Jingling, two miners on the hillside were chiseling on the rocks, and Liang Hong and Jia Lingyi were on guard from afar on both sides.

It was a huge chromite rock that looked like a small black rock mountain, and now the miners were digging holes in it.

"Alright, hide it."

A miner ran down from the rocks, screaming loudly as he ran. The two people who served as guards immediately chose to cover and lie down nearby with skillful military movements. Soon, another miner also ran up and threw himself behind the cover.

Rumble!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the ground seemed to tremble under his feet, and in the instant dazzling flash explosion, the rocks collapsed and fragments flew out. Billowing smoke filled the air, and the air smelled of choking dust and gunpowder.

Before the smoke cleared, Liang Hong ran over to observe. The rocks were gone, replaced by a pile of broken stone blocks of varying sizes. Farther away, the ground was littered with fragments of crumbling pieces, and there were quite a few of them gathered together. These blasted ores seem to be able to fit a lot of cars, but if they were mined manually in the past, they might not have had such an effect if they worked hard for a few days. Nobel jelly is really powerful, and the gelatinous plastic is very suitable for filling blast holes, and it is much more promising to use for blasting and mining than manual digging.

Let's load the ore into the wagon, look up at the sky, the sun has not yet arrived, this trip hurry up and transport it back, there should be time to come another car. Money, Liang Hong's eyes seemed to show a bunch of silver shining oceans.

With the means of blasting mining, open-pit mining has become very easy, and in order to make the minecart run once a day, Liang Hong has thought of many ways. For example, the minecart should go out early and return late, and for example, arrange people to go to the mine site in advance, first lay the blast hole to blow up the crushed rock mine, and let the minecart be loaded directly after it arrives. In addition, the horses brought back by Liang Hong were also used, and the craftsmen worked together to make a car body, so Liang Hong had an extra minecart in his hand. Although the weapons workshop could also build a mining carriage, it would cost 1,500 yuan, and Liang Hong was now short of money, so he had to build his own carriage body and use the riding horse as a pulling horse.

With an income of 400 yuan a day, I can finally make weapons with confidence. Due to the limitations of the technical level of the primary base, only weapons that appeared before 1878 could be made, all of which used black powder bullets. Liang Hong carefully selected and weighed in the list, and he chose the Mauser 1871 rifle and the 0.45-inch M1873 Colt single-action army revolver in the pistol.

The Mauser 1871 rifle fires black powder cartridges with a caliber of 11 mm, a single round without a magazine, a total weight of 4.68 kg, a gun length of 1340 mm, and a muzzle velocity of 440 m/s. Designed in 1866 and adopted by the Prussian army in 1872 as the 1871 Mauser rifle, the gun was the world's first successful use of metal cartridge cartridges. The gun costs 50 yuan, each manufacturing time is 5 hours, and the cost of bullets is 10 yuan per 100 rounds.

0.45-inch M1873 Colt single-action army revolver, the total length of the gun is 318 mm, the total weight of the gun is 1.048 kg, the barrel length is 191 mm, and the revolver chamber has a capacity of 6 rounds. Based on the M1872 revolver, it was approved by the U.S. Department of the Army in 1873 and was popular with cowboys and mounted police in the western United States. The gun was manufactured for 2 hours, the manufacturing cost was 20 yuan, and the bullet cost was 10 yuan per 100 rounds.

After two days of mining accumulation, there was a balance of 800 yuan in the capital account. The order was decisively placed: three Mauser 1871 rifles, five fulcrum 45-caliber Colt revolvers, 500 rounds of rifle and pistol cartridges, a total of 350 yuan. What satisfied Liang Hong in the weapons workshop was that guns and ammunition were produced separately, and the progress of orders did not interfere with each other.

It is necessary to have sufficient armament, and it is absolutely not enough to rely on the armor and zero, and in order to be more secure and secure, it is necessary to increase the number of soldiers. Click on Barracks to add two more Soldiers.

Soon, the funds on the books almost became zero eggs, in fact, what Liang Hong wanted to build most in his heart was still a minecart that could make money. However, it was also absolutely necessary to strengthen the armament, and after the guns were built, he issued Colt pistols to the miners, and each soldier was equipped with a long and short pistol as standard.

The newly created soldiers came out of the barracks one after another, and Liang Hong could finally take a breath, so he no longer had to run around and follow the minecart every day, and these things were handed over to Jia Lingyi to lead the team. Freed from toil, Liang Hong finally remembered his other identity, the leader of the Ming Sect. It's been almost ten days since I returned to the base, and I remembered that in the Ming Sect's Temple of Light, there was also an indoctrinated experiment, the little native he caught.

Walking into the temple again, this time he saw two people, young and old, come out to greet him.

"See the Master."

The same voice, but the pronunciation of the little one is a little weird. At this time, Liang Hong remembered that he didn't know the name of the little native.

"Elder Temple, how is his education?"

"Hora is still pure in mind, not deeply contaminated by worldly evil, and now he can recite Chinese scriptures, and he is also very devout to the God of Light."

Oh, so this little native's name is Hora.

Seeing Hora timidly bowing her head, she asked.

"Hora, how old is this year, and where is the person?" After speaking, he suddenly remembered something, yes, he may not be able to understand Chinese, so he repeated it again in stiff Dutch.

"Fifteen years old, San, Kunge tribe, Bechuana."

Unexpectedly, Hora replied in a strange tone of Chinese. Super Chinese is fast, and Liang Hong shouted in his heart that the temple is indeed an artifact. Bechuana, including Botswana and part of southwestern South Africa, more than ten years ago, the Boers invaded Bechuana and created the Republic of Staraland and Goshen, and the local chiefs took refuge in the British and established the Bechuana Reserve, which became a colony under British protection.

Mulberry people? Liang Hong looked at Hora carefully, and saw that the young man was sincerely afraid. The San people are the earliest yellow-skinned aborigines of South Africa, and together with another race of skin color and language, the Khoikoi, they are called Khoisans, and the language is also known as Khoisan. White Europeans call the San people Bushmen, which means people in the jungle.

With the help of Chinese, Dutch and gestures, Liang Hong roughly understood Hora's background. The yellow-skinned San people, who have lived in southern Africa since ancient times, are naturally short and live by hunting small animals and gathering wild fruits. The blacks from the north conquered the primitive San tribes, the Bechuanals took control of the land, and later the more powerful whites came.

Hora speaks Dutch, which comes from his father. According to the law of the Cape Colony in England, black children who have no source of livelihood can be adopted by whites as apprentices. During the British rule, the Boers raided indigenous villages, took children as apprentices, and turned them into slaves. The Boers attacked their village, captured Hora's father, and only fled back to the Kunge tribe on the west bank of the Lin** River when his father came of age.

The British and Boers among the whites, and even the Ngoni among the blacks, were bloody and warlike peoples, and they were bloody and bloody in southern Africa in the nineteenth century. Liang Hong sometimes wonders what direction to go next if the base is perfected. To the north and east were Boer territory, and in a little more than a year there would be a protracted Anglo-Boer War. To the west is the Bechuana Reserve, a British colony. To the south is the middle reaches of the Lin** River, sparsely populated and fertile, but infested with terrifying tsetse flies. Tsetse flies, also known as tsetse flies, are terrible blood-sucking flying insects that are slightly larger than houseflies. The most terrifying thing is not that it sucks blood, but that when it sucks blood, it injects trypanosomal pathogens, which can invade the brain and cause meningitis, which makes people sleepy and then die. Until the 21st century, the tsetse fly is still raging in Africa.

Perhaps, try looking west, where there are not many whites. Liang Hong had a plan in his heart, but he didn't make up his mind.

"Learn from the temple elders well, and the God of Light will protect you."

Before leaving, Liang Hong enthusiastically encouraged the young natives. Very high-sounding words, the listener thinks it is a blessing, but the speaker thinks of a fool in his heart. Poor boy, I really don't blame me, he repents himself.

The sky was sunny again, and into late February, the rain was noticeably reduced. Southern Africa will end its rainy season in March and usher in the most refreshing and comfortable season.

Looking up, the sun was almost straight overhead, and it was almost twelve o'clock, and it was time for the first minecart to return. He was standing outside the fence in a daze when he heard gunshots from the south, and then saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance.

Not good, the minecart was attacked, Liang Hong reacted, that direction was the road to the chromite.