Only one-third of these volunteers who established freedom for the people of Java ended up walking out of the sea of ​​blood in front of the barricade. As for the rest...

Uh, their will is too unstable.

"Hmph, a group of idiots who are stupid to read books!"

Han Xu looked at the greenhouse girls who were helped back with contempt.

In the next few days, the British and Indian troops and Javanese continued to fight bloody melee in the city, while Chinatown was as safe as a quiet harbor in the storm. Even the British bombers and naval guns deliberately avoided this area.

They also had to do so. After all, the Kaohsiung on the sea is not easy to mess with. Although Major General Mance is confident that Yang Feng is not so bold, things on the battlefield are never absolute. If the shells really hit Chinatown, what if the young sailors on the Kaohsiung get angry and fire directly at the five British warships? They are light cruisers and destroyers. No matter how bad the Kaohsiung is, it is a genuine heavy patrol of one level higher. Its 203mm main gun cannot be resisted by one or two levels of warships.

And Javanese...

They were all beaten by the British and Indian troops, so they had no courage to provoke the Ming army again.

What's more, the Kaohsiung is also pressing on their heads like a mountain.

"Miaogao?"

At Temasek Cathay Building, Lord Mountbatten, the Supreme Commander of the Allied Southeast Asian War Zone, looked at Yang Feng in shock.

Temasek now implements military control, and he also serves as the head of the Military Control Commission, the daughter of a good friend, Times reporter Evelyn brought him a strange guest from Anbuna Island.

Yang Feng, head of the Ming Empire.

"Yes, Lord, I hope to buy Miao Gao Ji. This warship is useless to you anymore. She doesn't even have the main gun. I think you are probably ready to drag her to somewhere in the Strait of Malacca and then sank it to the fishes to settle their homes? Since that's the case, why not sell me more than 10,000 tons of steel? I bought it at the price of scrap iron. You can dismantle the remaining cannons in advance, and I am not planning to drag her back as a warship. Although I have repaired Kaohsiung Ji, the project to repair Miao Gao Ji is too large, and even if I have repaired, I have no soldiers to drive her."

Yang Feng said with a frank smile.

"Then what do you buy it for?"

"It's very simple. I'll drag her to Anbuna Island, find a place to moor, then remove her transmission system and install a generator set. She has a steam turbine of 130,000 horses, which is enough for me to use electricity in the short term."

Yang Feng said.

Well, he is planning to do this. It is very troublesome to build a thermal power plant on land. Even if he starts now, it will be difficult to generate electricity within two years. But if he drags Miaogaoji back, removes the gearbox propeller, and directly adds a generator set behind the turbine. A 130,000-horsepower turbine is about a thermal power plant of 100 megawatts, and it will be more than enough to supply his Ming Empire's electricity power in the short term.

The key is that this power plant does not require any infrastructure, does not require planning and design, does not require factory buildings, does not require huge chimneys, does not require...

In short, there is no need to drag all kinds of messy things to the Voyager. You can empty the inside in one night and assemble the generator. The rest is just a job of raising cables and transformers. In less than two months, he can power the planned industrial area.

Lord Mountbatten was hesitating. This was a good business. Miao Gao Ji was indeed planning to sank the Strait of Malacca. This heavy cruiser had no meaning in repairing it. The British Navy did not need her. No one wanted it when it was sold to a ship dismantling company. Because it had to be towed to Europe for dismantling, the little scrap iron money sold was not enough to tug the boat and dismantling costs. Staying in Temasek and occupying berths, dragging it out to sank is the most reasonable way to deal with it. If it could be sold directly, it would be extremely cost-effective even if it was sold as scrap iron.

But Yang Feng's identity...

"Lord, you should know that I am entrusting Evelyn to sell a movie to your country's publisher, right?"

Yang Feng said.

Mountbatten nodded. He also watched the five-minute clip of "The Legend of the Condor Heroes", and he also thought it would be a very popular movie.

"I want to sell more than one kind of things to your businessmen. Of course, my ultimate destination is not Europe. As for your current situation, it is really hard to be interested in making money from you. My goal is the United States."

Yang Feng said as he signaled to the bodyguard next to him, who placed the cardboard box she had been holding on the coffee table beside him and opened it.

“The first type is highly effective herbicide.

There should be two types. One is the soil treatment agent before sowing or germination. The soil treated by it will not grow in any grass. The other is the herbicide, which directly kills all weeds. American farmers will love this thing. We can find a piece of grass to test it later."

Yang Feng took out a bottle of glyphosate and a bottle of acetochlor and put it on the coffee table. Before Mountbatton could wake up, he said, "The second type is medicine.

There should be two types of them. The first type is asthma spray. How many people die from sudden asthma? Especially in the turbid fog in London, I think you should have seen a tragedy in which a respected gentleman suddenly grabbed his throat and fell down before he could be sent to the hospital.

Well, with this, there is no need to spray it. He can discuss horse racing with you again in the next moment."

Yang Feng said as he took Vantorin spray and sprayed the air.

At this time, Mountbatten's eyes had already shined.

"The other is the gospel of men. I would like to explain it carefully, so I don't need to do it. In short, if you are interested, you might as well try it yourself. Whoever uses this thing will know."

Yang Feng took out another bottle of small blue medicine and threw it directly to Mountbatten.

“The third type, or the third type.

Seeds, high-yield seeds, corn and soybeans, when using glyphosate to weed, it is easy to kill crops and weeds together due to improper operation, but these seeds will not be used. They are not afraid of glyphosate, and they yield higher than ordinary seeds, and even bugs don’t like to eat them.

Of course they also have a problem.

We can only plant one crop. Farmers should not expect to keep the seeds themselves. If they want to plant them, they must buy seeds again. We are businessmen, not philanthropists.

There are only three types in total. If you are interested, you can invite your businessmen on your behalf. I will hold a bidding meeting on Anbuna Island, which is only for your businessmen. In the future, they will represent the distribution rights of these things in Europe and the United States. We will discuss a price distribution method that both parties can accept. Your businessmen are responsible for the sales, I am responsible for the supply, and we will make a fortune together."

Yang Feng said.

"No problem, I'm very happy to serve." Mountbatten said without hesitation.

Of course he welcomes such good things. If these things are really as Yang Feng said, then they can be called a money printing machine, and it is a dollar printing machine, especially pesticides and seeds. If it is so magical, it can be said that it will drive American farmers crazy. The continuous flow of dollars will flow to Britain. Now Britain lacks the most. Moreover, this can gradually control American agriculture and influence the political direction of the United States through tens of millions of farmers. It can be said that both national strategies and economic interests are beneficial to Britain.

Of course, he ignored the British merchants for the time being, and Yang Feng was also controlled by the hands of them.

Perhaps he didn't take it seriously because there were scientists from Britain.

But he didn't know that none of these things could be achieved by current technology. Glyphosate and acetolac were launched thirty years later in the mid-1970s, and the Americans conducted sufficient tests on the Annan battlefield with Agent Orange. Vantorin was also launched by Glaxo in the 1970s. Not to mention the small blue medicine and genetically modified seeds, it was all half a century later. It would be too amazing to be able to copy it now.

"Lord, I have other conditions." Yang Feng looked at Mountbatten and said with a smile.

"Miaogao? There is no problem. As long as it is not arms, it is commercial freedom for you to buy anything." Mountbatten said with a smile.

"No, you were wrong. What I want to buy is arms." Yang Feng said.

Mountbatten looked at him deeply.

"Lord, I can sell these things through any European country, Gaul, Jisbania, Nordic countries, Switzerland, even Prussia and the Netherlands, so why do I have to choose Britain?

If I want me to hand over such a good business to your businessmen, your country must give me some things I need.

First of all, in the Japanese ammunition depot you received, all the ammunitions that Kaohsiung Ji need to be sold to me. Second, I must sell a batch of aircraft to me, and the latest Lincoln-style bombers, if the lease bill does not prohibit it, I will sell the same number of Mustang fighters. In addition, I also need a batch of warships, cruisers, destroyers, and even aircraft carriers, as well as large tank landing ships. If you don’t mind, you can even sell the tanks to me."

"Yang, this is simply impossible. We cannot sell any arms to a country we do not recognize." Mountbatten said with a serious face.

"Isn't it enough for you to admit the Ming Empire?" Yang Feng said.

"this…"

"The problem between us now is nothing more than the sovereignty of Anbuna Island, but this is a dispute between me and the Netherlands. If you come forward and invite the Netherlands to sit down and negotiate with me, do you think this issue will be resolved successfully?

I have always respected Queen William Minna, just like my respect for His Majesty George VI. If this territorial dispute of 3,000 square kilometers is perfectly resolved, maybe I will give Queen William Minna some small gifts. My ancestors finally escaped from the pursuit of the enemy with the help of the Netherlands, so both I and the Ming Empire are very happy to re-establish friendship with the Netherlands."

Yang Feng said lightly.
Chapter completed!