C1156 Malacca Strait

Malacca Strait was the most important golden waterway in Southeast Asia. It was the easiest way to enter East Asia from the Indian Ocean.

The first Portuguese s were replaced by the Frenchmen. Now, even the American diplomats frequently came into contact with this area and gradually increased their influence. It was evident how important the Malacca was.

No one who had seen this waterway with their own eyes would be able to imagine how bustling it was here. When the Russian fleet's flagship St. Peter rode the waves and entered the Strait, Captain EdStefanski could not help but exclaim inwardly, "What a bustling water area? Why are there so many ships? "

The Russian fleet headed south from the Mai Lan Port and reached the narrowest area of the Malacca Strait. The further south they went, the narrower the channel became.

Although it looked like they were not very close, they did not forget that the waters were the gateway to the Indian Ocean for all East Asian cargo to enter and leave. The waters were not wide even though there were tens of thousands of cargo ships packed to the west from all over East Asia.

"Where are we right now?" The commander of the Russian Expeditionary Force, EdStefanski, roared.

"Reporting to General, our flagship is approaching Kuala Lumpur, a little further north, we will be able to see the Malacca Port, and to the south, we will be able to see the Dubian Bay in Indonesia. If we go any further, we will reach the most prosperous Singapore …"

"So this isn't the most prosperous area of water?" "My God, I always thought that the Baltic's golden channel was the most prosperous channel in the world. Now that I'm in Asia, I can't understand how narrow my vision was before …"

EdStefanski was a very experienced lieutenant in naval warfare in the Russia. He had been stationed in the Baltic Sea before, had fought in Crimea and Ottoman Turkey before, and his figure could be seen frequently in the Atlantic and Mediterranean seas. However, this was his first time in Asia.

It was already late at night when the expedition fleet officially entered the narrow waters of the Strait. When he noticed that the sparse number of lights on the surface of the sea suddenly became denser, he knew that they had arrived at the most bustling area.

As far as the eye could see, the whole channel was filled with the lights of the ships, the sound of the sails flapping against the sea breeze, the sound of sailors' bugles during work, and of course, the necessary harmonica music and guitars before they went to sleep.

The warm sea breeze blew on their bodies, causing the Russian soldier who were used to the cold in the northern hemisphere to soften their bones.

"Is this the warm sea realm that you Russian dream of? God is indeed a little unfair to you. Why did the brave Russian nation only get a piece of the bitter cold land... "

Following the voice, a man walked out from the shadows. EdStefanski did not even need to turn his head to know who the man was. "The hold of the ship is your position, your identity cannot be revealed, it's better if you don't come here on the deck …"

The one who walked out was the French Knight Molière who could not be killed and whose life was as tenacious as a cockroach.

Walking to the General EdStefanski's side, Molière handed over a cigarette and lightly said, "Don't worry, I won't appear on the deck during the day, it's already late at night, can't I still come out to take a breather?"

Molière stood on the right side of the lieutenant general and could only see his delicate and pretty left side of his face. He said with malice in his heart, "This face is indeed handsome, no wonder the rumors of him having an affair with French Emperor spread out in Paris. He is more of a woman than a woman, but what a pity …"

Unfortunately, Molière's right cheek, when he turned around and lit up a cigarette for EdStefanski, the people in the moonlight could clearly see the destroyed right half of his face.

Fresh red muscles rolled over on the outside, and the new skin was in stark contrast to the old skin. The scar at the corner of his eye was directly behind his ear, and even the nervous system at the right corner of his mouth was damaged.

Angels and devils were gathered together, one side of the face was an angel, the other side was a devil, and all of this was thanks to the great fire in Dakar.

The dense bombardment of Zhiyuan Warship lit the entire city ablaze. The burning ruins left Molière at the bottom of the city, and after the Governor brought his men to rescue him, the famous top-notch handsome guy in Paris had turned into something that was neither human nor ghost.

As if Molière was already used to people staring at his scar, he didn't have the slightest expression on his face.

"The Malacca Strait has been a golden route in the ocean since the seventies and eighties, when China was under the rule of a dynasty called Tang … At that time, the Tang Dynasty had two major economic arteries. One was the Silk Road, which traversed the desert, while the other was the Gold Merchant Road, which was located on the southern seas … "

"The Golden Merchant Road of South Asia originated from the Tang Dynasty, and flourished in the Song Dynasty. Our European powers have entered this place to replace the Chinese in the Ming and Qing dynasties … In order to explore the Ryukyu, I have done a lot of homework in advance, so I am extremely familiar with everything here! "

EdStefanski sucked in a mouthful of smoke and sneered, "You did a lot of homework in advance? Was the result a terrible defeat? Ten battleships attacking an island without a navy, yet they were all wiped out. Do you think this experience is useful to me? "

"Mr. Molière, please remember, in my heart, I am not willing to let you board the ship! If it weren't for the secret negotiation between the great His Majesty the Tsar and the Emperor of France, how could I have brought you to Asia … Let me accept the opinion of a loser? "What bad luck …"

Speaking of which, it was strange that the disfigured Molière had a demeanor that was similar to an old monk's meditation. Facing the Russia General's direct mockery, he actually did it without any shame, and even smiled.

Without any response, Molière smiled and pointed to the ocean, "General, do you know how many boats there are on this ocean? Can you count them? "

EdStefanski was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "How can you count this clearly? "It's midnight now …"

"I can count them all! There are only two ships in this channel... There are only two! "

"Nonsense!" "You lunatic, I really shouldn't have let you board the ship. You are simply a pervert!" EdStefanski turned his head and wanted to leave.

"General!" Molière suddenly shouted, "There are only two boats, one is called 'Li', and the other is called 'Li'. These are the Zen language of the Chinese people, they have already gained a deep understanding of the workings of the human world several thousand years ago!"

"The world is bustling with activity and fame!"