He was not interested in talking, and the meal was boring. After chatting about something that was not nutritious, Lao Chen said goodbye to his granddaughter and left.

For Yang Feng, he is not a person who needs to be particularly concerned about.

He is indeed the Chinese leader of Temasek, but he is not the only Chinese leader here. He is a new guest. The Littlemen will not pay attention to him. However, the Babas are very interested in the head of state, although they only recognize Yang Feng as the Marquis of Xiongwu. Moreover, among the new guest, Lao Chen is also non-mainstream, and the mainstream is more willing to be under the protection of the British, such as Harry. After all, they think it is reliable, but the British army surrendered almost without fighting, which really hurts the hearts of these people, so now they are more swaying towards the bald man.

As for what Lao Chen likes...

Who would like to let Malays divide their plantations?

Rubber, tin ore, rice industry…

Which of the lifelines of Malayan economy is not in the hands of Chinese people? In the hands of Lao Chen, the rubber plantation area reached 60 square kilometers at its peak!

"This is a matter of principle."

Yang Feng said with emotion.

"Master, Sishui is in urgent need!"

At this moment, the robot bodyguard behind him said.

Si Shui.

In front of the barricades in Chinatown, among the dead bodies that were already emitting a strong smell, countless Javanese people waving Balan swords and bamboo spears, shaking the defense line of the Ming army like a surging tide.

"Hold on, hold on!"

Amid the flames of the grenade launcher grenade explosion, Han Xu, who was holding two M9 submachine guns, roared. On both sides of him, eighty Ming soldiers were lying behind the sandbags with a single-shot automatic rifle, calmly pulling the trigger. Among them, six Type 62 squad machine guns were spraying out blazing flames.

The Javanese were defeated.

More than 100,000 rabies scattered under the attack of the British and Indian army, but nearly 10,000 chaotic troops chose the retreat route in Chinatown. Their target was obvious. Before escaping this city, they finally made another fuck. They didn't want to mess with the Ming army before, but now no one cares about this. Under the squeeze of the British and Indian army, these hungry wolves tempted by the wealth of the Chinese were all staring blood red. They had only one target, breaking through the thin line of defense of the Ming army like a flood, then looting all the wealth in this most prosperous city, and then fleeing from Sishui and hiding in the mountains and forests to taste their harvest.

But unfortunately, just a few thin barricades blocked them like iron walls.

The narrow streets, the firepower advantages of fully automatic weapons, have long been arranged to defend the Ming army, giving the Ming army the greatest advantage. In the fire nets woven by machine guns and automatic rifles, the Javanese who were rushing like a tide were constantly piled up corpses.

But the number of soldiers in the Ming Dynasty was too small.

Moreover, they also fell from time to time. After all, their enemies were not only balan knives and bamboo spears. Behind the cannon fodder that charged in the front, there were a large number of elite Java army armed with Japanese equipment. These people not only had rifles, machine guns, but also grenade launchers. Amid the whistling of bullets and the explosion of grenades, the Ming army soldiers were getting fewer and fewer.

"hurry up!"

Han Xu pushed away a sacrificed machine gunner, poured bullets to the opposite side, and shouted at the back of a sandbag not far away, a soldier carrying a radio station.

The latter is reporting coordinates to Kaohsiung.

"Captain, they said it's too close to us and it's easy to hurt us by chance." He shouted immediately.

"Fuck, if they don't fire, we will die, fire!"

Han Xu roared.

Indeed, their advantage is firepower, but without supplies, they can't last long. Once there are no bullets, this little person can't stop thousands of Javanese people no matter what.

The correspondent soldier hurriedly confirmed with the Kaohsiung.

On the sea a few kilometers away, Kaohsiung Ji, who was facing Sierra, was lit on the starboard side. Ten 203mm main guns slowly raised their heads. On a British warship not far away, the sailors were spraying with blazing flames.

More than five hundred years later, the Chinese warships finally roared the roar of a dragon on this sea again.

The scorching shells tore the air with a harsh whistling sound, and they streaked across the blood-red background in the evening like ten meteors.

In front of Chinatown of Sishui, a Javanese officer waving a pistol and urging his subordinates to attack seemed to sense something, and turned his eyes blankly to the left. Almost at the same time, the front of him turned red, and at this time, the late whistling sound had just reached his ears.

He screamed in horror subconsciously, but just as the scream sounded, his body flew up, and before he lost consciousness, he even saw how his limbs left his body.

And at this moment, the same nine huge fire balls also exploded among the tide-like Javanese. Just like the water hit by rocks, the flames and explosions spread wildly around each other. Wherever they went, they wiped everything on the ground like a giant hand of a god. Whether it was human or a building, everything turned into powder before this terrifying power.

Javanese stupid.

Similarly, the Ming army opposite them was also stupid.

"Damn it, so cruel!"

Han Xu looked at the opposite side with a dumbfounded look. In the middle of the enemy, there was a blank space below each smoke column. Everything there had disappeared, leaving only a diffuse ruin. This round of artillery bombardment made at least half of the enemy of the battalion disappear directly in front of him.

At this moment, the communication soldier beside him had a sound of confirming the results of the battle on the Kaohsiung. The communication soldier, who was in a state of distractedness, suddenly woke up and quickly picked up the microphone.

A few seconds later.

Before the frightened Javanese woke up, the second round of shells fell.

"I like these guys more and more."

In the British and Indian Army Command, Major General Mance looked at the raging fire in the distance with interest, and said to the chief of staff beside him with a smile.

"Do we let Colonel Thomas stand up?" said the Chief of Staff with malicious intentions.

"No, step up the attack. Our Supreme Commander is in Temasek for banquets with their heads of state. If something happens here, the Lord will be embarrassed. Ah, don't forget to keep in touch with their warships. If an accidental injury occurs, it will also affect the harmonious atmosphere there."

Major General Mance said.

"Governor General, the Anbuna Islands belong to our Ming Empire, there is no doubt that this is the Jiannu who stole the country or the Minhua in the north now, in any way, has not admitted that it belongs to you. So you stole it. Since it was stolen, then as the masters, we will certainly take it back. Since we have already taken it back, of course no one will be allowed to snatch him away."

At a private reception held in Mountbatten, Yang Feng said to Van Mok, the Governor of the East Indian Colony of the Netherlands, who was also invited.

"Your Mightiness…"

Fan Mok was about to speak, but was interrupted by Yang Feng.

"Governor General, you don't have to use meaningless diplomatic rhetoric, nor do you have to give out all the reasons you think there belongs to the Netherlands. I am not a diplomat, and we don't have to waste time in this regard. If you have the ability to take it back, I have no complaints, but if you don't have the ability to take it back, then I might as well find some time to sit down and find a solution to the problem in the most honest way." Yang Feng said lightly.

"Okay, I think it's really not suitable to talk about this kind of issue here," Van Mok said with a shrugging.

As for the snatch back, he didn't even mention it. Before that, Mountbatten had already told him Yang Feng's plan. Obviously, this was the best solution for the Netherlands government. After all, that small island had almost no value to them, and now it was just a reasonable price.

"Yang, this is Mr. William Caesar."

Mountbatten walked over with a smile and pointed at the middle-aged man with him.

“He is interested in that kind of medicine you have.”

Then he added.

This guy seemed to have been impressed by the power of the bottle of small blue medicine and couldn't wait to sell it to Jardine. As for Mountbatten's identity, he definitely couldn't sell this thing himself. As for how many Jardine shares he has, it's hard for anyone to know.

"Mr. Caesar, hasn't Yard moved back to Shanghai yet?" Yang Feng and the senior team of the Yards foreign company asked while shook hands.

"It may take some time to do this. After all, the war there is very serious damage, and the current situation in China is difficult to reassure investors. Maybe we will consider it for a while." William Caesar said.

"It does need to be carefully considered. In fact, I am pessimistic about the peace there. I don't think that the two sides will be peaceful. Perhaps the war there will be rekindled in less than two years." Yang Feng said.

"Yang, why are you so sure? You should know that the international community is mediating now, hoping that they can end the differences and eventually form a Westernized two-party coalition government. Judging from the current performance of both sides, no matter which side is in good faith," Mountbatten asked curiously.

"That's impossible, Lord, that's just for deceiving people. The coalition government is a joke. Will you cooperate with someone who almost killed all of your relatives? Will a person with eight million troops let a person with one million troops share his power? They are just preparing for the final battle under the guise of peace. After all, they are not ready yet." Yang Feng said.

"That might not be a bad thing. We can solve all problems once and for all. I don't like doing business with the Social Labor Party." William Caesar said, shrugging.

"Mr. Caesar, you are wrong. You'd better learn to do business with them in the future, because they are the winners." Yang Feng said with a smile.
Chapter completed!