"Don't worry, they have changed their attitude. "" Hale said, "In addition, I know you have many connections in Japan. If you can send me more Catholics from Japan to the Philippines to create an earthly Eden,
I would be grateful."
"The population in Fujian is not a problem. It may be difficult for Japanese Catholics. The shogunate basically does not allow anyone to go abroad..."
"You see, if everything has to go through the government, we people will have no value in existence, right?"
Zheng Zhifeng laughed loudly. He had not laughed like this for a long time after the battle at Weitou Bay. He said:
"You are such an amazing person!"
Then Hale demonstrated the launch of the Congreve rocket. Zheng Zhifeng was very clear about the power of rockets - when the Australian warships attacked Kinmen Island, he witnessed with his own eyes how the rockets launched from the ships destroyed the entire parking lot.
He was like a sea of fire. Now that he realized that the person in front of him could provide similar rockets, he was simply overjoyed.
"You see, if those wooden boxes of yours are equipped with rocket launchers, a single salvo can deal a fatal blow to the enemy. Especially the attack on the enemy's port. It can easily turn into a sea of fire."
"I just want to know how many rockets you can sell to me next time I come here?"
"This is not a problem, not a problem. Let's talk about the price..."
Watching Zheng Zhifeng's ship leave, Hale's men on the island packed up their belongings and started loading them to return to the manor outside Manila. In addition to silver, the boxes unloaded from Zheng Zhifeng's ship included Spanish pesos and Chinese silver ingots, as well as some that he specified for him.
The exquisite handicrafts and silks sent were all used to please local dignitaries.
Marcos came over to report that everything had been loaded onto his ship.
"Marcos, do you think the Chinese really understand the true power behind the cannon?"
"I don't think he understands..."
"Yes, if he understood, he should have surrendered to the Australians long ago instead of doing this useless struggle." Hale put on his hood.
Behind the cannon is the industrial power of a country. Let’s say dozens of cannons. Even if the Zheng family has several times more cannons, it will not change its decisive disadvantage against the Australians. Those Chinese who claim to be Australians,
There are already steamships, rifled guns, and rifled cannons that are obviously self-made - this is already the strength that has the foundation of a primary industrial country. It is no longer something that an agricultural country in this time and space can compete with.
"He has courage - just like us. Otherwise we should surrender immediately."
"Exactly, my dear Marcos." Hale said, "Let's go back to the manor as soon as possible. I think the Baroness will have a new invitation tonight."
In Manila, as long as it doesn't rain, the weather near noon will force people to hide in their houses and spend this terrible time in gauze tents and beds. Even the core of the colony, the Governor, is shaded by greenery.
The mansion seems to be no exception. The windows on the first floor are covered by wooden window guards, and the huge shutters on the second floor are also tightly closed. There is silence all around. Even the colonial sentries under the porch are holding spears.
The doorpost was half asleep.
In fact, it is impossible for the place where the heart and brain of the Philippine colony is to be so leisurely. This official residence, located next to a lush and eye-catching square in the core area of the inner city, is a large and regular-looking building.
Stone double-story building. In the Philippine colonies where bamboo buildings and huts were everywhere, the stone building was a symbol of Spanish ruling power. Like most high-end buildings in the Philippines, the ground floor was used as a storage room and servants' quarters, and the second floor was used for the owner's residence.
There is also a mezzanine between the two floors, where Governor Juan Salamanca chose to work and interact with government officials.
The blinds were closed tightly to resist the harsh sunlight, making the already insufficiently lit room even darker. A small glass oil lamp swayed on the long table, reflecting the Governor and several Manila residents sitting at the table.
Head brain.
"Mr. Osvaldo, my confusion is, how could you and your clerks write such a ridiculous report?" The Governor of Salamanca pointed to a stack of Australian paper scattered on the table, "You don't understand Mr. Paul
What are the saltpeter ponds mentioned? Just dig a few ponds and pour excrement, garbage and wood ash into them. But you want me to believe that this work costs 2,000 pesos, and another 500 pesos have to be invested every year. Arms factory
The saltpeter pool inside has already produced saltpeter, but there is no additional cost of a copper."
"You know, the Manila City Hall has been facing the problem of insufficient public funds for many years. I have no choice but to hire those stupid natives. Of course they don't understand advanced mathematics," the mayor took a sip of Australian water.
Putting down the glass bottle, he said leisurely: "You can ask Mr. Andrade to recalculate."
"The arms factory, of course. There is so much wood ash left in the smelting field that it can't be used up. It would be great if it could produce wealth like wood ash."
"No, your statement is too ridiculous. There is no need for me to remind you of your identity. As the mayor of the colony, you and I are equally responsible for the defense of His Majesty's colony. The importance of new artillery and ammunition to us cannot be overstated.
And Yu, because we never have enough troops in the Philippines. If the damn Dutch want to take over the Philippines, they can easily recruit 100,000 Chinese and Japanese. Now I'm afraid they have to add Australians."
"Even from a financial perspective, the saltpeter collection tank can help us reduce part of the cost of purchasing saltpeter from India every year. You don't understand the significance of this, right?"
"Poor Esteban, I will go crazy if I hear this order from you," the police chief of Manila joked in response to the governor's words. This young squire from Milan likes to tell crude jokes from time to time.
Concealing his sinister and greedy appearance, "Fortunately, he can't hear anything now."
The conversation changed direction. Esteban Sanabria made far more enemies than friends in the Philippines, so his exciting duel with the count is always talked about. What is even more dramatic is that,
Five days after the duel, the Commodore's fleet arrived in Manila. Also on the ship was a special person, a special prosecutor sent by the Madrid High Court, who was ordered to investigate Esteban Sanabria's murder in Seville.
, a series of fraudulent crimes committed in New Spain and the Far Eastern colonies. Of course, the suspect he wanted to investigate has been silenced forever. The timing could not be more perfect. As for the huge wealth that the deceased was once proud of, it obviously did not bring him any
The benefits, or even whether anyone would inherit it, were unknown. From New Spain to Manila, scavenging vultures were everywhere ready to pounce on the carcass to feast.
Even in the busy conversations and arguments among the city officials, the former richest businessman and fraudster in the colony had various ways of death. In the mayor's words, Sanavria was cut off in half.
head, the royal flag officer demonstrated how the count stabbed Sanavria from the chest to the back with a knife. The most exaggerated statement came from Juan Aguilar, the mayor of Parian, who insisted that the poor
Esteban Sanabria was chopped into two pieces by the Count with his sword in hand.
"Now your ears can be quiet," said one city councilor. "No one will keep you chattering all day long, as if slandering other people's reputations is his only pleasure in the world."
"Who dares to slander Count Fananova now? Some people have traced his family lineage back to the Lando family in Lombardy. Maybe the branches and leaves of his family tree will continue to grow in the future, going beyond the ancient times and reaching ancient Rome."
"That's impossible. When have you ever heard that guy say a word of Latin?" the police chief retorted: "He speaks with a Tuscan accent, and he can read a few Dante or Peter at most.
Lark's crooked poem. If this is all the aristocratic education that man has received, then his tutor must be an unlearned liar. His countenance is all about putting on a facade to deceive ignorant and simple-minded women. We really
We should check his details carefully."
There were two bangs outside the door. The door opened, revealing the slender and slender figure of Eugenio Garcia Zapatero, Secretary to the Governor, his face seemed to be pale because of some fright, "Fana
Count Novartis has arrived, he is waiting in the small living room, and decided to present a gift to your Excellency first as a mark of respect."
The servant of the Governor's Palace walked in with the count's gift. The Governor's secretary subconsciously shrank back, as if what was lying in the servant's hand was a poisonous snake wrapped in silk. Everyone quickly recognized the snake lined in silk.
It is a gorgeously decorated saber with a sheath on the handle. The count often wears it on various occasions.
"Oh my God, isn't this the weapon that brutally killed Esteban?" Mayor Osvaldo exclaimed. But no one cared to respond to him. Everyone put aside the reserve and grace of the nobles.
, stretched out his head to look at the saber that was famous for dueling.
In fact, this is an authentic "Lingao-made" high-end export product specially designed for export. It is a slightly modified product based on the Fubo Army's standard officer's command knife - an imitation Meiji 32-style sergeant's sword. It is inlaid with gold and silver.
The sword and the cloisonné-decorated scabbard were indeed eye-catching, but when the sword was pulled out from the sheath, the royal flag officer loudly praised him. He has collected many oriental weapons and considers himself an expert, and the steel of this sword is extremely high.
Excellent, the pattern on the blade looks more exquisite than the best Japanese knives and Arabian scimitars. Of course the Spaniards didn’t know that it was the effect of pickling + mechanical polishing. (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated.