"Inform the overseas Chinese guards in Batavia, Semarang, and Surabaya that starting tomorrow, they will pick up the Chinese scattered outside these three cities as soon as possible, and if these three places cannot accommodate them, they will send them directly to West Borneo and Temasek, and maybe even the Chinese in these three places will have to be sent to other places in the end."

After the bomber took off, Yang Feng sent the three Mountbatten away, and then said to Lin Hu beside him with some emotion.

There is a certain price to pay for playing Kou, he must find a sufficient fortress for the Soviets in Southeast Asia, Java Island is undoubtedly the most suitable, there are tens of millions of Javanese people who can be their little brothers, there are oil fields, although the scale is not too big but enough, there are iron ores there, Chiraza is an iron ore export port in later generations, it can be said that as long as there is such an island in hand, Starling does not need to be afraid of anyone in Southeast Asia.

But in this case, the millions of Chinese there will have to be evacuated, and in the future, every inch of land there will probably have to be fired, and such a place will definitely not be suitable for the Chinese to continue to live.

"Führer, it's not going to be like this, is it? The Chinese there all have families and businesses, and it is not easy to go back after leaving like this. ”

Lin Hu said with some surprise.

"Peace, there will never be peace there." Yang Feng said with a sneer.

Port of Chiraza.

The living room of a small three-story building left behind by Dutch colonists is brightly lit, and officers in Soviet naval uniforms dance around Javanese girls in sarongs, and the dance of bears and monkeys looks comic.

"General, thank you very much Chairman Stalin and the people of your country for their selfless help to us, in the most difficult moment of our liberation cause, only you, only the righteous Soviet people extended a helping hand to us, which the people of Java will always remember!"

Sukarno, who was wearing a suit and a little black hat, said to Vice Admiral Panteleev, the new commander of the Pacific Fleet of the Soviet Navy, with a spring breeze on his face, and Musseau, who returned from the Soviet Union with the fleet, hurriedly translated for him.

For Sukarno and his Republic of Java, it is clear that it has been a pie in the sky lately, although the Dutch has signed an agreement with the Dutch people, but everyone knows what this agreement is, the Dutch continue to land in the major cities in the north under their control, and now they are approaching 100,000 troops, and according to this agreement, they should continue to withdraw their troops, and it is clear that the Dutch are planning military operations.

In response, the Republic of Java is also expanding its military.

But they don't have enough weapons, except for the arsenals that the Japanese army gave them at the beginning, taking advantage of the chaos to loot, they only have to smuggle from the outside world, there are Dutch warships patrolling, they can't get much smuggling, and many of the newly expanded armies can only use cold weapons!

Just when they were helpless, the Soviets came, and then the Japanese weapons were piled up on their docks, 38 rifles, 92 heavy machine guns, grenadiers, mortars and even heavy artillery, enough to arm three infantry divisions.

And all of them are given away free of charge, without any strings attached, this is simply a golden cake smashed from the sky.

"Your Excellency, we support the cause of the establishment and liberation of all colonial countries, this weapon is not worth mentioning, if you need it, we can also provide you with planes, tanks and even warships, in short, we can support you with whatever you need.

When you smash the shackles of the empire and establish your own country, we can also help you develop industry, help you develop oil, build steel plants, build arsenals, and finally build this place into a free, democratic, and prosperous country, just like the great Soviet Union. ”

Panteleev said with a smile.

"So what do you need us in return?"

Vice President Hada, who was next to Sukarno, asked.

In fact, there are pro-Western speculators in the Republic of Java, this is one of the representatives, and Sukarno himself actually swings between the two, he needs the fighting power of the Social Workers, but he also needs the support of European public opinion, of course, the main thing is that he has a deep-seated fear of Western countries in his bones, after all, he is used to lying on the ground, even if he stands up, his spine will inevitably bend a little.

"Return? Do friends need to reciprocate their help? We are not those colonizers, of course, if necessary, your country can provide protection for our shipping here, after all, the group of pirates on Ambuna Island is still rampant, and I am afraid that most of our shipping will have to go to the vicinity of Java in the future. ”

Panteleev said with a shrug.

Well, pirates are the image of Führer Yang in Soviet newspapers, and in fact one of the most important pleasures of the Soviet people now is to scandalize his image in various ways.

"Do you have any suggestions for the internal affairs of the Republic of Java?"

Hada continued.

"Your Excellency, your question is very much inconsistent with your status, the internal affairs of the Republic of Java are decided by the people of the Republic of Java, and outsiders have no right to dictate, even if they are friends. I can give you a direct answer to the real thing you want to ask, the Gong Industry International has been dissolved, your social workers party has nothing but the same faith and no affiliation with us, and their position in your government depends only on whether the people of your country welcome them, and we will not provide them with any special help. ”

Panteleyev said justly and awe-inspiringly.

"It's me who was rude." Hada smiled and casually exchanged glances with Sukarno, not noticing that there was a strange smile between Panteleyev and Musseau, who was acting as their interpreter.

But at this moment, a strange voice suddenly sounded above their heads.

"Stop!"

Panteleev's face changed, and he hurriedly shouted loudly, the gramophone that was playing stopped abruptly, and those who were still dancing stopped one by one and looked at each other.

"Bombers, air strikes!"

Suddenly, an officer pushed his female companion away and ran out shouting.

Almost at the same time, on the Soviet battleship in the direction of the port, a mournful air defense siren suddenly sounded.

"Damn, what are the radar soldiers doing!"

Panteleev, who rushed out the door, looked at the shadows that swept overhead in the moonlit sky and roared.

And above him, the bomber formation led by Rudel was pulling up from the low-altitude penetration state, and the order of the Yang Führer, this time it was only high-altitude horizontal bombing, he just came to say hello to Stalin, and at the same time reminded Comrade Stalin, don't forget to send a few fighters to your fleet to protect their sky.

This fleet is his treasure, and it's too late to take care of it, so why is it willing to be blown up and sunk.

(Thanks to the book friend Kululuo, Brother Zhi dezhi for the reward)