Suncheon Castle.

After years of construction, the city has basically taken shape.

Designed to swallow 50 million tons of Shuncheon Port, huge merchant ships slowly come along the Samfa River, which has undergone large-scale dredging and has a channel depth of more than 15 meters, unloading full loads of coal, crude oil, iron ore and other raw materials, and sending them to power plants, oil refineries, steel mills, and then turning them into various automobiles, plastic products, and chemical products through pipelines, railways and highway systems......

They were then returned to the port by rail and road, loaded onto another merchant ship, and sailed out to sea along the original waterway to the rest of the world.

At the same time, a steady stream of wealth is also flowing into Yang Feng's pocket from all over the world.

The city is supported by more than 200,000 workers, who sweat and work hard in front of the blazing steel-making furnaces, in front of the high-speed rotating machines, in front of the modern assembly lines, and use their labor in exchange for the abundant food and clothing of the more than 500,000 families behind them, the smiles of their children in the school, and their brighter future.

And around the city, there are more than 300,000 farmers, merchants, civil servants, and even a man with a man and a mang, like a rhinoceros bird standing on the back of a hippopotamus, who clings to the city and lives.

If we put this system network on a larger scale, in Sumatra, in North Borneo, in Assam, in the oil fields, in the mines, and even in the tea plantations under the Himalayas, there are still millions of miners, farmers, and businessmen who depend on the city for their livelihood.

If you put it bigger, in the vast Pacific Ocean. in the Indian Ocean. In distant Europe. The Americas, Africa, every country on this planet, and many more people suck the milk of this city.

"This is the Industrial Age!"

Walking in this city of his own, Yang Yuanfeng looked at the chimneys that reached into the sky, looked at the endless factories, and looked at the hurried crowd, and couldn't help but sigh with heartfelt emotion.

"Führer. In two years, Mukden City will be like this. ”

Chen Xing, director of the management office of Shuncheon Industrial Park next to him, said.

Theoretically, this is not the territory of the Ming Dynasty, but the territory of the Autonomous Republic of West Borneo, which belongs to the Dutch-Indian Federation, and it is just a private property built by Yang Yuan on his own private land. The management office is the city hall, and Chen Xing, the director of the management office, is also the mayor, and as for the following departments, they are completely in accordance with the formal administrative system. What a police station, a health department. The Education Bureau has it, but the Tax Department does not have it, because there is no tax here.

When Yang Feng bought the land, he had already agreed with the Dutch people, and no matter what he did on this land, how many people he raised were permanently exempt from taxes, so neither the Netherlands nor the West Borneo Autonomous Republic had the right to ask him to collect taxes.

As for himself...

The money earned by these factories is his, and he collects a gross tax, and those who pan for gold in the city pay rent to him, including those that have been turned into listings, or those that he has entered into joint ventures with others, are also rented, which is on his estate, and of course they have to pay rent to him.

In fact, Suncheon City is not just a city, it is forming a city circle, Sanfa in the north, Bangga in the south, there are a large number of Chinese factory owners relying on the raw materials and technical strength of Suncheon City, gradually developing, and in order to avoid paying taxes to the Dutch people, they have moved to the original wasteland belonging to Yang Feng, becoming an industrialized town attached to Suncheon City, or satellite cities.

As for the theoretical government, the Autonomous Republic of West Borneo ...

Well, that one no longer exists, although the signboard is still there, but there are no people left, not to mention ordinary people, even cabinet officials and parliamentarians, who are probably almost forgetting that they still have such a job, that is, there are still governors and tax collectors sent by the Dutch, and they are still conscientiously fulfilling their duties, collecting their poll taxes from the residents of the lands that do not belong to Yang Feng's territory.

Despite the fact that the number of such inhabitants is rapidly decreasing.

So far, the population still living outside Yang Feng's territory does not exceed 200,000 in total, and the reason why there are so many is mainly because of some old rubber plantations, sugar cane plantations, farmland, etc., which cannot be moved if you want to.

"When are the Dutch leaving! They hurried away, and we joined the Empire so happily. ”

Chen Xing said.

In fact, this problem is on the minds of the entire people of West Borneo every day, not only the Chinese, but also the remaining few ethnic groups, because the poll tax is mainly paid by them.

"Soon, I guess it's only a matter of one or two years."

Yang Feng smiled sinisterly as he spoke.

The Dutch did not last long, their 200,000 garrisons in the East Indies were already making the finances miserable, and as the strength of the Javanese Red Army, especially with the support of the Soviets, gradually began to industrialize, the autonomous republics that had previously submitted to the Netherlands began to grow grass in their hearts. Aceh has recently been in turmoil, and guerrillas have begun to appear all over Sumatra, and if the Red Army starts a full-scale war again, the Dutch will definitely not continue to be stuck in this quagmire, and during his last visit to Europe, Prince Bernhard hinted that once the war starts again, they are likely to go directly.

As long as they are gone, Yang Feng can rightfully swallow West Borneo, and even East Borneo together, anyway, there are only hundreds of thousands of people in total.

But he still has a trouble now, that is, how to hold Hada, let him continue to fight with Musseau, after all, no matter how you look at it now, Musseau is more attractive, especially for the common people in the areas controlled by the White Army, people divide land and houses and women, and they also work for Chinese capitalists on their side, everyone has steel mills, oil refineries, arsenals, and they also sell some rubber, sugarcane and iron ore on their side, which is a better system for others.

In this case, it is difficult for Hada to be there, especially in the army, there are even defectors, if it weren't for those imams supporting him behind him, I'm afraid the people's hearts would have been scattered a long time ago, but these imams also hope to get rid of the Dutch colonists.

So it's difficult to say Yang Feng!

"Alas, my heart is about to break for this!"

Yang said helplessly.

After looking at his city for a while, he hurriedly got into the car that followed next to him, and then drove directly to the Kunpeng company's Shuntian branch, because Yingtianfu was already overcrowded, and a large household like Kunpeng had begun to move outward, and the Shuntian branch was mainly responsible for the helicopter business.

Today is the day of Yang Feng's helicopter test flight.

When Yang Feng arrived at the test site, the Pixiu helicopter was ready to go, this helicopter and Huey have almost no difference in appearance, but the engine power is greater than UH1A, and the main rotor is made of composite materials, and the fuselage is partially titanium alloy to reduce weight, so the overall performance is equivalent to the level of UH1B, although it is not very strong, but in this era, this is a powerful helicopter.

Looking at the green helicopter in front of him, Yang Feng suddenly had a feeling of traveling back to the original time and space, and then the picture of the Huey helicopter in the Vietnam War appeared in his mind, and of course, Stallone's strong muscles, this thing was so nostalgic that he didn't hear the words of Zhu Jiaren, the chief engineer next to him.

Lao Zhu is the current head of the Pixiu helicopter project, he joined Yang Feng last year, and it is obviously more attractive here than the bald guys who are messing around.

"Führer, is it time to take off?"

He cautiously asked the Fuhrer again.

"Ah, it's okay, let's fly!"

Only then did Yang Feng come back to his senses and say.

After receiving the order, the test pilot immediately started the machine, more than 1,000 horsepower turboshaft engine rotation, through the reducer developed in cooperation with ZF, driving the two blades of the composite material began to rotate slowly, as the test pilot's throttle increased, the speed of the blades became faster and faster, and soon became an afterimage, and the wind blew the ground dusty, and in this flying dust, the helicopter gradually left the ground.

"It's flying!"

Zhu Jiaren, who was beside Yang Feng, immediately shouted excitedly, and the other people watching the scene couldn't help but applaud and cheer.

In the applause and cheers, the helicopter flew higher and higher, and soon exceeded the height of the surrounding factories, and then lowered its head slightly and began to fly forward, while the altitude continued to rise until it rose to a height of more than two hundred meters, and began to spin in circles over Suncheon City.

At this time, their head of state has already gone out of the world, and what appears in the eyes of Yang Fuhrer now is countless Cobra gunships, what a classic good thing.

Of course, it doesn't need to span so much, after all, the use of airborne weapons also requires a certain amount of experience accumulation, and you can follow the practice of the Mi people during the Vietnam War to add additional weapon systems to Huey, such as rocket launchers and machine gun launchers. Even add an automatic grenade launcher in front, narrow the fuselage, change it to a tandem two-seater, replace the reduced weight with titanium alloy armor, and get two short wings on both sides, although it is a bit ruthless to directly engage in cobra, but the Iroquois warrior is still very simple, and there are no anti-aircraft missiles now, and this level of armed helicopter is still very lethal.

"Come on, come here, give you a new mission!"

Thinking of this, he waved to the engineers. (To be continued.) )