As one of the few players who have actual combat experience and can skillfully operate foreign weapons, Wei Yuan has been very busy recently: Han Xiaobo's gang fought domestic light and heavy machines when they were in service, and now they want to play Browning M2 for a limited time, time is tight and the task is heavy, Wei Yuan has become the head of the machine gun, and it has really taken a lot of effort these days.

Grinning at a few birdmen clumsily changing the barrel of the M2, scratching their big bald heads, Wei Yuan's face grinned, turned his head to Han Xiaobo and said, "Don't forget to remove all the flame suppressors on the muzzle tomorrow." ”

Han Xiaobo has a square face and thick eyebrows, and a well-proportioned figure, which is when he is in the prime of life. This gentleman is dressed as a standard officer, with strong positive character genes, and when he heard Wei Yuan speak, he replied with a smile: "Use sound and light effects to deter the natives...... Is this necessary? ”

"Believe me, it's definitely more useful than you think, it's the seventeenth century." Wei Yuan pointed to his feet and said, "The more primitive it is, the more afraid it is of sound and light. The natives of this world are more primitive than the ones I've ever encountered, and until they evolved into WW1 weapons, flame suppressors were useless, and the sound and light effects were our unique strength. ”

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

The atmosphere was very relaxed, everyone was like a land passenger who went on a boat to travel freely, and the fleet was slow and unswervingly sailing towards the big man.

......

In 1627, Dayuan had neither a majestic red brick fortress nor a commercial port, but just a sandbar located in the sea off the coast of Tainan and called "a kun body" by the Ming people.

However, such a barren place is now a place where people from all over the world gather, a land of wealth, and a land of heroes. The Japanese people, the savages, the Ming people, the Fujian pirates, the Nanyang red hairs, oh, and the crossers who pick the inch, are all attracted by this desolate sandbar, wielding silver coins and weapons in their hands, competing for the protagonist's role.

At this point in time, there is a series of sandbanks off the coast of Tainan parallel to the main island, and Dayuan is just one of them. The large lagoon enclosed between this string of sandbanks and the main island is called the Taijiang Inland Sea.

The reason why outsiders are looking at this place is that the channel between Dayuan and the northern line is deep enough, and it is the only channel that allows small and medium-sized sea vessels to pass through and enter the Taijiang Inland Sea for shelter.

Dayuan Island, which resembles a tadpole, runs north-south and is parallel to the main island. At this moment, there are only a few buildings and a few shantytowns scattered on the side of the inland sea of the Taijiang River, and the famous Gelanza Castle is only a simple merchant house surrounded by clay walls, far from the scale of later generations.

Johannes van der Hagen, the temporary governor of the Dayuan Merchant House, was standing on the wall of the Merchant House, looking out to sea with a single-barreled telescope made of brass.

The afternoon sun shines through the white clouds on the turquoise sea, and today is undoubtedly a good day. However, Van der Hagen's mood at the moment is like the dark clouds that will not disperse all year round in Beihai's hometown, rolling endlessly under the depression.

Just before the noon tide, two junk boats with hard sails appeared off the coast of Dayuan. They did not enter the port like other Ming maritime merchants who came to trade, and the two ships were a bit peculiar, and the Junk ship, which had a visual inspection of 200 Rusts, had adjusted the mainsail angle since they came here, and the speed of the ship was artificially lowered.

The incoming ships slowly hovering at the mouth of the channel between Dayuan and the tail island of the northern line are blocking the traffic in the inland sea of the Taijiang River - "these two ships did not come here with a friendly attitude," Van der Hagen, who came out to observe the situation after receiving the report, thought at the time.

An hour later, the sampan used for communication, which was slowly sinking in the channel with a blazing fire, told him with a half-mast that had just been confirmed that his suspicion had been confirmed.

All the employees of the Dutch East India Company in this area were all assembled by this time. The two corner forts facing the open sea in the merchant hall were also ready, but due to the range, they did not make a sound at the moment.

"Do we need to clear the waterways and send the Wilden to fight the pirate ship, Mr. Lieutenant?" When the provisional commander determined the nature of the junk, the topic naturally turned to how to fight.

"Perhaps it was not a wise decision, Your Excellency. There should be a large number of light guns on the ships of the opponent ... Maybe it's a... Two-pounder guns, in a narrow fairway, we have no firing range, and the Wilden will be threatened. And now there's another problem, the sampan. Lieutenant William Janes replied.

William Janes was a bearded Luxembourg mercenary. He had a large nose and thick red hair, and wore a half-worn tweed coat with a shiny row of copper buttons, which made him look less scruffy than the soldiers under him.

As a member of the Senate, William Janes currently commands 150 arquebusiers and 35 gunners, who are of course sailors by profession.

Most of the scum came from Belgium, Luxembourg, the traditional mercenary destinations, and other impoverished provinces of the United Provinces, with a few South Sea natives and a small number of High German-speaking Prussian savages.

William Janes was so far away that he couldn't see how the sampan had been sunk in the channel. However, the faint flash of light that came from the junk, and the penetrating, continuous, dense sound of gunfire, clearly told Mr. Lieutenant that the adversary had a large number of light firearms on board that could fire intensively, although this did not seem to be true.

Years of experience as a mercenary reminded him that it was best not to rush forward until he saw the weapons hidden under the opponent's cloak.

However, the acting prefect does not seem to agree with Mr. Lieutenant's caution: "Even if the strength of the merchant hall is now weak, we can't stay here and do nothing, right?" ”

"Your Excellency, they will soon be in action, if I am not mistaken."

"Why?"

"Because the tide is rising, Your Excellency."

Van der Hagen heard this and understood. He waved over a thin black Chinese, handed him the monoculars in his hand, and then turned to the interpreter of the merchant hall standing aside and said, "Tell Xu, let him go to the shore to see the two ships, I need to know whose subordinates these pirates are." ”

The interpreter of the merchant hall is a native of the Ming Kingdom, short and fat, with a merchant-like amiability. After a few hurried remarks between him and the thin black man in an indigenous language known as "Zhangzhou dialect," which God could not learn, the man left the merchant house with two of his men who were also black and thin.

At the same moment, the two junks began to adjust the angle of their mainsails and headed out to sea. Van der Hagen was in no hurry to express his opinion this time, and then the lieutenant's prophecy was confirmed: the two ships, with an incomprehensible agility of the Dutch, had glided gracefully out of the open sea, adjusted their course, and washed side by side on the beach of Dayuan, taking advantage of the high tide after the high tide.