Nanming: I can build wonders

Chapter 222

After the guards landed, the first thing they did was to quickly tie up those British guys who recognized them.

"Little Five, quickly ask the British sailors on the ship to invite those yelling British guys over."

"A Niu, take the secret weapon and create chaos!"

Qian Yan kept ordering.

This time is the first "special operation" of Ming Dynasty personally explained by the emperor, the first battalion must go all out to take Macau!
The soldiers of the first battalion took out the latest secret weapon of the Ming Royal Manufacturing Bureau on the deck: smoke bombs.

This is not the formula Zhu Kezang exchanged in the system, but the Gunpowder Factory himself discovered it.

A while ago, the craftsmen of the gunpowder factory were surprised to find that when they grind white sugar and saltpeter into powder and mix them together in a certain proportion, once ignited, a huge amount of smoke can be formed.

That experiment almost caused chaos in the General Administration of Manufacturing. People in other factories thought that the gunpowder factory was on fire, and they all came with water to put out the fire, and almost drowned the gunpowder factory.

When this matter was reported to Zhu Kezang, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

In addition to being happy, he ordered the gunpowder factory to move away alone, so as not to explode in the future and bring disaster to other factories.

When more than a dozen smoke bomb barrels on the deck were ignited, a large amount of white smoke poured out from the small barrels as if by magic.

The entire pier was shrouded in smoke, and the Portuguese who didn't know the truth thought that the Amherst was on fire.

"Quickly put out the fire!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

Now that the Portuguese language is booming, there is a mess. In the chaos, the British who were yelling before were quietly killed by the guards.

The pier is very close to the Governor's Mansion of Macau, and the news of the fire at the pier quickly reached the ears of the current Governor of Macau, Manlis.

Wen Lishi is his Chinese name. His real name is Belquio du Amaral Menezes. He is the No.18 governor of Macau and just took office last December.

This afternoon, just as he was about to go to the St. Paul's Cathedral in the Fortress of Macau to pray, the anxious voice of his adjutant Simon Vitis suddenly came from outside the door.

"Your Excellency, the British East India Company's Amherst is burning violently on the wharf of Haojiang Inner Harbor. Thick smoke billowed from the scene, and the fire may have spread to the shore."

"what?"

Upon hearing the news, Wen Lishi jumped up from his desk in fright, and strode open the door of the office, only to see a young and handsome Portuguese with an anxious expression, waiting for the governor's instructions.

"Simon, what did you just say?" Wen Lishi asked his adjutant, he hoped he heard it wrong.

Simon did not dare to report good news or bad news, and reported: "Your Excellency, the British merchant ship is burning violently at the Haojiang Inner Harbor Wharf. The fire is extremely violent, and even spread to the Inner Harbor Wharf!"

"It's broken, there can't be a fire in there."

Wen Lishi was in a hurry. The vicinity of the Inner Harbor Wharf is the essence of Macau, so there must be nothing wrong.

There are a large number of warehouses, markets, and commercial buildings there, and the inner harbor wharf is very busy. It is impossible to have only British ships. If the fire spreads, the damage caused will be immeasurable.

Thinking of the lost silver dollars, Wen Lishi just wanted to go to God to pray, but God has been thrown aside.

He hurriedly boarded the city wall on the Macau Bastion, he forgot the billowing smoke from the inner port pier, and felt bad, such thick smoke would definitely burn more than one ship.

He looked down and saw that several Chinese sailing ships below the British armed merchant ship were also emitting smoke, and the thick smoke was about to cover the nearby British business hall.

"My God, I have already reminded the dock company to pay attention to fire prevention, pay attention to fire prevention, those damned guys, they don't listen to me, the governor, at all!"

Wen Lishi said angrily.

At this moment, he couldn't care less about who should be held accountable. He immediately yelled, "Simon, hurry up and ring the alarm bell, and gather people to put out the fire!"

Seeing that the ships, wharves and commercial buildings of the British friends were all engulfed by the fire, of course he, as the governor of Macau, could not just sit idly by.

The British East India Company is their important ally in the East. If this fire burns them out, they will have no allies in the East.

Although the Nanyang Dutchmen are gone now, a more ferocious Ming has come. Daming has a good relationship with the British East India Company, and they also have a good relationship with the British East India Company. With this relationship, Daming will definitely not touch them in Nanyang. That little bit of ground.

Therefore, the friendship of the British East India Company is very important.

Under the order of Governor Wen Lishi, his adjutant Simon summoned more than 40 Portuguese Musketeers and nearly 400 black slave soldiers in the shortest time.

The black slave soldiers each had a wooden barrel filled with water, and the Portuguese musketeers commanded them to line up and run to the area where the incident occurred without any weapons on them.

The Portuguese musketeers and slave soldiers led by this Simon were a common military pattern in Portugal's overseas colonies.

Among them, the "Portuguese musketeers" are somewhat similar to noble knights, while the black soldiers are their slaves.

A musketeer usually had about ten personal slaves, who were the Portuguese's assistants or subordinates on the battlefield.

Typically, Portuguese musketeers wore armor and fought with Spanish heavy arquebuses or artillery mounted in fortresses.

The black soldiers served as their assistants and guards. Some of them would protect the musketeers with swords or spears, while others helped the musketeers load ammunition.

It has to be said that the Portuguese soldiers would enjoy it, and even the ammunition was loaded by slaves. It is no wonder that this kind of delicate army was swept away by the Dutch on the Eastern battlefield.

Seeing those lazy black soldiers advancing slowly, Simon became a little impatient. Just now, Mr. Wenli said that if he didn't put out the fire in time, his salary for this month would be deducted.

How could this work? He was counting on this month's salary to buy rum from the Ming Dynasty, so he kept urging his musketeers and black slave soldiers to rush to the scene of the "fire".

Clap!
He whipped at the slowest black slave soldier and roared, "The slowest one will be pulled to feed the sharks later!"

This remark made a musketeer very upset, he objected in a low voice: "Sir, he is my private property!"

"roll!"

Under Simon's urging, the fire extinguishing brigade composed of more than 400 people took a breath and rushed, and finally arrived at the smoky "fire" scene.

What puzzled them was that although there was a lot of smoke at the scene, the temperature was not high, and no flames were seen anywhere.

The strangest thing was that the scene was very quiet and eerie. If it wasn't in the hinterland of Macau, he would have suspected that someone had ambushed them.

Although Simon was confused, he still led the people into the smoke, not knowing that he had broken into a death trap.

"Ready to fight!"

(End of this chapter)