Many countries and nations in this world have been ancestors, such as the Ottoman Empire, which once spanned Europe, Asia and Africa. But not every nation can rise again in the midst of suffering.

The local chicken is the peak once wide, and then it becomes the 'sick man of West Asia'. However, after joining NATO, this sick man has been left and right, and his life is quite nourishing.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered Erin to take Meow Meow and the goblins to stay in Boryspil to help Marco stabilize the situation of the Ermao family. He flew to Istanbul alone as a tourist with a fake visa.

There are countless poets who praise this great city that straddles Europe and Asia, and countless tourists who linger on the Bosphorus, which will divide the city in two.

As a human settlement that began in the 6th century BC, Istanbul is home to beautiful natural scenery and cultural relics from the Roman period.

Those who have spent a lot of time in an industrial society will indeed enjoy the quaintness and liveliness of the place. But ......, Uncle Zhou doesn't care about this. He came out of the airport and casually called a taxi, saying that he wanted to walk around the city.

Although Asians are rare, bearded drivers are accustomed to seeing tourists, driving Zhou Qingfeng around the streets and alleys, enthusiastically introducing various tourist attractions.

The city is densely built and the roads are narrow. There are no high-rise buildings, mostly low masonry houses. It's better to say it's 'exotic and life-like', but it's just an oversized town.

I don't see any beautiful girls on the street, but there are a lot of aunts. Even if there is, he is wrapped in a headscarf, and it is even more of a dream to see the big white legs. Zhou Qingfeng casually chose a small hotel to live in, and then flipped through the map.

Tuji had a First Army in Istanbul with the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th armies. The 2nd Army was at Canakkale in the Dardanelles, the 3rd Army was at Shishli, and the 5th Army was at Chollu.

Its navy has a base in Istanbul, but the second-hand frigates that later came from the United States have not yet arrived. Now the harbor is full of wrecked ships.

As for the Air Force, Istanbul has only one 15th anti-aircraft missile wing. Fighters like the F-16 have to look elsewhere.

According to the intelligence left behind by the KGB, Zhou Qingfeng was able to grasp the detailed information about the troops, equipment, and locations of all units of the various branches of the local chicken. Officers at and above the company and battalion level know their surnames, what they look like, and their promotion resumes.

But the local chicken is not HK, and it is not good to drive a tank on the street here. People have decent military strength, if they are too arrogant, a ground-to-ground missile comes from the air, and Uncle Zhou will have to ascend to heaven.

Besides, the general blow is like an itch for the local chicken, and it must be ruthless. I want to make it hurt but can't scream.

That's where imagination comes in.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around on the map, and finally his eyes fell on the Sea of Marmara, the smallest sea in the world, located between the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles, at the meeting point of the Eurasian continent.

The Sea of Marmara, with the Black Sea to the east and the Aegean Sea to the west, is also a busy commercial waterway. Once something happens here, it will inevitably attract the attention of the world.

This sea is deep enough, with an average depth of nearly two hundred meters. In contrast, the average depth of the Bohai Sea is less than 20 meters, which is as pitiful as a bathtub.

"If a hostile submarine appears in this sea." Zhou Qingfeng used his brains and let himself go, "I'm afraid that the Native Chicken Navy will jump three feet high." ”

Submarine?

No, no, this is too big a fuss and easy to get out of control. If NATO is also brought in, it will have to 'go around if you can't eat'.

It can't be a submarine, so what can it be?

Zhou Qingfeng lay on the wooden bed of the small hotel, turned off the lights, and quietly stared at the ceiling. After a long time, he opened the gate of time and space and returned to the otherworldly Coldwind City.

Half a year after the battle in the Banshee Castle, the Northland has calmed down.

Relying on many measures such as liberating labor, reclaiming land, building water conservancy, and scientific farming, the grain output this year was four times higher than in the past.

The yield of wheat per mu has risen from a pitiful fifty or sixty kilograms to a hundred kilograms, and with the output of various miscellaneous grains, there is a kind of abundant happiness among the inhabitants inside and outside the city - the number of people who freeze to death this winter should be greatly reduced.

The new policies promulgated by His Excellency the lord were forcibly pushed for half a year. By purging the aristocracy, rebuilding the bureaucracy, and improving taxes and transportation, a less brutal and ruthless regime was quickly established.

Just because they can eat more, in the past six months, tens of thousands of displaced people have defected.

As for internal affairs, Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care much about formulating policies, and leaves everything to Heli. When he returned to the Otherworld, he appeared in the City Lord's Mansion and operated the 'Altar of Faith'.

Previously, three goddesses appeared at the same time, fusing the three treasures into one. The 'Gate of True Knowledge' was also integrated into the altar of faith, and Zhou Qingfeng wanted to inquire - what could be done in the sea?

The query was fruitless, but ......

The city lord's mansion suddenly radiated brilliant golden light, and countless colorful stripes burst out, like a festival embellishment. The walls of the building, the columns, the ceiling, and even the floor have become golden.

Luxurious precious metals and gemstones shine, and servants and guards are in a treasure trove, with money everywhere they look. This change is moving, intoxicating, and difficult to control.

Even the 'Altar of Faith' that Zhou Qingfeng was using had a lot of beautiful patterns, and when you looked closely, it was all made of expensive magic metals and coin symbols. His spiritual power scanned behind him, and he sighed and asked, "May I ask which noble deity has descended?" ”

"Young man, you can turn around." A cheerful female voice shouted from behind, "I appear in the form of a sage, you can look me in the eye." ”

The previous goddesses were all doppelgangers who crossed the plane barrier and ran from the kingdom of God to the main material realm. Zhou Qingfeng will become a minister under the skirt when he looks at them.

Now this ......

Turning around, there was a young and beautiful woman in the back, slender and seductive. Zhou Qingfeng only glanced at it, and was stinged by the dazzling brilliance she exuded, as if he was looking directly at the sun.

This goddess has long bright blonde hair, wears a crown of golden light, and her eyes are like dazzling golden balls, shining brightly.

She wore a silk robe embellished with precious stones and gold threads, a splendid cloak of gold coins, a belt made of gold around her waist, and even her boots were embellished with pearls and gold.

There is only one goddess who can like gold so much and like to show off.

"Honorable goddess of trade and wealth, your gold dress is too dazzling, and it only hides your beauty." Zhou Qingfeng said sourly.

Friends of the businessman - Woking.

The golden goddess giggled, tossed a coin in her hand, and said, "Victor. Hugo, I love everything I do in Coldwind. Would you like to make a bet with me? ”

"I don't want to." Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, "Tell me something straight." ”

"What a callous, ruthlessly rejected me. But I still like you. ”

Wojin didn't care, jumped close to Zhou Qingfeng, and flashed over to the 'altar of faith'. She gently reached out and touched the interface on the altar.

The altar was mixed with countless faith powers, and one of the beliefs with the color of gold threads was extracted. At first it trickled, but soon entered Woking's body with a surging momentum.

The golden goddess lifted her neck and let out a low cry of joy like a moan. She trembled slightly, her face turned red, and she enjoyed it like a fascination, until she slowly sat down and lay lazily on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't stop the whole process, just watched quietly.

After extracting the power of faith he needed, Woking was drunk for a long time before he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and chuckled: "Honey, pull me, I can't get up." ”

Zhou Qingfeng did not move.

Woking continued to shout, "I really can't get up, please." ”

Alas, ......, Zhou Qingfeng sighed and reached out to pull. But as soon as his arm was stretched out, he was sucked into Woking's arms. The goddess whispered coquettishly in his ear, "Little one, I want to reward you, and you must not refuse." ”