Chapter Eighty-Five: The Fruits of Hard Work

"Promised? This Sukarno is also a ruthless character! ”

Yang Fuhrer was also a little surprised that Sukarno agreed to his conditions so quickly, but since this is the case, then it is better to wait for half a month, anyway, after half a month, there will be no 900 Javanese heads piled up in front of his human grave, it is nothing more than throwing a hundred tons of shamandu gas bombs in Yogyakarta in the past, and now at this time, he has the qualifications to be willful.

"Your Excellency, do you want to go to Nanjing or continue north?"

Beside him, Wilhelm, still wearing a Prussian military uniform, was still wearing a Prussian military uniform. Admiral Marchar saluted and asked, in fact, the Prussian mercenaries under Yang Feng were allowed to wear their former military uniforms to show respect for them, and the current commander of the Nanyang Fleet of the Ming Navy and the commander of the Prussian High Seas Fleet before the war were the same.

At this time, the Ming fleet was about to reach the mouth of the Yangtze River, and the Taiping frigate sent by the bald guys to receive them was faintly visible in the distance.

"Go north, go straight to Dagukou!"

Yang Feng said that he wanted to leave Zhu Yuanzhang's filial piety tomb for the last worship, because he had to give a special gift to the Hongwu Emperor.

The Ming fleet crossed the mouth of the Yangtze River under Lin Zun's surprised gaze, and headed directly north at the fastest speed of the landing ship at thirteen knots, the latter hurriedly sent a report to Nanjing, and then his small frigate also began to turn.

At the same time, in the distant Republic of Java, Sukarno and Musseau, the leader of the Javanese Social Labor Party, were secretly mobilizing their troops, although the Soviets said that they would not support Mussau's seizure of power, but they talked like a fart, in fact, a large number of weapons had already been sent to Solo, the city is the headquarters of the Javanese Social Labor Party, and most of the armed forces under their control such as the Youth Army and the People's Army are here.

Unlike the Sukarno, which was armed with Japanese weapons, the Social Workers here were armed with all Prussian munitions, ranging from Mauser 98Ks to MP40 submachine guns and MG42 machine guns, and even more than 20 Soviet-made light tanks.

"Bring it here!"

On a makeshift platform in the city, Musseau shouted majestically, and then two Asara soldiers escorted a guy bound by ropes to the stage, this person was a close confidant of Sukarno, who had been in charge of communicating between Batavia and Yang Feng's liaison office there, and it was he who had just sent a secret letter from Sukarno to Yang Feng to Batavia, but on the way back, he was caught by the soldiers of the Youth Army.

"Do you know him?"

Mousseau pointed to the guy who was kneeling beside him after being kicked and shouted at the tens of thousands of SWD fighters in front of him.

"Acquaintance!"

The people below immediately shouted, this person's identity is public, and he has his own position in the government of the Republic of Java, of course, no one knows.

"Then tell them, what are you doing in Batavia?"

Mu Suo grabbed him, grabbed his hair and pushed him forward, and said viciously.

The latter looked at him tremblingly, and then thought about his wife and children who had been arrested, and honestly explained that Sukarno was mobilizing troops loyal to the Republic to prepare to encircle Solo, disarm everyone here, and then arrest and shoot all the Social Workers including Musseau, and use their heads to meet Yang Feng's demands, and then expel the Soviet fleet.

The Javanese youths, who were already in a state of extreme grief and indignation because of the constant broadcast of Yang Feng's threat on Daming Radio, instantly exploded their nests.

"Look, this is the so-called President of the Republic, this is the leader of our Durist movement, he is simply the lackey of the righteous of the Empire, the Britons slaughtered us, he did not dare to resist, the Dutch slaughtered us, he did not dare to resist, the Ming slaughtered us, he still did not dare to resist, and now he will use our blood to flatter his master, use our heads, to be his high stepping stone, to drive away our only friend, to drive us away the last hope of Duli, can we agree?"

Musseau roared.

"No!"

Tens of thousands of people below shouted in unison.

"Yes, we don't agree, we won't agree, we won't recognize this kind of president who betrayed the nation, we will no longer recognize this kind of government that betrayed the country, now, we have to tell them, with the steel guns in our hands, with our bullets to tell them. Fight to Yogyakarta, capture Sukarno alive, and form a government belonging to the people, for liberation, for establishment, for freedom!

Advance! ”

Mu Suo held the iron horn and shouted with a very infectious forward movement.

The young soldiers in front of him, who were already in a state of fanaticism, immediately rushed to the southwest like a flood that burst the embankment, especially the more than 20 BT7s given to them by the Soviets were roaring and rumbling with their engines.

At the same time as they launched an attack on Yogyakarta, a Javanese army loyal to Sukarno also set out from Jasmine and killed Solo from east to west, and another Javanese army from the north and south also left Pvodadi, apparently targeting Solo as well, and a large-scale civil war between the Javanese began.

At this time, in the distant Japanese country of Tokyo, the merchant ship that set off from Hong Kong slowly approached the dock, and Yang Xun, the commander of the Ming Jinyi Guard, stood on the deck, looking at Tokyo in front of him in amazement, although it has been almost a year since the end of the war, the city still looks devastated. There are large blanks and uncleaned ruins everywhere, huge craters that have not been filled in are shocking, and the industrial area with chimneys of factories is even more ruins.

"Mah, it's not like it hasn't been blown up yet!"

The Imperial University graduate said with a very unkind smile.

Just as he was saying this, a Willis MB jumped across the docks, and a soldier in the car was howling excitedly, and in his car, there were three Japanese girls clinging to his body, screaming with exaggerated expressions, and one of them was still kissing his face.

On the other side of the road, there were a large group of dying wounded soldiers and the old, weak, sick and disabled, weakly outstretched their hands, with skeletal and thin faces, cloudy eyes with desperate numbness, looking at the passers-by who walked by.

Even in the water next to the pier, there are more than a dozen scrawny floating corpses, and a small boat rowed by the Japanese is salvaging these dead bodies with hooks.

Well, Yang Feng got what he wanted.

Just when the Great Famine in the south of Minhua was weakened by his large-scale immigration, the famine in the Wa Kingdom began.

(Go to Sanjiang, ask for a Sanjiang ticket)