Lu Ming

Chapter 70 Contact
As one of the few players who have actual combat experience and are proficient in operating foreign military weapons, Wei Yuan has been very busy recently: Han Xiaobo and his group used domestic light and heavy aircraft when they served, and now they have to play Browning for a limited time. M2, the time is tight and the task is heavy. Wei Yuan incarnates as a machine gun instructor. It has really spent a lot of effort these days.

Smiling, watching a few birdmen clumsily changing the barrel of the M2, scratching his big bald head, Wei Yuan's face grinned, turned his head and said to Han Xiaobo, "Don't forget to put the muzzle flash suppressor tomorrow. Remove them all."

Han Xiaobo has a square face and thick eyebrows and a well-proportioned figure. It is when he is young and strong.This gentleman is a standard officer with a strong positive character. Hearing Wei Yuan's words, he smiled and replied: "Is it necessary to use the sound and light effect to deter the natives?"

"Trust me, it's definitely more useful than you think. This is the seventeenth century." Wei Yuan pointed to his feet and said, "The more primitive, the more afraid of sound and light. The aborigines in this world are better than the ones I have ever encountered. Those are more primitive, flash suppressors are useless until they evolve into World War I weapons, and the sound and light effects are our unique advantage."

"Well, that's it, let's see the effect first." Han Xiaobo nodded in agreement.

The atmosphere was very relaxed, and everyone was like a land passenger who was traveling by boat.

In 1627, there was neither a majestic red brick bastion nor a crowded commercial port. It was just a sandbar located off the coast of Tainan and called "a Kunshen" by the Ming people.

However, such a barren place, at this moment, seems to be a place where people from all directions gather, a place of wealth, and a place of heroes.The Japanese, the savages, the Ming people, the Fujian pirates, the Nanyang red hairs, oh, and the traversers who are slender, are all attracted by this desolate sandbar, waving silver coins and weapons in their hands, vying for the role of the protagonist.

At this point in time off Tainan, there was a series of sandbars parallel to the island, and Da was just one of them.The large lagoon surrounded by this string of sandbars and the island is called the Taijiang Inland Sea.

The reason why outsiders are interested in this place is because the channel between Da Yuan and Wei Island on the northern line is deep enough, and it is the only channel that allows small and medium-sized ships to pass through and enter the Taijiang Inland Sea for shelter from the wind.

Dayuan Island, shaped like a tadpole, runs north-south, parallel to the main island.At this moment, there are only a few buildings and some shanty towns on the side near the inland sea of ​​Taijiang River. The famous Relancha Castle is just a simple business hall surrounded by clay walls at this stage, far from the scale of later generations.

Johannes van der Hagen, the interim chief of the big staff business hall, is standing on the wall of the business hall at the moment, looking out to the sea with a single-tube telescope made of brass.

The afternoon sun shines through the white clouds on the blue sea, and today is undoubtedly a good weather.However, Van der Hagen's mood at the moment is like the cloud that lingers all year round in Beihai's hometown, rolling endlessly under repression.

Just before the high tide at noon, two junk ships with hard sails appeared off the sea.They did not enter the port like other merchants from the Ming Kingdom who came to trade. The two ships were a bit peculiar. The 200-rust junk ship had been adjusted since it arrived here, and the speed of the ship was artificially lowered.

The incoming ship slowly hovering at the channel crossing between Da Yuan and Wei Island on the northern line is equivalent to blocking the traffic in the Taijiang Inland Sea - "These two ships did not come here with a friendly attitude", received a report Later, Van der Hagen, who came out to observe the situation, thought so at the time.

An hour later, the sampan used for communication, which was burning with fire and slowly sank in the waterway, told him with the half mast that was exposed to the sea: his guess just now had been confirmed.

All the employees of the Dutch East India Company here have assembled at this time.The two corner forts facing the outer sea of ​​the business hall, and the gunners inside are also ready, but due to the range, there is no sound at the moment.

"Do we need to clear the waterway and send the Weldon to fight the pirate ship, Mr. Lieutenant?" When the interim commander determined the nature of the junk ship, the conversation naturally turned to how to fight.

"Perhaps it wasn't a wise decision, sir. There should be plenty of light artillery, perhaps a pounder or two, on the opponent's ship, and in the narrow channel, where we have no field of fire, the Wilden will be threatened. And there are still Another trouble, the sampan," Lieutenant William Janes replied.

William Janes was a bearded Luxembourgian mercenary.He had a huge nose and bushy red hair, and wore a half-worn duffel coat with a row of shiny copper buttons that kept him from looking so scruffy—and his soldiers compared.

As a member of the Grand Council, William Janes currently commands [-] arquebusiers and [-] gunners, who, of course, were first and foremost sailors.

Most of the scums come from Belgium, Luxembourg, the traditional mercenary exporting places, and other poor provinces in the Federal Republic, mixed with some Southeast Asian natives, and a small number of Prussian savages who speak High German.

Because of the distance, William Janes could not see how the sampan had been sunk in the channel.However, the faint flash of light from the junk ship at that time, as well as the continuous and continuous sound of the guns with great penetrating power, clearly told the lieutenant that the opponent's ship had a large number of light firearms that could fire in a concentrated manner, although it seemed Not really.

Years of mercenary experience reminded him that it is best not to rush forward before seeing the weapon hidden under the opponent's cloak.

However, the acting chief does not seem to agree with the lieutenant's caution: "Even if the strength of the business hall is in a weak period, we can't stay here and do nothing, right?"

"Your Excellency, they'll make moves soon, if I'm not mistaken."

"why?"

"Because the tide is high, Your Excellency."

Van der Hagen heard this and understood.He waved a black and thin Chinese man over, handed him the monocular in his hand, then turned his head to the interpreter of the business hall standing beside him and said, "Tell Xu, let him go to the shore to see the two ships, I will Need to know who these pirates are under."

The interpreter in the business hall was from the Ming Dynasty, short and stout, with a businessman's kindness on his face.After he and the black and thin man hurriedly exchanged a few words in an indigenous language called "Zhangzhou dialect" that God could not learn, the man left the business hall with two equally black and thin men.

At the same time, the two junk ships began to adjust the angle of their mainsails and sailed out to sea.Van der Hagen did not rush to express his opinion this time, and then the lieutenant's prediction was verified: the two ships, with a flexible attitude that the Dutch could not understand, slipped gracefully out of the sea in a circle, adjusted their course, and took advantage of the high tide after high tide. The water level washed up on the beach side by side.

(End of this chapter)