Of course, Yang Feng would not know that Nehru was stretching out his enthusiastic hands to Stalin as he expected. He was happily signing treaties, agreements and other things in Shillong.

For example, explain the Afghan security treaty, the Impal Air Force Base Lease Agreement, and the Mina Free Trade Agreement

In short, I signed several such things next time.

Although the Republic of Assam is currently only a self-dominated Commonwealth, it was just a temporary transitional stage before the constitution was implemented. The Assam government already had independent diplomacy and was recognized by the international community as a sovereign state. It was completely unnecessary to obtain permission from the British government to sign such things.

"His Excellency Prime Minister, our friendship has opened a new page."

At the cocktail party after signing, Yang Feng raised his glass and said to Moran.

"His Excellency, Cheers to our future."

Moran smiled humbly.

According to these treaties and agreements, the Ming Empire obtained the right to garrison in Assam. Of course, they would also help Assam establish a defense force with sufficient combat effectiveness, but the wartime command of this defense force belongs to the coalition command. As for the base, scale, status and other details of the Amin Army stationed in Assam, I will not elaborate on it one by one. Anyway, it is only possible to follow the standards of the US military stationed in Japan. The most important of them are the air base in Impal and the army base in the Upper Assam region in the north, which is the main oil-producing area.

There is no limit on the number of troops garrisons in these two major bases. In fact, the Assams hope that the more troops, the better. Whether they will not be annexed by India in the future depends entirely on Yang Feng's troops.

In addition, there is the free trade agreement between the two countries. The most important one here is mutual exemption of tariffs. The Ming Empire's goods from origin do not need to pay tariffs when entering Assam, and the Assam's goods from origin do not need to pay tariffs when entering the Ming Empire.

However, the latter has no other exportable items except selling some tea. The former's industrial products can rush in like a flood that opens the gate. After the oil field is developed on a large scale, more Chinese people will definitely come here to invest. Without tariff barriers, the two countries will gradually integrate economically. Over time, this will basically be equivalent to an autonomous region of the Ming Empire.

At that time, they still established a country, and it was no longer important to Yang Feng.

More importantly, Assam's acquisition made him truly have a bridgehead for invading the Asian continent, and no longer limited to being the island owner in one corner. He was not only focused on India, but also on the other side of Hongshawadi.

“The economic situation in your country is very worrying”

Yang Feng said while drinking Assam black tea.

"Your Excellency, this is what we look like here. We basically have nothing except black tea. Apart from the banks of the Brahmaputra River, other places are forests and forests. Just like the Cassians near Shillong, they are even in a matriarchal society. What we are most concerned about now is not the economic development issue. It is the question of whether the people can have enough food."

Moran said awkwardly.

Of course, he knew that Chief Yang would not study this issue for no reason.

"It's good that I'm here. Ming and Assam are like brothers. I can still watch you continue to suffer from poverty. But if you want to be rich, build roads first. Without good transportation infrastructure, this economy is difficult to develop. The Imperial Bank of Ming Dynasty can provide you with a loan. First, repair several major roads. For example, from Chittagong to Impal, from Impal to Upper Assam, and the Stilwell Highway. We also need to rebuild it. Wherever there are conditions, we will directly change it to hardened roads. There is such a major transportation artery that runs through the entire Assam from the port, and we are worried that the economy will not be able to develop."

Yang Feng waved his hand heroically and said, as generous as the leaders of the country who decided to assist in the construction of African niggers.

He did not do it for Assam's economic development. He wanted to transport arms from Chittagong to Mizhi in the future. Now he had to make arrangements for 1949 years in advance. Even if Li Zongren and Longyun did not follow his plan, they would have to get it there. Not to mention that the other few jade pits are worth taking, let alone Li Mi and his group of people.

There is such a highway where there is no problem with having hundreds of thousands of thugs. The fighter jets at Impal Air Force Base can cover the entire Hongshawaddy and even the northern part of Laos within the combat radius, echoing the fighter jets taken off on Anbuna Island, and covering almost the entire Indochina Peninsula without dead corners.

No advanced fighter jets are needed, the Mustang he now uses can do this.

This is his main purpose of laying out Assam.

Of course Molan would not know so much. His lips were trembling with excitement now. He was about to say something grateful, but Yang Feng reached out to stop him.

"Your Excellency, you need to be polite. Since we are friends, we naturally have to look like friends. But we must first solve the current problem. What I want to know is, what is the bottom line of this war? Should you concentrate your efforts now and regain the land occupied by the Indians, or to raise your energy to take over the future. If it is the former, the help I can provide is the current one. You also know that my focus is not here, and my army is not large. The rebels on Java Island are my main enemy.

So your country must mobilize more troops, of course I will help you solve the problem of weapons and ammunition.

If you take pictures and show them later, then you might as well try to contact the Indians and see where their bottom line is.”

Yang Feng said.

Moran smiled bitterly and mobilized more troops. Wherever he went to mobilize to Assam, there were only a few million people. The trouble was a lot less. There was still a large part of the remaining semi-primitive people who didn't care about who ruled him. He worked hard to raise more than 100,000 young and middle-aged people, which was not enough for the Indians to drown each one.

Judging from the current situation, it is difficult to regain the land occupied by the Indians or occupied by the Assam People's Self-Defense Forces on the north bank of the river. As long as they no longer gain a stubborn attitude, he will be very satisfied.

"Hissergeant, let's get in touch first."

He said.

Yang Feng nodded with satisfaction.

At the same time, Moran winked at a subordinate next to him, who left with understanding. Then he and Yang Feng began to chat about Assam's customs and culture. They were chatting, and suddenly a tender voice interrupted them: "Host of the First Nations, are you really writing this book?"

Yang Feng raised his head and stood in front of him a pair of girls in Western long skirts. They looked mixed-race, very mixed-race. After multiple gene complements, their little faces looked delicate and picturesque, and they were twins. They were a mouth-watering age, especially those two small waists, which made people feel a desire to hold them in their hands and hold them hard.

Of course, if you do something from behind when you pinch it in your hand, you can be said to be dead without regrets.

Among them, the one who spoke was holding a collection of Yang Feng's poems that had just been published in Europe, looking at him with innocent eyes, and a hint of childishness appeared on her face, while the other had a cold expression, like a holy goddess, looking at the lily in her hand as if no one was around.

"Of course, that's the voice of my heart."

Yang Feng said with a happy smile.

"But my sister and I don't understand some things. Can you explain them to us?"

The latter was like a simple middle school student, holding the poetry collection in front of him and talking in anticipation.

"This is Miss Carriel, Dela Carriel, her sister Mina Carriel. Their sisters are the most famous dance artists in Kolkata and are from a famous family. Their father was once a colonel of the Royal Army of India, but unfortunately died in Malaya."

Moran hurriedly introduced next to him.

"Ah, I like Tianzhu dance the most, especially with that music, which is simply obsessed. Why don't we do a exchange and find a quiet place to explain my poetry collection to you, and you dance a dance for me in exchange."

Yang Feng stood up and said with a smile.

Artist, he likes artists the most, especially dance artists, singing artists, performing artists, etc.

Of course, it must be a young female artist.

Well, this exchange is very fair and reasonable. Then they went to have an artistic exchange together. Just as Yang Feng used the voice of his soul and the water snake-like body of the pair of sisters to conduct artistic exchanges on the bed, the distant New Delhi, Nehru and the Consul General of the Soviet Union in New Delhi were also underway.

Exchange of friendship.

"Prime Minister, Tianzhu is originally a country, and the British forced you to divide you into three parts. This despicable method is nothing more than fear that the unity of Tianzhu will completely lose control of this land. It can be said that your current situation is entirely caused by them, and your country's actions to fight for national unity are completely just. Comrade Stalin and the Soviet people are very willing to provide you with help.

We are not imperialists, and we do not need any additional conditions, and are completely selfless help."

The Soviet consul said righteously.

"Your Consul, I am very grateful to Chairman Stalin and the people of your country. The people of India will always cherish this friendship. If possible, I also hope to visit the great Soviet Union and offer our people of India to Chairman Stalin."

Nehru hurriedly said.

"Of course, we welcome you to Moscow at any time."

The Soviet consul said with a smile.

"Prime Minister, will they help us?"

After leaving the consulate, Colonel Caul hurriedly asked.

"It doesn't matter whether they will help us, what's important is that some people don't want us to interact with the Soviets."
Chapter completed!