As Churchill Sr. said when he persuaded his son to become Viceroy of India, the Gulf of Aden and Yemen were also under the jurisdiction of the Viceroy of India.

Historically, Yemen was subjugated to the Ethiopian kingdom of Aksum, Sassanid Persia, the Arab Empire, and later became part of the Ottoman Empire.

Beginning in the 16th century, the Portuguese and the British invaded Yemen and established European colonies.

Strangling the Gulf of Aden created an important obstacle for the westward expansion of the Ming fleet.

But fortunately, although Brother Abdul was beaten by his strong neighbors in the north, his nose and face were swollen, but when he crusaded against the southern tribes, he still showed such a loss of martial virtue.

Behind the Yemeni Houthis stand their fellow Shiite Persians, and behind the Persians stand the British.

But now neither the Persians nor the British have any power left to take care of Yemen.

During the Ottoman crusade against Egypt, a detachment marched south along the eastern shore of the Red Sea, destroying the British stronghold in Yemen and resubmitting the six southern Yemeni sultanates to the "caliphate".

This allowed the Ming expeditionary fleet, coordinated by Ali Pasha, to carry out a low-key replenishment in the Gulf of Aden in the name of an armed cargo fleet.

His Majesty Zhu Fugui can also eat the traditional Arabic cuisine of roasted camels.

Actually, today's breakfast was roasted camel, spider crab, shark pudding, parrot fish, arabic cake, vegetable salad, fruit, seafood, barbecue, coffee, juice, raw cheese, black tea, etc.

Zhu Fugui simply took a bite accompanied by Lao Li, and the two of them jointly completed the goal of not wasting food.

Then, Zhu Fugui prepared to gather all the accompanying generals for the last pre-war exercise.

Once you pass through Yemen, you will enter the Red Sea.

Whether it is Arabia or Egypt, there is the infiltration of British power.

Zhu Fugui believed that sooner or later London would learn of the arrival of the Ming fleet.

Therefore, after entering the Red Sea, the fleet must race against time, advance quickly, and kill with one blow before the British and Russian sides are on alert.

However, before the meeting, Zhu Fugui had to wait for a period of airwaves.

A radio wave from Constantinople.

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Constantinople, clinic of Dr. Çavuşoğlu.

A woman in a burqa looked left and right, and walked in with a hurried expression.

However, she didn't come to dispense medicine, but walked straight into the consultation room.

Here, a chubby Jew is drinking coffee.

He gently shook the quaint glass in his hand and smelled the aroma of coffee intoxicated: "Her Royal Highness the Prince of Battenberg, don't you have a cup of hot Haitian coffee?" I promise they're much better than Indian coffee! ”

The woman removed her burqa, revealing a face that was very different from that of a Middle Eastern woman, with distinctly German femininity.

She is the second daughter of the Duke of Hesse and the sister of the Empress of Russia, Prince Julia.

She looked at the despicable Jew in front of her with disgust.

Sure enough, the servants of the tyrant are also so disgusting.

Mr. Zhu Youzhen will definitely cry in heaven!

"Swear to God, I don't want to touch you infidels, filthy stinky money!"

Julia cursed as she placed a document on the table as she quickly shoved a thick envelope into her Han Yun bag.

Tang Sangui smiled and didn't speak.

I am the first believer of Jehovah, the only Messiah who walks the world, and you Germanic barbarian!

However, there is no need to say such bad words to each other.

After all, as the king of Pingxi of the Ming Dynasty and the king of Hebrew Judah, he has to be more personable than a mere prince of Battenberg.

asked Julia to send away, Tang Sangui slapped his hands in fear.

A man stepped out from behind the screen.

"See, Brother Shang Kexi, no one in this world is clear, are you still worried about your choice?"

Akshan, or as he should be called a man who is still happy, nodded again and again, and said: "Believing in the Russians is the biggest mistake of my life, and throwing myself into the arms of the Ming Dynasty is the greatest honor of my life." ”

Tang Sangui smiled and picked up the documents sold by Julia and flipped through them casually.

Suddenly, his smile paused, and then he smiled even brighter.

"Dude, come and see this, it's so interesting."

Shang Kexi took the document, it was in English, but for a child of an Ottoman nobleman like him, he was very proficient in English and French.

looked at the content at a glance, and Shang Kexi's face turned into a white paper.

I saw that a small part of the documents that Julia brought were about how to govern Constantinople.

Among them, the plan to use the head of the head of the Akshan regiment commander as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the local faction, so that the content of the withdrawal of more than 23 MSLs from Constantinople was impressively listed on paper.

Although Akshan could not rule out that this was a play directed and staged by the cunning Jew, his contacts with the Russians these days, especially the appearance of the real female prince, convinced him that the despicable and shameless Russians were indeed intent on killing him.

"Take it easy, my little brother."

Tang Sangui patted him on the shoulder from behind and said, "The Russians want to kill the head of the Sultan Guards Regiment, Akshan, what do you care about?" As long as you get things done for our emperor, Fengdu Wuguo City Apartment has your own private room.

Not only that, as far as this king knows, this time His Majesty the Emperor has given an additional 200 asylum places, as long as you work hard, your wife and daughter can live in Daming. ”

"Uh...... Isn't it okay for my son? I have twenty-three sons......" Shang Kexi hesitated.

"Niang Xipi!"

Tang Sangui scolded the Ming Kingdom, "Twenty-three sons? Didn't your prophet say that you could only marry four wives? How do you have so many sons? ”

"Uh...... That one...... Maybe I'm not a devout believer......" Shang Kexi lowered his head.

"Forget it, you pick a few sons who are pleasing to the eye."

Tang Sangui covered his forehead, "The rules for naturalization in the Ming Dynasty are very strict, your daughter is easy to handle, and most of your sons will not be able to enter the naturalization, but this king can ask his old friend American Doctor Potter to place your sons, it's really not good, Mr. Hong Taoliu of the Taiping Kingdom needs money very much, you can definitely arrange it properly if you pay some sponsorship money, that is, those Taiping people are very fanatical about worshipping God, and they are afraid that your sons will ......"

Shang Kexi opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he had to accept his fate.

It is better to go to the country of Taipingni than to die at the hands of the Russians.

Tang Sangui nodded, and continued: "You see if there is any problem with the information of this Germanic girl, especially whether the location of Mr. Abdul's detention is consistent with what you have, if there is no problem, we will send a telegram to Long Live Lord!" ”