly pierced the thick smoke and dust, making Ikel retreat repeatedly. The workers added fuel to the reverberatory furnace, and the flames looked like they were not picky eaters.
The gluttonous food roared out of the hearth, whether it was wood, charcoal or whole baskets of peat dug from the swamps and dried in the swamp, it was all swallowed up like oil. Although Hale used Iliad-like verses to address the navy
The brigadier general described the spectacular scene when the molten iron came out of the furnace to cast the cannon embryos, but the Spaniards were eager to escape from this hell full of fire and smoke. They were blocked by a load-bearing pulley at the exit passage for a while, and saw a cast
The good cannon embryos were hoisted onto the pulley and pushed to the next workshop along the hardwood tracks laid on the ground. Even after cooling in the sandpit, the huge cast iron cannon embryos were still spraying unbearable hot air, revealing a dark atmosphere.
Deep, like the red light of a beast’s eyes. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!