However, Comrade Stalin still underestimated Yang Feng's non-offline line, because on the second day of the arrival of the aircraft carrier formation, this guy asked people to drive the Kalinin three ships all over Southeast Asia to slap him in the face.

Three tattered battleships that have not undergone any repairs, with Soviet sailors wearing the same tattered military uniforms and extremely emaciated spirits, like flags made of three rags, city by city destroying the faith of those who regard Starling as a savior, looking at these three piles of scrap copper and rotten iron, looking at those obscene soldiers, countless people are at a loss, this is the invincible Soviet soldiers? This is the powerful country that is said to represent the highest level of human civilization?

Obviously, this is too far from what they imagined.

Of course, they didn't know that the soldiers were specially selected.

This despicable act almost tilted Stalin's nose, and then the Soviet Foreign Ministry sent a note to the governments of the United States, Britain, Gaul, the Netherlands, and Siam, expressing a strong protest against this, and then he fell into the trap of Yang Feng and those imperialists. The governments of these five countries, while refusing to allow the three ships to enter the port in a very face-saving manner, used the greatest energy to publicize this matter, and although they forbade the three ships to enter the port, they allowed them to pass through the port in a harmless way, basically passing slowly at a speed of no more than one section, and along the coastline of various places, not to mention the port, even the fishing village can be exhibited.

Stalin directly became a clown who was teased by them, and in the past few days, his ministers have been living like years one by one, for fear that one of them will be accidentally pulled out to shoot targets by His Majesty the Tsar, who is in an extremely unstable mental state, you must know that even such a loyal person as Kuznetsov has been scolded.

However, just when Starling was thundering, the mood of Yang Fuhrer on Ambuna Island was getting better and better day by day.

"This thing still looks imposing!"

At the airport on Ambuna Island, Yang Feng carried a scepter and looked at the sky above his head with infinite emotion, a huge group of planes covering the sky and the sun was pressing overhead, and the roar of countless high-power engines was deafening, and the soldiers and ordinary people of the Ming Army who were standing around the airport were stunned one by one.

The combat aircraft ordered by the Air Force of the Ming Empire arrived.

At the bottom were seventy-two Mustang fighters, lined up in a goose-winged formation specially designed to fit a force, and a group of twelve planes formed a huge group in the sky, circling in circles, while one after another kept diving down to land at the airport, and then drove into the steel-framed hangar.

Not to mention those ordinary people, it was the first time that Yang Feng himself had seen such a large number of aircraft, after all, in his original time and space, even if he was in a military parade, he would not dispatch such a number of the same fighters at one time.

Of course, the most shocking thing is not the fighter group, because there is also a bomber formation above the fighter group, and when all the Mustang has landed, and the thirty-six latest Lincoln bombers have begun to descend in altitude, looking at these aerial monsters, some timid ordinary people have a little trembling legs.

This upgraded version of Lancaster, although it is still not at the same level as B29 in terms of performance, is enough for the Ming Empire.

Anyway, the place where Yang Fuhrer is currently thinking about bombing is the East Indies, the main islands of Java and Sumatra, and he still bombs it casually within a range of 1,500 kilometers, and even B29 can't take off from the Ambuna Islands to bomb Mumbai directly.

"It's still not good, it's still a little bit worse."

Looking at the Lincoln bombers that landed in front of him one after another, His Excellency the Führer said with a melancholy expression.

"Your Excellency, this is the latest bomber!"

A ghost guy next to him protested.

This guy named Howard was sent by the Afuro company to deliver goods, by the way, let's see if we can sell some more, with the end of the war, for these guys who have made war money and made a lot of money, life is not very easy, especially like Afuro, who specializes in the production of heavy bombers, just those workers who need to lay off workers are enough for them to have a headache, and now it is difficult to catch a big customer, so naturally they can't let it go easily.

"Isn't the latest one not able to catch up with B29?"

Yang Feng said.

"That, the combat use is different, you also know that this is all prepared for the bombing of Prussia, there is no need to build too big." Howard sneered.

"It's better to be better than it, don't admit it!"

Yang Feng shrugged and said.

Howard stopped talking.

"Mr. Howard, is Avro interested in developing a civilian jetliner?" Yang Feng said with a smile.

"What do you mean?"

"It's very simple, I have a new jet engine technology in my hands, but you also know that the industry of manufacturing large passenger aircraft is not something that can be supported by a random new invention, which requires a complete industrial system and countless high-level skilled workers, with my current situation, I am afraid it will be difficult to put it into practice in ten years, but in terms of the current trend of technological development, I am afraid that I will not be able to make any money in ten years, so I need a partner, your company is interested, we might as well sit down and talk seriously."

Yang Feng said.

He has to play the bottom of the kettle for the United States industry, starting with Boeing, Douglas and other aircraft manufacturers as representatives, but this thing really can't be made with words, even if he has an alien spaceship.

So he was ready to get Airbus out in advance.

Unite the major European aircraft manufacturers, Prussia, Gaul, and Britain, to form a company, and then he only provides engines, providing various engines from turbofans to turboprops, and makes Boeing 707 passenger aircraft in advance, completely monopolizing the civil aviation market, as long as this market is no longer the only one in the United States, then the United States industry will suffer a real heavy blow.

But in the process of development and production, the people of the Ming Empire must participate, and all links must really participate in it, in exchange for cultivating their own aviation talents, and then building subcontracted factories on their own territory, and gradually establishing their own aviation industry, which is the safest way.

He doesn't lack technology, if you want it, don't say an old-fashioned JT3D-level turbofan engine, even F119 is what he takes casually, but what he lacks is the talent who can digest these technologies, and what he lacks is a Western standard industrial system, as long as these two are completed, the aviation industry of the Ming Empire can really soar.

As for the help this will have for the military industry in Europe, this is a matter of, and it will be a headache for the Soviets.

Besides, it's a big deal to sneak around and give the USSR something good.

The Ming Empire wants to do whatever it wants on the land of Southeast Asia, the balance is very important, the United States, Europe, and the Soviet Union are indispensable, support the weakest of the three Europe, weaken the three strongest countries economically, and secretly pull the Soviet Union from time to time, so that they can always maintain a strong threat to the Western world, and Yang Fuhrer can keep turning the clouds and rain here.

In fact, Yang is now worried about how to let Comrade Stalin live for a few more years, although they are enemies, but it is precisely because of the enemy that this table of cards can be played, otherwise three are missing one and play a fart, as for white and black, his card style is too bad, Yang Yuan does not like to play with such people.

"Of course I am."

Howard said, but it can be seen that he didn't pay much attention to it, and it is estimated that he is still a little disdainful of Yang Feng's technical strength.

Yang Feng didn't say more, there are a lot of collaborators for him to choose from, especially those like Hawker Siddeley and de Havilland are not inferior to Afuro in terms of large aircraft manufacturing, not to mention that Prussia has a large number of companies with rich experience in aircraft manufacturing waiting for him to pick up.

The Lincoln bomber group quickly landed, but just when the people on the ground thought the event was over, a large number of planes flew from the southwest, and they were all large planes, even more than the Lincoln bombers.

Well, Yang Feng's mercenaries have arrived.

This is a fleet of York-style transport aircraft flying directly from Europe.

In total, the Britons brought him more than 2,000 Prussian naval and air force officers and men in the prisoner of war camp, including 150 pilots, including a major general of the Air Force, who flew on forty-five Yorkist transport planes, of course, these people were not hired by Britons, but by Dutch, but only leased British transport planes, so this deal has nothing to do with the British government.

But just as people on the ground were waiting for them, the first thing that appeared in their field of vision were two large white passenger planes.

Two very beautiful airliners.

Four propeller engines, slender bodies in the shape of willow leaves, and the iconic three hanging tails, the whole look has an elegant beauty, like a pair of noble twin sisters, gently falling one after the other in the blue sky.

"Well, there was a surprise attack."

Looking at the two planes, Yang Feng couldn't help but smile.

It was his private jet, the Lockheed Super Constellation, and along with the lavish cost of the interior, the two planes cost him a full million dollars, named after him and Evelyn, respectively, but they were not in the telegram sent to him by Lord Mountbatten.

"Your Excellency, it seems that Miss Count Clement wants to surprise you."

Howard said with a smile.

The news that His Excellency had bought two private jets for a million dollars, and that he had given one of them as a gift to Mademoiselle Clement, had already been hyped up in the London newspapers, and of course he could not have been unaware.

Yang Yuanfeng smiled mysteriously, and he could see that he was still in a very happy mood, and then sorted out his clothes seriously, looked at the plane that gradually stopped, and stepped forward.

"Uh, what's going on?"

Then he exclaimed.

(Thanks to book friend Lyndon. HONG Hao. King. Wan, I won't run naked, for you (?) ―？ Rewarding mercy. ）