The Hatohiko of the Chaoxiang Palace howled for more than half an hour on the pedestal of the Xiaoling Enjoyment Palace, and Yang Feng's tedious worship ceremony was almost coming to an end, before he swallowed his last breath, and then the wild dogs who had been impatient for a long time quickly swarmed up and shared their own deliciousness.

And the people of Nanjing around them can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and they can finally comfort the 300,000 relatives who died, and similarly, Yang Feng and the Ming Empire, who avenged their blood revenge, are also deeply imprinted in their memories.

Just as Yang Feng walked out of the Hall of Enjoyment, he was greeted by countless reverent eyes.

This guy proudly raised his hand and pressed it down to signal silence, but just when he was halfway through this action, a beautiful bodyguard next to him stretched out his hand like lightning and pressed him down, almost at the same time, the muzzle of the FN2000 gun in the hand of another beautiful woman rose slightly, and the moment the bullet rang out, a bullet also whistled over Yang Feng's head and hit Hu Hao's shoulder who was following him.

The third young master of the Hu family, the founder of the Sing Tao Sports Club, and the godfather of Hong Kong football, has been following Yang Feng's beautiful bodyguard team very closely, and finally paid the price of blood.

Of course, no one cared about him at this time.

The crowd disturbed by the gunfire was in chaos, and the Ming army on guard around stepped forward as quickly as possible, and while rescuing Hu Hao, Yang Feng was protected by a dense human wall.

At this moment, the beautiful bodyguard who had just fired raised the gun for the second time and pulled the trigger one after another, and then called an officer to say a few words, the latter showed an expression of disbelief, but then beckoned to his subordinates, separated the crowd as fast as he could, and rushed towards the southeast.

After getting confirmation from the beautiful bodyguard that there would be no more assassins around, Yang Yuanfeng also regained his composure, straightened his clothes to let the soldiers scatter, and then walked to Hu Hao's side to look at his injury, the bullet was stuck in the shoulder blade, and it had been directly pulled out by a beautiful bodyguard, and it was quickly medicated and packaged, this injury was not worth mentioning at all, even he himself didn't care too much, and he was looking at the beautiful bodyguard Xiongbu who bandaged him there!

"These little guys are just crazy!"

Seeing that he was fine, Yang Yuan Shou stood up and said with a sneer.

Of course, Yang Fuhrer was assassinated, this kind of thing is normal, at this time, there are piles of people who wish he died, Javanese patriots, Soviet secret services, Confucian families, retired soldiers of the Japanese country, speaking of which he has not been shot for the first time until now, which is already incredible, but what is even more incredible is the combat effectiveness of those beautiful bodyguards around him.

The assassin's dead body was dragged back five minutes later by the Ming Army soldiers who were guarding, including the weapon he used, a Mauser 98K sniper rifle equipped with a six-fold scope, this guy had his right hand and two legs broken, of course, these were not the cause of his death, he could not escape suicide. What shocked everyone was his position at the time, four hundred meters away from Yang Feng, at such a distance, the beautiful bodyguard shot him three times to break one hand and two legs, and it was a rifle without a scope, which...

This is an exaggeration.

"They are all dead soldiers specially trained by my family, they are all specially trained since childhood, they are just assassins, and they are not worth mentioning in front of them."

Führer Yang said indifferently to the Dutch Minister to China, Eisen.

This effect is very good, he doesn't like people to think about shooting him every day, and having the terrifying reputation of these beautiful bodyguards can scare him away most of the assassins.

As the closest quasi-ally at present, the Dutch people will of course be the first to greet him when something happens, but the greeting is just an excuse, the real purpose is to ask, what should we do in the future? Of course, they will not be unaware of the deal between the United States and Stalin, and Staling has announced that he will withdraw the Soviet fleet from the port of Chilaza, and similarly Britain and the United States have also lifted the blockade of the Suez Canal and Luzon routes, Yang Feng did not announce anything, he just acquiesced.

But what about the Netherlands?

Although Stahlin also promised that he would not provide military support to the Javanese, everyone knew that he would talk like a fart and would not openly support it, but who knows what was pulled in the Soviet merchant ships that went to Java? The Dutch Navy is not the United States Navy, the British Navy, and even the Ming Navy are not of the same grade, they do not dare to intercept Soviet merchant ships at sea, and they do not have the ability to block the long coastline of Java, so it is conceivable that the Soviet arms will continue to pour into Java next.

What to do with the hundreds of thousands of Dutch troops on the island of Java?

Even if the Americans could provide arms support, it was the Dutch who went to the battlefield to meet the bullets.

In this way, Yang Feng has become their lifesaver.

"I have a suggestion, haven't you always wanted to create a Dutch-Indian federation? Then hurry up, aren't those monkeys going to stand up? Then it's all right, of course it's not completely independent, whether it's modeled on Australia or Canada, this can be discussed, as long as they still have Her Majesty the Queen of your country as the head of state, including the Javanese, especially Hada, don't let him be killed, he is the legitimate Prime Minister of the Republic of Java.

You have to understand that the Soviets are not only against us, but also those sultans, landlords, and capitalists don't like it, and the slogan shouted by Musseau is to liberate the entire East Indies, that is to say, they are ready to push their game to the entire East Indies, and who will welcome those sultans, landlords, and capitalists? No one.

The reason why these people still keep their distance from you is nothing more than the kind of unscrupulous thought, as long as you give them what they want, even if it is not completely given to them, they will be satisfied.

The conflict between them and you is gone, but the conflict between them and Musseau comes first, and you are no longer returning to enslave their colonists, but to protect their allies and protect them from the savior of Musseau and his gang.

As for the rest, let's fight side by side.

I provide naval and air support, you provide ground support, let those chaotic republics be cannon fodder in front, and we control the pace of the war, let's say a little longer, a little bloodier. These monkeys originally liked to kill or something, so they let them kill, for example, how much money was given to a Javanese Social Workers head, so that when the war is over, both of them will almost be dead, and even if the rest have no strength to resist, at that time, we didn't just want to do what we wanted? ”

Yang Feng said sinisterly.

Eisen swallowed hard, he found that compared to this guy, he was like a pure schoolboy, but this was the best way to deal with it, the only problem was...

"What do you want?"

(Thanks to book friend Douzi, Zhi Ge dezhi, Wei Cheng's reward)