The count did not intend to embarrass the tax collector too much. [Read the latest chapter] After completing all official procedures, Don Basilio, the captain of the patrol ship and other officials all received the gift from Count Fananova - Tang Princess liqueur. Not to mention that rhubarb liqueur itself is extremely popular in Manila, the Chinese porcelain bottles containing the wine alone are expensive to transport to Acapulco. The Spaniards disembarked happily. Weiss also walked into the cabin below the deck with satisfaction. Now he had a strong support force and transportation, and all of this had gained 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 towards him, the few people under him are no match for him, and it is impossible for him 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 several sets of bathroom equipment he had ordered were still on their way from Lingao, and the daily life of bathing in the sea and taking a shower in a wooden basin reminded him of unpleasant memories of the time he spent in Macau.
After taking a refreshing bath in the shower room of the officer's bathroom and changing into the cotton and linen blend uniform sent by the orderly, Weiss felt that every pore in his body was relaxed. The Pulpovan jacket stuffed with wool, cumbersome pumpkin trousers, stuck to the skin with sweat, tight half-length socks and riding boots decorated with gold-plated spurs, just like those silly and artificial aristocratic manners and etiquette, all made the three hundred The time-travelers of later years feel tired and disgusted. He even began to miss the Balkans and the roar of guns. The scraping of the tank tracks makes a tooth-wrenching screech, and the chilling sound of machine gun fire; I miss the shouts before the attack, the groans of the dying, and the rough and cruel laughter of the survivors after the battle because they are still alive. But that world has said goodbye to him forever. Manila under the Spanish rule was filled with the stench of sweat and fish. He missed the pungent smell of high explosives, the smell of hot steel and the smell of engine lubricating oil. In this world, it was only the smell of the Lingao Industrial Empire. Far more nostalgic for him than the incense on women's clothes in the seventeenth century.
"I didn't know you spoke Spanish."
"It's a professional requirement. You can't just greet Mexican drug traffickers with a New York accent, and let them guess that I'm an American law enforcement officer, and I'm 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.
"Look 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 several 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 are all wearing sailor uniforms. But their strong physiques, extremely coordinated movements, as well as the combat boots on their feet and the submachine guns hanging on their triangular straps all 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 spoken several times about creating his own Navy SEAL team.
Weiss asked the special reconnaissance team for a submachine gun to examine it carefully. The "Scorpion" fished out from the Mackerel has been magically modified beyond recognition in the hands of Bai Yu and Li Yilao. The telescopic gun stock made of steel pipe and attached with cupota rubber pad has replaced the original folding stock. The homemade gun The muzzle flash suppressor makes the barrel seem to be longer. A front grip protrudes from the front of the magazine and is connected to a cylinder. Take a closer look. It was actually 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, he had not been attacked by Li Yilao. He prefers the original wire folding shoulder stock and muffler.
"What they can do is beyond your imagination." Xue Ziliang said: "The weapons maniacs at the mechanical port are studying the modification of the barrel and magazine of the mgv-176 in order to use the more powerful Parabellum pistol bullet." Although the .22lr bullet can be reloaded with black powder and produced, the mgv-176 submachine gun is not very popular because of its low power. After the novelty wore off, the veterans of the military department lost interest. Apart from a small number of equipment for special reconnaissance teams and training, most of them were sleeping in warehouses in the mountains.
"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 powerful enough to blow apart one of the several-meter-thick stone walls of Fort Santiago. The radio station and folding antenna he had been looking forward to for a long time, the fal paratrooper rifle, and the m75 grenade.
"Check your exclusive weapons, Mr. Bond." Xue Ziliang was referring to the strange things in the box, including a spy gun disguised as a cane - unfortunately it cannot be silenced; two mini grenades transformed from barrels The ammunition boxes contain 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 it would take some courage to launch this thing in actual combat.
"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 material 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 smiled sarcastically.
"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 a few days of searching, the Planning Institute feels that your life is too luxurious. These comrades from all walks of life will fight for it 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." Sir's instructions." Weiss looked at the man in front of him with wide eyes, feeling that he looked like the short but majestic Japanese naval officers in World War II movies wearing a stand-up collar uniform and shiny golden epaulettes. He didn't know that this naval captain who looked quite similar to Fuchida Mizuo was just a pirate leader under Liu Xiang a few years ago. He was captured in the battle against Bo Pu and joined the dragon.
"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 the whole day on the yacht. I studied various rigging and mechanically assisted hoisting and lowering sail devices on the deck, and then went below the deck to inspect various cabins. Whenever a sailor dropped his work and saluted when he saw this group of people, the former mercenary immediately waved his hand to stop them. He liked to watch the crew doing their work in silence, with his hands behind his back.
"What was originally on this shelf?" the former mercenary asked a question in Mandarin with great difficulty. He pointed to the bulwark with hammock bundles stuffed in the middle, on which were installed swivel brackets supported by steel frames, on both sides, which were much thicker and stronger than the gimbal brackets 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 familiar Bushmaster chain gun, and he thought of the 20mm machine gun made in Yugoslavia, which made the mercenaries blush. How is this possible?
"A manual machine gun is similar to a Gatling gun." Xue Ziliang made a crank gesture. "Store it now in the forward cabin below, so as not to frighten our Spanish friends."
Although the wastewater 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," Weiss said after the tarpaulin was lifted, almost thinking that the Australians had stolen some collection from a Civil War museum before crossing over. The five gun barrels glowed with a dark blue luster under the gas lamp. He grabbed the handle and shook it. The machine parts were oiled and very smooth, and the barrels 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 Prototype, the caliber is reduced from 37 mm to 30 mm, and the barrel is increased to 25 times the diameter.” (To be continued.)
