On August 11, 318th year of the Chongzhen period of the Ming Dynasty, the Governor's Office of the former Straits of Temasek, and the current headquarters of the Seventh Front of the Japanese Army.

Commander General Seishiro Itagaki, Chief of Staff Lieutenant General Ayabe Kiriki, Deputy Chief of Staff Major General Shimura Fumio was sitting opposite him and drinking.

At this time, they did have nothing to do except drink and drink. The only connection between the entire Southern Army and the local area was the radio wave in the air. Unfortunately, the only thing this radio wave brought them was pain. Hiroshima was gone, Nagasaki was gone, Kanto Army was finished, and the Empire was finished.

The sentimental Chief of Staff Ayabe even hummed a sad wakame, making the room full of ghosts.

"Ayabe, stop singing!"

Seishiro Itagaki roared impatiently.

It would be fine if he didn't yell. When he yelled, Major General Shimura collapsed and lay on the table and cried bitterly.

"well!"

Seishiro Itagaki sighed helplessly, pinched the wine cup, drank it all with a heroic drink, then stood up and walked to the radio, preparing to find some works by Tokyo radio editors to adjust his mood. As soon as he turned on the radio, a familiar Japanese radio came from inside. Then, the announcer's charming voice directly said Nagasaki. He immediately shivered and continued to turn the knob without hesitation...

"On August 11, 318th year of Chongzhen, the Ming Empire, this was the National Radio Station of the Ming Empire. I am the announcer Hongyi. I respect the power of my ancestors and my ancestors to protect me, and the soldiers strive to be the best. My Ming Empire Navy's Nanyang Fleet had wiped out the Japanese pirates and restored Anbuna Island two days ago. All the people on the island were eating pots of wine and wept to welcome me. The elderly and young children celebrated and saw the light of the sun and the moon again.

The President of the Imperial Baath Party of the Ming Empire, Chairman of the Military Committee, Supreme Head of the Empire, Grand Marshal of the Navy, Army and Air Force, Speaker of the Imperial Parliament, and the Supreme Court's Grand Fa Office, and changed the name of Anbuna Island to Yingtian Prefecture, with Yingtian Prefecture as the capital during the war..."

Seishiro Itagaki was stunned when he listened to the delicate Chinese broadcast of the female announcer on the radio. He looked at Ayabe and others blankly, and then burst into laughter.

A small island with a population of thousands, the Ming Empire, the Empire Baath Party, and the Nanyang Fleet. What kind of world are these, and even pirates dare to call themselves the empire!

Yes, in the eyes of General Itagaki, this is probably what pirates went to play with.

At the same time, some radios with higher sensitivity around Saigon, Batavia, Bangkok, and even remote Myanmar, Yunnan, Guangxi, the Philippines, and even some of the far away India, Okinawa, Guam and even Chongqing all heard this inexplicable short-wave channel and the so-called Ming Empire that suddenly appeared.

After a while of shock, almost everyone heard it burst into laughter. Soon some European, American and Chinese newspapers reprinted this matter as a joke.

"A joke? That's right!"

On anbuna Island or the current Yingtian Mansion of the Ming Empire, on a cool beach, the head of the empire sat on a lounge chair under the parasol, holding a straw inserted into the coconut, and muttering to himself with satisfaction.

What he wanted was such an effect. When the outside world discovered that this was not a joke, it had become an unsinkable aircraft carrier. As long as dozens of aircraft with a combat radius of more than 1,000 kilometers were deployed here, the Dutch East India, Malaya, Annan, and Siam were almost all under their own stick.

As for why I have to be so anxious to reveal my identity, the reason is very simple. If I don’t take the last bus to the Victory Country, how can I be confident in asking for my own things in the future?

What era is this?

The 318th year of Chongzhen in the Ming Dynasty, the curtain of Milu's battle for hegemony has been opened, the red flag of life is rolling, the waves of standing are surging, and the war in Asia, Africa and Latin America is burning. This is a magnificent era, an era of glorious dreams and grand careers intertwined. In front of the intercontinental missile background that pierced the sky, with the accompaniment of nuclear explosions resounding through the sky, countless heroes and heroes in troubled times, and we will come on stage, stepping on the bones and blood, and climbing to the throne overlooking all living beings.

In such an era, as a socialist four-good young man with ideals, morality, culture and discipline, how could he devote himself to this vigorous era without the greatest enthusiasm?

Well, he is not a person from this time and space.

Of course, it is definitely not a person from this time and space.

How could a person in this time and space be sitting on a European Bison hovercraft, carrying a beautiful soldier with a FN2000, Fenghe Industrial Type 64 automatic rifle, and a beautiful soldier of robots.

Yes, all his men, whether they are bodyguards wearing camouflage shorts T-shirts and horse boots, or soldiers wearing full sets of field camouflages, or even soldiers equipped with bulletproof vests, are not a real human being, all humanoid robots and highly humanoid robots. In addition to the bones, brain, nervous system, and visual and auditory system, the rest are all organs similar to human cells, and even simplified internal organs that can convert and replenish energy through eating without energy supply.

But he is not an alien visitor. He comes from another person exactly like here, but it is eighty years later.

He is a time traveler, and strictly speaking, he is a time traveler who was kidnapped.

"Yuan, Master Yuan, our constitution has been formulated."

His prefect Yingtian came over with three members of Congress, carefully handed over a few pieces of letter paper and said.

"Um!"

Yang Feng took it casually, looked at the first one and said with satisfaction: "Yes, I can't see that you have such profound knowledge. After the destruction of Jiannu Zhen, those so-called elite scholars have not produced anything for decades have been discussed in one night. If our nation had already had this efficiency, it would not have fallen to this point. In fact, this thing is not difficult. As long as you abide by it seriously, even a group of old farmers who discussed it can be regarded as a constitution. If it is used as a foot cloth, it will be brought together all the legal experts in the world, and what is formulated is also meaningless."

The Minister Zeng and his wife quickly agreed with a smile.

Article 1 of the Constitution of the Ming Empire, which was negotiated overnight: "The head of state is the supreme leader of the lifelong country and the supreme commander of the lifelong armed forces. He has the power to appoint cabinet and convene parliament, has the power to declare war and reconcile the peace, and has..."

In short, he has almost all the power like the ancient emperors.

Anyway, for these members of Congress, the main task now is to make him happy and make fun of him.

In their eyes, this Ming Empire was just a joke. It was too late to wait until they knew it was not a joke, so they had to spend their whole life trying to get out the power they should have obtained from the guy in front of them. The tragic thing is that they could not live longer than this guy.

Yang Feng then stretched out his hand, and a personal bodyguard next to him immediately handed him a map.

These robots have the ability to receive his brain waves. He only needs one idea. All 200 robots will immediately know his intentions. Then these robots, which are also connected to each other, will complete the calculations in an instant, and everyone will make the simplest and most effective solutions based on their respective positions to cooperate with each other to complete his commands.

"Next I need to leave. After I leave, I will leave a hundred soldiers to be stationed here. You must collect all the labor force in each county, and they will direct them to level a piece of land in this position, and build a road from the sea to there. In short, you can do whatever they want you to do. Also, you should be able to buy cement and other building materials here, right?"

"This one has to go to Yamaguchi or Temasek, and it is not easy to buy now. It is all military supplies in the hands of the Japanese." said a member of parliament.

This man is a local businessman and has a small steamer in his hand. He was originally requisitioned by the Japanese army, but Yang Feng returned it to him after he came.

"Think of a solution, the Japanese will surrender soon. At this time, the logistics management is not so strict. Anyway, they are all British after surrender. Moreover, they will have to arrive for a while after they surrender. During this period, they may be able to sell everything if they have money. In short, they find a way to get a sufficient amount of cement, not only cement, but also steel bars, and construction workers. Construction workers must be Chinese in this regard, and the more, the better."

"Do you want to?"

"It's very simple. I want to build a large airport and port here. The real port is not your small terminal, which can be docked at a 10,000-ton ship. You can directly withdraw the funds for purchasing materials and hiring workers. In addition, some of them will follow you to purchase them, and all these things will be left to you. As for you, you are responsible for the construction of migrant workers on the island. Of course, the wages will not be less than theirs." Yang Feng said to Zeng Fuyin and others.

Zeng Fuyin and others quickly agreed, they were not fools. They had long seen that this guy had no idea of ​​money at all, and they were just gold bars when they took action. They would never have to worry about money when they followed him. If they knew where Yang Feng's gold bars came from, they would not have considered this issue.

"I have to get some gold. Unfortunately, there is no space crack in the Fed's underground vault. If there are space cracks in it, it will be inexhaustible. I will no longer have to rob the gold shops all over the world like now."

The Head of State shook his head with regret while walking into the European Bison's hatch surrounded by beautiful bodyguards.

Well, his gold and hovercraft, trucks, arms, and the set of high-power short-wave transmitters on the top of the mountain were all looted from the original earth.

As for how he did it, this is very simple...

On the open sea fifty kilometers away from Anbuna Island, with the arrival of the European Bison Hovercraft, an oval twisted light of three kilometers in length appeared, and then the light slowly faded from the middle to both sides. As the light faded, a giant black spacecraft with extremely sci-fi shape suddenly floated at a height less than one meter from the sea.
Chapter completed!