New World 1620

The Ministry of Telecommunications, which had won the bid to establish at a technology industry seminar, finally presented their first "product" on the last day of July.

Exhausting all kinds of tricks including digging, digging and swindling, plus dismantling bulk cargo from scrapped ships and keeping them in confidential warehouses in the community, the Ministry of Telecommunications' extensive collection has achieved fruitful results.

After the catastrophe, all kinds of electronic appliances brought to the 17th century are mostly in a state of damage, especially the old and new radio stations on several scrapped sea ships, but the wires of the Ministry of Telecommunications are still doing everything possible to dig out the usable ones. part.

After more than a month of screening, maintenance and renovation, the first SSB shortwave radio station was released.In the eyes of professionals, it seems that this ugly thing in front of you is completely far from the imaginary shortwave radio station, and the power used is also a closet-sized experimental grade lead-acid battery pack.But when the No. 516 patrol ship, the only patrol ship that did not damage the radio equipment during the catastrophe, sent a clear radio wave voice signal, all the onlookers, young and old, cheered.

Theoretically, in the pure electromagnetic environment of the 17th century, the SSB radio station can be used to send and receive signals of hundreds or even tens of thousands of kilometers, but with the current state of equipment, it will take a lot of time to realize this theoretical value.

This is different from the broadcaster converted from a marine broadcasting equipment in the community square, which will realize the long-distance communication of information outside the Manhattan community for the first time.Although due to many problems such as power and limited parts, such radio equipment cannot be mass-produced, but at least three places, Brooklyn Industrial District and West Point Town, can finally achieve non-human information transmission.

As for the use of telephones and coils on scrapped ships to build a wired telephone network within the community, it was temporarily shelved due to technical details and engineering volume issues.

He Yu, who had always been worried about the daily defense of West Point Town, immediately transported a complete set of radio equipment to West Point Town, accompanied by several technicians from the Ministry of Telecommunications.

Today, in the small square of West Point Town, there is a long wooden frame with a broadcasting speaker from a broken ship hanging on the wooden frame.

In the radio station built on the top of the military watchtower, several technicians finally got the correct channel after several times of debugging.Under the curious eyes of dozens of onlookers in West Point Township, a burst of soft music came out of the loudspeaker, which was a dance song played by the community radio station.

The European residents gradually changed from curiosity to shock, and even a few pious women were still crossing their chests.Pastor Brest opened his mouth slightly, clutching the wooden cross on his chest, and muttering to himself.

"Here is the first trial run of a community radio station..."

Far away in a certain building in the Manhattan community, in the studio of the newly established Manhattan Community Radio Station, the 35-year-old female broadcasting element, who used to be a radio host in a southern city, began to have a steady yet feminine voice. Generally pass to the industrial area of ​​Brooklyn and West Point.

Countless technicians or residents in the two places held their heads up, listening to the loudspeaker about teaching everyone the knowledge of lightning protection measures in summer, all of them were full of excitement.

"Dad, where did this sound come from?!"

The Dutch admiral in the future history, now 14-year-old Ruyter in a sailor uniform, asked his father Monty tightly by the hem of his clothes.

"I... I don't know, maybe it's... the voice of God?"

Monty, who had obtained his green card and was promoted to a sergeant major, stood on the deck of the Enterprise, staring blankly at the loudspeaker hanging high on the wooden frame near the pier, repeating chaotic prayers in his mouth.

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Not long after the exciting broadcast in the morning, Sergeant Scott of the Land Guard, who was on vacation in West Point, ran to the town store and took out his salary just paid this month, together with his previous savings, Unexpectedly, a big purchase started.

"Oh, Scott, did you just kill a Mohawk nobleman? These things are not cheap, have you fallen in love with a certain girl?"

The owner of the small shop, Robert, a Scottish man in his 50s, looked at the healthy young man in front of him kindly, with a cigarette in his mouth.

I bought several bottles of blueberry cider in porcelain bottles, a small bottle of perfume, a small mirror, several large sausages, a roll of beautiful European wool, a pound of snow-white rock sugar after refining, and several bottles that are said to last for several months. Canned wild cherries in glass—usually these were rationed to the Navy, but as production ramped up, even West Point began to buy in small quantities.Sergeant Scott spent a full 15 Spanish silver dollars, which is equivalent to half a month's salary of a sergeant.

"Hehe, it's for Jenny, bless me, Mr. Robert!" Scott happily stuffed a lot of things into his military rucksack one by one, and then carried them on his shoulders with great effort, his face flushed.

If these goods are placed in Europe, almost only dignitaries can enjoy them. Although they are still expensive commodities in West Point Town, they can still be a luxury for Scott’s current income situation where one person is full and the whole family is not hungry. What's more, the free food in the barracks is unimaginably rich for ordinary European civilian families.

Jeanne, 17, was one of the English refugees rescued from the sea by the whaling ship Mermaid a few months ago. She is now able to continue thanks to the "well-meaning Americans" who rescued her parents from the Hound's bad luck. Live a peaceful life, helping clean the kitchen at the only tavern in town.

However, she has an autistic personality and is unwilling to actively communicate with others at all. She is also one of the few immigrants who has been in West Point Town for more than two months and cannot speak a word of Chinese.According to the words of the US sheriff, she is only a temporary resident now, and it is still a matter of time before she can obtain formal settlement, permanent residence and even national citizenship.

The Mohawk war happened at the beginning of last month. The close-in battle seemed to make the lonely girl desperate again. She almost huddled in the chapel and prayed alone until the next day when a large group of majestic American soldiers brought victory The cheers drove into West Point, before carefully walking out of the church to join the cheering crowd.

Later, she met the sergeant who was said to be the bravest in the American army. The young man who was said to have fought bloody battles with the local aborigines for several days and nights at the beginning of the establishment of West Point town immediately came into her sight. The soldier who was surrounded by his subordinates and asked for a drink seemed to be very popular.

In one month, Scott, who led his platoon stationed at the Northwest Military Fortress, only had contact with this shy English country girl twice.During today's vacation, Scott decided to confess his love no matter what. Otherwise, with the change of defense next week, he doesn't know how long it will take before he can return to West Point.

The small bar was almost full, and several soldiers who were also on vacation whistled when they saw Scott coming in with a large bag of things.While the other drinkers deliberately made a fuss and shouted his name, as if they were helping him pass the news.

Jenny came out from the small door on one side of the bar with a blushing face. Encouraged by the bar owner, she seemed reluctant to walk up to Scott with a plate, and put down the tablecloth, knife and fork.

"Jenny..." The sergeant who dared to calmly shoot at the Mohek who was a few steps away on the battlefield also had a red face like a monkey's butt, and didn't know what to say.

"Mr. Scott, are you on vacation today too? What would you like..." Jenny lowered her head, her voice was extremely pleasant, and the booing around her became louder.In her embarrassment, the girl didn't know whether to continue standing or run away.

"Okay, you dirty flies! I don't want to see you again!" Seeing that there were two soldiers from his own platoon among them, Scott couldn't help cursing, and the booing people immediately dispersed.

"Excuse me, just have a cup of corn bar, and another grilled fish." Scott quickly replied with a serious expression after blowing away the light bulb.

Just nodding, the girl hurriedly left Scott, disappointing Zhongston who was about to say another sentence.

"Hey, who's Jenny here?"

Suddenly, a Chinese youth walked in outside the bar, looking a little arrogant.

"Oh, sir, it's her. Excuse me..." The bar owner hurried over to greet her with a smile on his face, but his eyes seemed a little flustered.

"Hehe, don't be nervous. I'm from a community radio station, and now I'm planning to train radio operators and announcers. Jenny's immigration profile has been selected, let's see if she's willing to go." The young man saw all the European guys in a bar staring at him, He quickly changed his tone, and handed the letter in his hand to the girl.

"I can't read..." The girl looked at the letter in her hand with some trepidation, then lowered her head again.

"I'll help you."

Sergeant Scott hurried over, opened the letterhead, read only two lines, and asked the unfamiliar Chinese youth a little unnaturally: "Sir, will Jenny not live in West Point from now on?"

"Who said that? She will work at the radio station in West Point Town after she finishes her training." The Chinese youth looked at the foreign soldier of the Land Guard in puzzlement for a while, and finally showed a clear smile, and then lowered his voice. Voice, "What, your girlfriend? Not bad, you can hear her voice every day from now on."

Scott grinned in embarrassment, then put the letter back into Jenny's hand, and changed it into English: "It's not a bad thing, you can have a good income! But you may have to study for several months, congratulations You, Jenny!"

Looking at the young and old around in bewilderment, Jenny could only nod slightly.

"Sergeant Scott! Return to the fort immediately, there is a wolf smoke alarm!"

Suddenly, another soldier on vacation rushed in outside the door, and he was fully dressed.

"Jenny! I'll see you next time!"

The sergeant almost ran and yelled and rushed out of the bar with his colleagues, making everyone in West Point laugh in surprise.

"Oops! Mr. Scott, you forgot your bag!"

The people in the bar gradually dispersed, and at an empty table, a bulging military rucksack was still leaning on a chair alone.

Holding a letter that changed her destiny from then on, the English girl couldn't help but covered her mouth and smiled.