Mahathir left in a hurry with excitement, and Yang Feng smiled happily as he looked at his back.

This is so great that they can kill each other. They only need to provide some weapons and funds. Anyway, as long as the Chinese are not dead, they can kill them anyway. Now they are provoking witches and Javanese to kill each other. After cleaning up the Javanese from West Borneo, it is nothing more than a copy of the Red Bowl incident and provoking the Dayak headhunter to come out to kill the witches. In short, they kill and kill, and as they kill, they will become little fish that Chinese can handle at will.

In fact, there are many conflicts among all ethnic groups on the East Indies, and the modern Republic of Java was completely defeated by force.

In 1950, the Southern Maluku Republic was established and was suppressed by the Javanese people. The guerrilla warfare lasted until 1962. However, the Namoluca Republic, which was in exile in the Netherlands, often appeared until the 21st century. In 1953, the Yaqi movement began again. In 1976, the guerrilla warfare continued until the end of the tsunami of the Indian Ocean to destroy the Yaqi. As for the matter of East Timor, everyone knows.

It is too easy to provoke some war on such a contradictory land.

Yang Feng, who had just finished playing the role of the little devil, then rubbed his face hard and turned around to play another completely different role.

"How about it?"

The guy walked into the box with a smile, sat beside Evelyn and asked, "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been finished yet, but it is coming to an end.

Just like a little girl who was fascinated by the sight, she took off her shoes and sat on the sofa with her knees in her arms. Then she came to her senses. Then her pretty face turned red and she quickly put on her shoes and said, "Haint Master, this is the best animated movie I have ever seen since Snow White. And if we talk about technology, it is obviously far better than Snow White. I even suspect that Disney is now capable of shooting the same thing."

"Of course, this is what Disney launched five years later, okay?" Yang Feng said in his heart. Of course, he said something else: "Since that's the case, are you interested in letting all children in Europe see it?"

"No problem, this is what I want to do." Evelyn nodded quickly and said.

"Okay, then I will teach you the promotion of this movie. If you are interested, how about being a European agent of my film company? I don't have this movie. I will share the profits of one movie when the time comes," Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Really? Then I'm not polite." Evelyn said with a pretty smile.

"Of course it's true, so I'll send her to go back with you with a piece of film, so that it will also facilitate your publicity." Yang Feng said, pointing to a beautiful bodyguard beside him.

"Don't look at me with such eyes. They are not my beauties. They are all orphans adopted by my parents."

In Evelyn's fun gaze, Yang Feng continued.

In fact, his group of beautiful robot bodyguards, in various versions of legends, were regarded as his beauties, and it aroused unanimous indignation from all men who had heard the legend. Two hundred beautiful girls with tall, long and pretty legs surrounded by a man. This kind of scene is indeed angering when men think about it.

It's a pity that Yang Yuan had no idea of ​​the taste of meat for almost half a year. He was even more unfair than Dou E.

"But there is another thing. Can you help me make her British nationality?" Yang Feng said again.

"It's not easy to do!" Evelyn said in embarrassment.

"It's not difficult, right? Look at how many Britons died in prison camps during the Japanese occupation. In the end, there were no bones left? Among these people, there must be many Chinese of British nationality. You just need to find a few witnesses among the rescued Britons to prove that she is one of the British people who were unfortunately killed in their families. Isn't this problem solved? It's just to spend some money. Now Britain urgently needs a large amount of funds to rebuild its home. If this movie can be sold well in Europe or even landed in America, how many people in Britain will benefit from it?" Yang Feng said temptingly.

This is easy to operate. This little girl is just too simple to make a turn.

How many British prisoners of war were buried on both sides of the Thai-Myanmar Railway? How many of their families, especially those young women, were fed to death by the Japanese army? The identities of these people are simply unverified.

Especially those children, it can be said that one out of ten can survive the Japanese army. I bought a few surviving British people for my bodyguard and let them bite them to death. This is the daughter of a British victim whose whole family died in a concentration camp. Is this difficult?

As for the daily behavior of robots, it is difficult to be like real humans, it is not worth mentioning. Girls like her are still in the hands of the Japanese army. There is nothing to be surprised about if they are a little abnormal.

"Okay, I'll give it a try," Evelyn said, biting her lip.

"By the way, what's her name?"

"Uh, what's your name?" Yang Feng turned around and asked.

"Qingyi." The beautiful bodyguard replied expressionlessly.

Well, Yang Feng's two hundred beautiful robots are numbered in colors and numbers, red, orange, yellow, green, black, blue, purple, blue, pink and white, each color is followed by a number of one to twenty.

"She is Yang Qingyi, but this name is just a Chinese name. As for the English name, it may be determined according to the situation." Yang Feng said to Evelyn.

Evelyn nodded.

If Yang Feng used the method mentioned by him to obtain British nationality for Yang Qingyi, she would definitely find a documented identity for her to use in the church. This really depends on the situation.

In fact, she also knew that this was not difficult. As a large number of prisoners of war were rescued from concentration camps in various places, verification of their identities and dead people was underway. There were hundreds of thousands of British people living here. It was easy to fill a list of survivors with just a little money.

"Well, can you give me that song?" After discussing the issue, she suddenly said weakly.

"Which song? Ah, you said that cassette is not important to give it to you, but the problem is that I can't put it in. I only have two audio speakers here. I just invented it, so I made two, one for the radio station, and one for myself. Let's do this. In a few days, I will find time to make another one, so that Qingyi can get Britain to apply for a patent. If I can apply, I will invest in a factory in Britain, directly produce it on a large scale and then sell it on the market."

Yang Feng said.

This is the purpose of his goal to get Yang Qingyi a British nationality.

His identity is now special. At least before the Ming Empire was recognized by the international community, he still had no nationality, so there would be no law in any country that would protect him. His identity as the head of the Ming Empire did not allow him to have other nationalities, so it would be difficult for him to penetrate into other countries.

But if his robot bodyguard has the nationality of major countries, this problem can be easily solved. Not only British nationality, but also American countries, Gaul, and Prussia, have to send their own people.

How could Evelyn know this? After expressing her surprise at Yang Feng's scientific talent, she then asked this guy to replay "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" and went out with him after watching it. On the beach where the sea breeze blows and the coconut forest sways, she drank the drinks produced seventy years later and ate a seafood meal. She happily chatted for more than an hour on the boat she sent her back to Temasek.

"Hissergeant, the Head of State..." Evelyn, who was about to board the ship, turned around and said.

"Just call me Yang Feng."

"Well, Yang Feng, thank you for your hospitality. Do you know? Before coming, I never thought that I would miss this wonderful day on such an island, on a small island that is as beautiful as you call it, and a real gentleman, a Chinese who can discuss literature, art, and even philosophy and science with me."

Evelyn hugged him gently, then kissed his face sincerely, then waved goodbye to the little steamer waiting.

At the same time, in the distant Surabaya, Java Island, hundreds of women and children dressed like skeletons were walking on the stone road full of rain to the dock. Due to extreme malnutrition, many people even had to support each other. On both sides of them, dozens of fully armed British and Indian soldiers were lined up to guard with Li Enfield rifles.

These are the Dutch people who have just been released from the Japanese concentration camp.

Because of the complex situation on Java Island, in order to ensure the safety of these women and children, they must be sent to the relatively safe Temasek as soon as possible, and then wait for the merchant ships to return to Europe. As for the Dutch men who were also rescued, they need to stay and restore their rule here for Her Majesty.

Although the 49th Brigade of the 23rd Division of the British and Indian Army has landed, a huge army composed of 20,000 Java People's Security Army and 120,000 militias are also gathering around the city from all over Java.

In fact, the firefighting began a week ago.

On October 19, several newly rescued prisoners of the Netherlands raised the national flag of the Yamato Hotel where they were placed, but then a large number of Javanese rushed in, removed the flag again, and then replaced them with their red and white flags. When a Dutch officer from the advance team went to question, he was shot and killed by the Javanese.

In such a situation, it is certainly impossible to have no escorts from these women and children.

However, the British and Indian soldiers who were guarding them had severely lacked the necessary vigilance and chatted with each other casually without thinking that there would be any danger.

"Lieutenant, why do I feel the atmosphere around me is wrong?"

An older Indian soldier looked at the empty streets while walking, and then carefully said to the officer leading the team.

The latter smiled proudly, pointed to the hat badge on his head and said, "Modi, you are too sensitive. We are British."

"Secretly, enemy attack!"

Almost at the same time, Modi let out a heart-wrenching scream.

In the buildings on both sides of the street, countless black muzzles suddenly stretched out.

(Thanks to book friend chtong210029, Yi Ge Yi Bo Yuntian, Cobra 1's reward. As for the update speed issue, I have no manuscript saved.)
Chapter completed!