Rise of the 1630s South America

Chapter 521 Australia's Ghosts and Snakes

"No, you can't treat me, I'm a Spaniard, I'm a Spanish nobleman!" A young man with a Latin face roared angrily.He threw away the manure fork in his hand and shouted at the two Guarani supervisors.

"Crack!" A leather shoe kicked his leg hard from behind, and the Spaniard was caught off guard and suddenly fell to his knees.The people behind still didn't intend to let him go, only to see a giant hand wearing white gauze gloves grabbed the Spaniard's long hair, and then dragged him backwards to the edge of a deep pit more than ten meters away , the Spaniard screamed like a pig.But the opponent's dragging speed was very fast, and his struggle was not only useless, but made himself more painful.

"Go down!" The man dragging him kicked the Spaniard grinning in pain into the pit, then stared at him coldly, and said to the two supervisors behind him, "Buried."

Here is a large pit with a depth of about three to four meters. The wall of the pit is made of mud and covered with several wooden boards. Obviously, this place was originally a toilet—a public toilet with more than [-] squatting seats.It's just that this toilet seems to have been abandoned for a while. Not only have most of the boards on it been removed, but even most of the excrement accumulated in the toilet has been cleaned up.

And what this so-called Spanish nobleman had been doing before was cleaning toilets.They use dung spoons to scoop up the dung water in the toilet, put it into wooden dung buckets and transport it to the field, and then water the various vegetables grown in the field.At present, this first step has been completed, and a large number of exiled prisoners are working on the second step. They use dung forks to pick up the dung that has been dried out by the sun from the bottom of the toilet, and then use dung skips to pick it up. Used as basal fertilizer.

But as a Spaniard, or one of the heirs of a Spanish noble family, how could he continue to do such a job that he considered extremely "humble", so he quickly expressed his dissatisfaction.But the end of expressing dissatisfaction is terrible. The Spaniard who has just been here for a few days obviously did not understand the situation here.In Gushan Port, the base camp of exiled prisoners, the exiled prisoners must have the consciousness of exiled prisoners. Whether you were a high-ranking lord or a lowly beggar before, you must follow one thing here: unconditionally obey the orders of the supervisor.

These supervisors include Guarani people, Livonians, Koreans who are the earliest local residents, and of course some Ming people, especially their leader—an eunuch who escaped from Prince Heng’s mansion in Qingzhou, who is even more scum in the scum.This middle-aged eunuch who has three godsons in Gushan Port is also the godson of the vice-captain of the Blackwater Pioneering Team and the captain of the Navy Anchu who is fully in charge of Australian affairs.

Captain Anchu knew very well that in Gushan Port, a colony full of scum, he needed these "ruthless people" to manage the increasing number of exiled prisoners here.As of July of this year (1646), the population of Gushan Port in Western Australia, which is far more developed than that of Eastern Australia, has just touched the 7 mark, and its age structure is old, young, and many People's physical fitness is also very poor.To put it bluntly, they are all eliminated and unsuitable for long-distance voyages. They stay in the local area to farm and live, so as to provide food, vegetables, fruits and other supplies for the fleet.

In addition, there are about 500 exiled prisoners in the local area, and they are not counted as "people" in the household registration book of Gushan Port.They will not be formally included in the management system by local government agencies until they are granted official identity certificates and household registrations after serving their sentences.Before that, they were prisoners without protection, and the overseers who managed them took power over their life and death.

There are about 90 local supervisors, managed by a small gendarmerie office.In fact, most local affairs are managed by the military police, because the two cities in Australia are still under military control, and the military police are in charge of everything.

Of course, whether it is the military police or the Western Australia Garrison stationed here (adapted from some soldiers of the 2nd Squadron of the Standing Squadron, with a staff of 250), and other agencies, they are all responsible to the deputy captain of the Blackwater Pioneering Team stationed here ——This is the close deputy of Marshal Mo, the highest authority in Australia and the captain of the Blackwater Pioneering Team.

The man who threw the Spanish nobleman into the cesspit just now was a military policeman. He looked at the Spaniard who fell face down in the cesspit, and waved his hands behind him.Soon, two overseers rushed over with about twenty naked Australian aborigines.These Aborigines with fetters on their feet obediently shoveled dirt into the cesspit with their shovels, working quite hard.

The cesspit has almost been cleaned up, and even the cow dung at the bottom of the pit to prevent leakage has been cleaned up in sevens and eights, and it is about to be discarded and filled.With the outward expansion of the urban residential area of ​​Gushan Port, the public toilets that were originally dug outside the residential area will be abandoned.Because the feces in these toilets may pollute the drinking water wells dug by residents and breed diseases, they will be discarded one after another.

In their place, engineers have designed larger and more advanced toilets in faraway locations.The new toilets will no longer be as crude as before, and they will be built with precious cement shipped from the New China region and locally produced red bricks to ensure a certain number of years of use.

The Spaniard was vomiting vigorously at the bottom of the pit—the smell of cow dung accumulated at the bottom of the pit for several years is not so pleasant, but after feeling the soil falling from his body, he immediately stood up in panic.Regardless of wiping the cow dung on his face, the young man yelled in panic, but no one paid any attention to him. The Australian aborigines were still filling the dung pit with soil.Two Guaraní overseers stood by and watched, and they didn't mind stabbing the young man if he tried to climb out of the cesspit.

"This month's death quota is going to be broken again! How old are you, and you still can't control your temper." A middle-aged military policeman in his 40s and [-]s came over at some point and looked at the The young Spanish nobleman who knocked the shovel back to the bottom of the cesspit, frowned and said: "This month, more than five prisoners have died in your hands, and the salary of two dollars is gone. How about Alice? Look at the face."

The middle-aged gendarme is from France, and his rank seems to be a sergeant.It has been several years since I came to Australia. I married a North Korean wife locally, and now I have three children. Naturally, my household registration is also in the local area.

"Hey, it's okay. When I have time, my brothers and I will ride a horse and go around, and borrow a few heads of Australian aborigines. It's not a problem to get a few dollars in bonuses." The relatively young man said indifferently.He has a bright face, short and stocky body, strong muscles, he looks like a very explosive player, it is said that he used to be a bodyguard player in Shandong, and he is not bad at riding and martial arts.

He is currently working under the hands of the middle-aged military police, and he is also married to the other party's younger sister, Alice. He is a trusted subordinate of the middle-aged people, so the two of them talk more casually.

"The surrounding aborigines have almost been cleaned up, and almost two to three thousand people have been wiped out. How can there be any aboriginal tribes? If you go deep into the inland to fight grass valleys, you should give up your mind. I won't allow it." Also, you always borrow horses from the horse farm to earn extra money, and the old man in charge has already complained to me several times, please pay attention to me." The middle-aged military policeman lit a pipe for himself, and glanced at the young man. Gendarme, said lightly.

The young gendarme sniffed the scent of tobacco intoxicatedly, and then said with a smile: "Old man Wang took several kangaroo skins from me, how can he be so heartless. But if you can't go out, you can't go out, the worst is to stay in the city to fight." Boil your body."

"But it's not that there is no chance to go out." After taking two puffs of cigarettes, the middle-aged man changed the topic and said: "The fleet from New China has come twice, and it seems that there will be many immigrants stranded in Gushan Port this year. No less than 600 people were left behind, including quite a few young and middle-aged people. Moreover, since this year, some exiled prisoners have completed their sentences and turned into formal residents. These have led to a gradual increase in the local population. Population growth If we do, the scale of cities, farmland, mines (quarrying), and ports will expand, and more slaves will be needed to participate in the construction. Then, it will be natural to go deep into the interior to conquer the natives and capture slaves."

"Why do we need so many indigenous slaves? Didn't we say that the mainland was already at war with the Guaranis and Spaniards more than a year ago, and hundreds of prisoners of war and exiles were transported over a while ago, so why do we need the indigenous people? These aborigines are too stupid and difficult to manage, and they are not as good as exiled prisoners." The young gendarme said doubtfully.

In fact, the Spaniards who had just been kicked into the cesspit by him were a group of local exiles who just arrived in Hong Kong more than half a month ago. It is said that they were captured by the East Coasters during the frequent border frictions last year (45 years).Now that there is the first batch, there will definitely be a second batch. In this way, does Australia still need so many aborigines?

"There is no second batch." The middle-aged gendarme seemed to have seen through the thoughts of the young gendarmes, and only heard him say: "300 people were sent to us, 150 people were sent to Jinshan Port, and the rest were basically shipped to Xinshan Port. Huaxia. It needs more people there, you know, because there are too many people dying of diseases every year."

"Well, I understand now." The young gendarme smiled and said, "Look, who are the people who sent us? The prisoners captured in the war, the aborigines who were forcibly relocated, the The exiled underground religious elements, criminals, and dissidents who are dissatisfied with the government, according to Chief An, these people are ghosts and monsters, so you have to take a good look at them.”

"If you don't obey, kill them. As long as you have a legitimate reason, you won't be counted in the death quota. With us here, the sky in Australia belongs to our Great East Coast Republic. These ghosts and snakes can't make waves!"

(End of this chapter)