After fooling Sang Yuanjun, Yang Feng then found the boss Liu from Huaji. The latter still had the bag of gold coins in his arms. When he heard the summoning of Xiongwu Hou, he immediately shook his tail and rushed over.

As for the rest, they studied it themselves. Although Boss Liu was still a little nervous about helping the Japanese, after all, the Chinese in Temasek hated the Japanese to the core. However, since it was entrusted by the Marquis, if you understand it, you must execute it, and if you don’t understand it, you must execute it.

In fact, this job is not difficult. All the Japanese troops who surrendered and handed over their weapons were not locked in prison like they were prisoners, but continued to follow the system and stayed in the original barracks under the leadership of their respective commanders waiting for ships to be picked up by the country. In 46 years, Japan even appointed an acting commander of the Seventh Front Army.

It's just that an additional group of British people are added to supervise it.

These people did nothing. They had to work every day under the orders of the British, clearing the ruins of war, repairing roads, and even when Britain was short of staff in the early days, even orders in various places were maintained by them, and they could not escape. The war was over, so why did they run away? Now they are waiting to go home and reunite with their relatives, but the Japanese government has not had time to start these tasks.

Besides, they have no place to run. They are thousands of miles away from Japan, and they can't go anywhere without a boat. They can't run out to be a savage in the forest!

So in terms of supervision of them, except for some special characters, the others are just symbolic.

In this case, it is no difficulty to escape from the prisoner-of-war camp. The rest is nothing more than helping Huaji people, or finding a coast that the Britons cannot monitor in Temasek or Johor, and then boarding the boat to pick them up and heading straight for Anbuna Island, where they hid their identity and worked for Yang Feng for several years. After this matter fades, I will talk about wherever I want to go.

However, Itagaki Jun is indeed a little troublesome, and his supervision is too strict.

"This kind of thing is not simple. He has not been formally arrested now. The British would not have thought that someone would help him escape, make him sick or something. Wouldn't it be easy to get into the hospital? Or just find someone in the prisoner-of-war camp who looks similar to him and play with Li Dai Tao Zombie. There will be no one among the tens of thousands of people who look a little like him, right?"

Yang Feng said.

Mr. Sanghara, Huang Yechun, and Liu, who were discussing the plan to rescue Itagaki Jun, immediately felt that the latter plan was very good, and of course it also required some specific details to improve, so Yang Feng didn't need to worry about this.

This is just a small matter, and he still has big things, such as...

"Will you go to London to see me?"

At Cliff Pier the next day, Evelyn looked at Yang Feng zily as the sound of a cruiser behind her whistle, a hint of redness on her face as the sea breeze blew.

"Uh, your government needs to give me a visa." Yang Feng said with a smile.

Evelyn's expression was a little sad.

"But the door of the Ming Empire is open to you at any time." Yang Feng said hurriedly.

Evelyn did not show too happy expression. It was not easy to get to Temasek from Britain. Although there was an air route, the distance of more than 10,000 kilometers was not direct. At present, the Douglas DC3, the main force of each airline, is only more than 3,000 kilometers. For maintenance, refueling, and rest time for pilots and passengers, it takes three days to fly here from London. If you take a boat, it will take more than a month, and you won't come as soon as you want.

"Distance is not our obstacle." Yang Feng put his arms around her waist and said, "I'm going to give you a gift?"

"What gift?" Evelyn asked curiously.

"Well, what is the farthest plane now?"

"Bombardment, right? The B29 can fly 9,000 kilometers without bombs and more oil."

"Okay, I'll decide to give you one."

"Ah?!" Evelyn was stunned.

"Don't be so surprised. Although I will work hard, political matters often take time. Your government will not directly issue me a visa within at least two years. With my identity as a person, it is impossible for me to set foot on the Isle of Great Britain in some other tactful ways. But if I can't see you for such a long time, I guess I will go crazy." Yang Feng said seriously.

Evelyn lowered her head shyly.

"So I need a plane that can come from London in the shortest time. After you go back, you contact Boeing to see if they can modify two B29s for us. Then modify them according to the first class of the cruise ship, and try to make it more luxurious and comfortable. But the range needs to be as far as possible, not lower than the current 6,000 kilometers. Of course, the longer the better, but I guess they are less than 12,000 kilometers, and 8,000 kilometers are the best. In this way, if two groups of pilots fly in shifts and land once in the middle, they can basically fly directly from London in 24 hours." Yang Feng said happily as she snuggled up.

He really needs such an aircraft. Although he can also tow a jet from Hyundai, if he is lucky, he might even tow an A380. But the problem is that, he will turn himself into a piece of fragrant fat and wait for the Americans to come to the door with a knife. So he can't do this for the time being. Even if he wants to do it in the future, he will have to join a partnership. But now if he wants to fly directly to Europe, he can only buy one.

"We can buy constellations without bombers. Lockheed has just started to produce new constellations passenger planes and has already started delivering them. If we spend more money and give Pan American a certain compensation, they will definitely not mind transferring one to us." Evelyn said sweetly.

"Zodiac? Oh, yes, we really don't need bombers now." Yang Feng then remembered that he already had the plane he needed.

Although there are many zodiac signs falling, except Air France once, it seems that everything else is innocent. For example, when its arch rival DC7 was finally duel in the Grand Canyon, the Bulgarians were beaten once, and the famous Kashmir Princess. In this case, the safety is definitely much better than that of shoddy bombers.

"Okay, then the zodiac sign is the one you must get as soon as possible. It doesn't matter if you spend more money. Qingyi will be responsible for this." Yang Feng said.

If you use the zodiac sign, it should be a super sign now. If you make a little modification, you should be able to easily fly directly from London to Karachi, and then go directly from Karachi to Temasek or Anbuna Island. However, this kind of plane is much slower than the B29, but fortunately it is much more comfortable. Anyway, you must stop in the middle with the B29, and there is no substantial difference between the two.

"You need two, one named after you and the other named after me." Yang Feng said heroically with his arms around Evelyn.

Evelyn nodded with excitement, and then...

Then the two naturally had some necessary ways to express their feelings. Yang Feng, who had a lipstick, stood on Cliff's dock and said goodbye to his first girlfriend he hooked up with in this time and space.

"Didn't it mean that the girls should be very open at this time?" The guy looked at the cruiser away with depression.

"Uh, old man, why do you look at me with such eyes?" Then he found that an old Chinese man in his sixties or seventies stood not far away. With the support of a young girl, he was staring at him intently, especially the girl, with contempt in his eyes. Of course, he didn't know which girl would not have any good face when she saw his image at this time.

"Hisser Majesty Xiongwu, you should wipe your face first."

The old man said with a smile.

Yang Feng took a small mirror from the bodyguard, and then realized that Evelyn had a lipstick kiss and quickly wiped it clean with a tissue.

"Old sir?" he asked after the wipe.

"Old Chen Jiageng."

"Well…"

"Mr. Chen, you don't like a constitutional monarchy Empire. I can understand this. After all, the republic is the trend now, but why don't you like to build a Chinese republic here? Do you believe in the politicians in the north so much? All politicians are the same. Deception and betrayal are their essence. The Chinese in Nanyang will never change their identity as abandoned people in their hearts. No one will really protect you. Maybe they will give you a lot of promises, but that's just because you have money and you have the value of exploitation. When you no longer have the value of exploitation, maybe they will use your blood to exchange for what they need.

In the luxurious restaurant of Raffles Hotel, Yang Feng said to Comrade Chen while drinking red wine.

"What I saw was different from what you said." Old Chen said lightly.

"Is it different? It's not the time yet."

Yang Feng said with a smile.

"Then are you different from the one in Chongqing?" the girl said disdainfully.

"I'm really different. I think I'm a pure nationalist, and in my eyes, any other ideology or thoughts are nothing more than shit.

We have our own, why do we trust others?

We have a philosophical system that has been passed down for five thousand years of civilization. Why do we believe in the imagination of a ghost who is chewing black bread thousands of miles away and cannot support his own wife and children?

You can regard me as a remnant of a feudal era.

But in my eyes, we, the Chinese are still in the era of the Celestial Kingdom. Everyone here, whether Javanese, Malay, Annan, or Siamese, must crawl at our feet, surrender to our majesty, and shout long live to our mountains. Whoever dares to disrespect us, I will let them taste the taste of a whip. Whoever dares to hurt us, then the life of a Chinese person will be punished by their thousand lives.

So, who else will make the same promise to you?

Ah, they will tell you the spirit of internationalism, tell you to integrate into the local society, and tell you to respect other peoples around you.

But I only tell you that if you are not my race, your heart will be different."

Yang Feng said.

"You are just a lunatic." The girl said in a daze.

"Are you crazy? For the Chinese here, what they need most is a crazy person."

Yang Feng said with a sneer.

(Thanks to book friends Fenghuo Forest Linmu, Xia Zhenzhen, and Special Service 761 for their rewards)
Chapter completed!