One noon in January 1893, when the sun was high and the heat was rolling, and the air seemed to be filled with Mars, sitting in his adobe palace, the honorable Sheikh Mohammed of Kuwait, was staring at an Englishman in front of him with the same spark-like gaze.

"Go back and sue that shameless scoundrel, Kuwait is the territory of the Al-Sabah family, no one has the right to take it, and we will use our blood to defend the land left by our ancestors." He gritted his teeth, his nostrils spitting hot like an angry bull.

After he said this, the Arab warriors standing on both sides immediately held their small scimitars one by one, and raised their eyebrows in a murderous manner.

"Dear Sheikh, I'm very sorry, my boss has made it very clear that although you are the former lord of this land, the Great Emperor has chosen a new administrator for her, as the Governor of Kuwait appointed by the Great Emperor, he must come to fulfill his duties.

You must hand over your authority to him, which is what a loyal courtier should do, and if you continue to block his entry into the city in an unfriendly manner, he will only think that you are rebelling.

As governor of Kuwait, he had to fight the rebels until the land was back in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor. Harold, a lawyer from London, said seriously that as a full-time lawyer of Jinyuan Company, the work assigned by the big boss must be done well, and this kind of robbery must comply with legal procedures.

"I made it very clear that Kuwait belongs to the Sabah family, and even the emperor of the Ottoman Empire has no right to give her to others." Muhammad said viciously, and he was indeed very angry when he said it.

Although Kuwait belongs to the Ottoman Empire's Basra Province, it is only a nominal territory, and the Sabah family has ruled here for nearly 200 years, and the condition for the initiative to submit to the Ottoman emperor is that the Sabah family will continue to rule here, and this relationship has been maintained very well for more than 20 years, but it is a bit outrageous to suddenly create a Kuwaiti governor to take over the land left by his ancestors.

After first receiving the news of this flying disaster, he also made some representations, but unfortunately the Ottoman Emperor, who had already collected 50,000 pounds, could never offend a big man in Europe for a small port that was only nominally his own, so his appeal was destined to receive no mercy.

When there was no way to appeal to the emperor, he wanted to go to the British to administer justice, but the British, who had been encouraging him to break away from the Ottoman Empire, uncharacteristically sued him that it was inconvenient for them to meddle in the internal affairs of the Ottoman Empire.

Poor Sheikh Mohammed called the heavens and the earth to be unspiritual, and just when he was ready to defend the land left by his ancestors with blood, the governor of Kuwait suddenly disappeared, and the dazed Sheikh inquired and learned that the governor of Kuwait was nothing more than a British tycoon who wanted to buy it as his title to show off, and it was impossible for a big man like him to come and really be the governor of Kuwait.

I see, after a long time of trouble, I was nervous, and Sheikh Mohammed breathed a sigh of relief, and after a few months, he almost forgot about this stubble, who knew that this morning suddenly two ships sailed to the Gulf of Kuwait, and there was a large ironclad ship among them, and then a messenger came down to tell him that His Excellency the Governor of Kuwait was coming to take over the city, and now Muhammad was almost fainted, so this scene appeared.

"Then Lord Sheikh, you are admitting that you have chosen to betray His Majesty the Ottoman Emperor." Harold said with a smile.

"I didn't say that, but I'm not going to hand over my land either." Muhammad was not stupid and would not fall for him.

"It makes no difference, you have not betrayed the Ottoman Emperor, then you must hand over the management of the city, if you do not surrender the management of the city, then we will consider that you have in fact betrayed the emperor." Harold said.

"Yes, we just don't obey that hateful tyrant anymore, Kuwait belongs to the Al-Sabah family, never to the Ottoman emperor, not before, not now, and never will be." An Arab warrior next to him shouted angrily.

Harold shrugged, looked at Muhammad, who was not speaking, and said, "Well, Lord Sheikh, since there is a rebellion here, then as the governor of Kuwait, Yyangphon Pasha will fulfill his duties as a minister of the Ottoman Empire."

After saying that, the thing walked away haughtily.

On the deck of the Marauder, holding a sun umbrella, drinking cold beer, and watching his little slave girl dance in Persia, Big Boss Yang soon got the news of a rebellion in his jurisdiction, and then the thing lazily waved his hand, and the cruiser Marauder next to him immediately put on the starboard side to face Kuwait City in the distance, and then the nine main guns roared at the same time, and in the sound of gramophone music, behind Mina's twisted waist, a background of blood and fire immediately appeared under the clear blue sky.

Accompanied by the cheerful dance steps of the little slave girl, nine 130 cannons kept pouring shells towards Kuwait City in the distance, and soon the cannon fire on the city wall sounded sporadically, but unfortunately the range of their shore defense guns was not even one-third of the 130 cannon, in vain added a few water columns to Mina's background, and also attracted retaliatory artillery fire to themselves, and in less than ten minutes the city had no ability to return fire.

Boss Yang enjoyed this long-lost feeling of killing, he was like a god who dominated fate, watching the ants struggle in vain under his feet, Kuwait City, which had not been built for more than a hundred years, the four-meter-high magnificent city wall, was under the bombardment of large-caliber heavy artillery, turning into ruins one by one, and columns of smoke from shells exploded in the city from time to time, and it could be seen that the Arabs in the city must feel very cool at this time.

Of the nearly 400 crew members on the Marauder, only 100 were whites recruited in Europe, and the rest were all Chinese recruited in China, half of whom were survivors of the Battle of Mawei, and although they had been trained for several months, it was still surprising that they could play at such a level.

The shelling lasted for half an hour, and the walls of Kuwait facing the sea had been largely flattened, and the ancient citadel was like a girl who had been stripped of her coat, trembling and waiting for him to go**.

"Go and ask them if they surrender or not?" Big Boss Yang waved his hand and ordered the shelling to stop, and then called Harold over and said.

Harold shrugged his shoulders and returned to Kuwait City in a dinghy, where he once again conveyed Yang Feng's request to Muhammad in the midst of a sad and indignant gaze.

"Honorable Sheikh, I give you a personal advice, don't make useless struggles, there will be no good end to fighting against people who have as much money as sand in the desert, and if you are obedient and have to give up Kuwait, maybe you will be generously rewarded." Harold said with pity.

"The Sabah family has no habit of surrendering, and has the ability to fight us to the death like a real man." Muhammad roared.

"Cut, a real man should be like me, drinking wine and listening to music, hugging beautiful women and watching others cry." Boss Yang Feng was dismissive of his challenge, but he didn't shell it further, and the small place in Kuwait was basically flat for half a day.

"I am a merciful person, the Sabah family is guilty, and its people are innocent!" The goods let out a sad sigh, and Mina, who was kneeling next to her, lay on his lap very interestingly, and delivered a piece of iced watermelon inserted in a toothpick to his mouth, this little Persian slave girl still can't speak any of Yang Feng's languages, but she trained in the Ottoman hougong not only dances well, but also has first-class skills in observing words and colors, and of course, her skills in bed are also first-class, which is very comforting to Boss Yang's lonely heart.

Of course, this is just talking, in fact, he is now waiting for his ground forces, six merchant ships carrying 2,500 Chinese and Western mixed coalition troops, are coming from Western Australia day and night, three months of intensive training of the mercenaries, led by European officers will be the main force of this counterinsurgency campaign, by the way, these Arabs to test their quality, if it is useful, Yang Feng is ready to recruit another 3,000 to make a brigade.

At the same time, five hundred cavalrymen were arriving in the province of Tongguò Basra, these were the security guards of the Imperial Oil in Persia, but they were called security guards, which were stronger than the regular army, two hundred British veterans who had participated in the First Boer War, plus three hundred Chinese laborers recruited from the United States, Maxim machine guns, Grusen guns, Lee Enfield rifles, automatic pistols, and even eighty-two mortars, which could definitely be said to be armed to the teeth.

There was also an artillery detachment aboard the Marauder, equipped with four Bofors Miss Seven or Five, and the battle would also be a full-fledged arms display.

However, to Yang Feng's surprise, the Kuwaitis actually have helpers, of course, they can't be regarded as helpers, they actually took refuge here, and the leader of the Najd royal family, who was driven out by the Rashid family, is a teenager.

"What did you say that guy was called?" Yang Feng was very curious and asked the British merchant who came to report that the war between him and the Sabah family did not have much impact on the merchants in the city, and in fact, these guys welcomed Boss Yang more.

"Abdulaziz bin Abdullahman bin Faisal al-Saud." Hyde, the tobacco dealer, said with a smile as he looked at the banknote in his hand.

"Let's keep it simple." Yang Feng said impatiently that he now hated the stinky and long names of these down-and-out nobles.

"Ibn . Saudi!" Hyde said quickly.