The Strait of Malacca is the most important golden waterway in Southeast Asia and the most convenient waterway into East Asia from the Indian Ocean. Since the Age of Discovery, it has been a must-have for Western powers.
The first were the Portuguese and the Dutch, then the French and the British. Now even American diplomats are frequently touching this area and are slowly increasing their influence. The important status of Malacca is evident.
People who have never seen this waterway with their own eyes can never imagine the prosperity here. When the Russian fleet flagship St. Peter sailed into the strait through wind and waves, Captain Stefanski couldn't help but secretly exclaimed, "What a prosperous waterway? Why are there so many Boat?"
The Russian fleet sailed through the Port of Medan and headed south until it entered the narrowest part of the Strait of Malacca. The further south it went, the narrower the strait became. At the narrowest point, the distance between the north and south shores was only more than 40 kilometers.
More than forty kilometers may not seem like a close distance, but don’t forget that this body of water serves as the gateway for the entire East Asian goods to enter and leave the Indian Ocean. Materials from all East Asia must be imported to the west through here, and the forty kilometers of sea area allows thousands of people to enter and exit the Indian Ocean. If thousands of cargo ships are packed, it is no longer considered spacious.
"Where is our specific location now?" Stefansky, the commander-in-chief of the Russian Expeditionary Force, shouted.
"Report to the General, our flagship is approaching Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. A little further ahead, you can see the Port of Malacca on the north coast, you can see Indonesia's Dupin Bay to the south, and further ahead, you will reach the most prosperous Lion City, Singapore..."
"So this is not the most prosperous waterway? God, I always thought that the golden waterway of the Baltic Sea was the most prosperous waterway in the world. Today, when I arrived in Asia, I realized how narrow my vision was..."
Stefansky is a lieutenant general with rich combat experience in the Russian Navy. He has been stationed in the Baltic Sea, fought in Crimea and Ottoman Turkey, and can often be seen in the Atlantic and Mediterranean, but only This is his first time in Asia alone.
It was already late at night when the expedition fleet officially entered the narrow waters of the strait. When he found that the originally sparse ship signals on the sea suddenly became denser, he knew that the most prosperous sea area had arrived.
Looking around, the whole strait is full of lights of ships. The sound of sails flapping in the turbulent sea breeze is everywhere. In the night, can there be the sound of sailors' horns at work? Of course, there are also the necessary things before going to sleep. Harmonica music and guitar playing.
The warm sea breeze from the South Ocean blew on them, making the bones of the Russian soldiers who were accustomed to the severe cold in the northern hemisphere go weak.
"This is the warm sea that you Russians dream of, right? God is indeed a bit unfair to you. Why is the brave Russian nation only assigned such a bitter and cold land..."
Following the sound, a man walked out of the shadows, and Stefanski knew who this person was without looking back. "Knight Molière, have you forgotten the agreement between us? The cabin is your place, Your identity cannot be exposed, so it’s better to stay on the deck less often..."
The one who walked out was the French knight Molière, who was unkillable and as tenacious as a cockroach.
Walking to Lieutenant General Stefanski, Molière handed over a cigarette and said calmly, "Don't worry, I won't appear on the deck during the day. It's already late at night, can't I come out for some air?" ?"
Molière stood to the right of the lieutenant general. Stefanski could only see his handsome left face. He said with malice in his heart, "This face is really handsome. No wonder there are rumors in Paris that he had an affair with the French Emperor. It's really More feminine than a woman, but it’s a pity…”
Unfortunately, it was the right side of Molière's face. When he turned his head to light Stefanski's cigarette, people in the moonlight could clearly see the destroyed right half of Molière's face.
The bright red muscles were turned outside, and the new skin was in sharp contrast with the old skin. The scar at the corner of the eye dragged directly behind the ear, and even the nervous system at the right corner of the mouth was damaged, causing it to twitch from time to time.
Angels and devils are combined in one body, the left half of the face is the angel, and the right half of the face is the devil, and all of this is due to the fire in Dakar.
The Zhiyuan's intensive bombing ignited the entire city, and the burning ruins captured Molière underneath. After the governor led people to rescue him, the famous top handsome guy in Paris became such a man, neither a ghost nor a ghost. look like.
Molière seemed to have gotten used to people staring at his scars. He showed no expression at all. He just made a deep circle in his eyes, then pointed at the busy strait and said.
"The Strait of Malacca has been a golden sea route since the seventh or eighth century AD. At that time, China was under the rule of a dynasty called Tang... At that time, the Tang Dynasty had two economic arteries, one through The Silk Road in the desert, and the other one is this golden trade road on the southern sea..."
"The golden trade route in South Asia started in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. It was during the Ming and Qing Dynasties that our European forces entered here to replace the Chinese... I had done a lot of homework in advance for my expedition to Ryukyu, and I was still familiar with everything here. Very familiar!"
Stefanski took a deep breath from his cigarette and sneered, "Have you done a lot of homework in advance? Did it result in a disastrous defeat? Ten warships attacked a small island that didn't even have a navy, and the whole army was wiped out. Do you think this experience is useful to me?" it works?"
"Mr. Molière, please remember that in my personal mind, I am not willing to let you board the ship! If it hadn't been for the secret negotiations between His Majesty the Tsar and His Majesty the Emperor of France, how could I have brought you to Asia? ...Let me accept the opinion of a loser? What a bad luck..."
Strangely enough, the disfigured Molière actually had the calm demeanor of an old monk. Faced with the direct ridicule of the Russian general, he actually resigned himself to it and even laughed.
Without any discernment, Molière smiled and pointed to the sea: "General, do you know how many ships there are on this sea? Can you count them clearly?"
Stefanski was stunned and said subconsciously, "How can you count this clearly? And it's the middle of the night..."
"I can count them all! There are actually only two ships in this strait... only two!"
"Nonsense! You lunatic, I really shouldn't have let you on the boat, you are simply a pervert!" Stefanski turned around and wanted to leave.
"General!" Molière's voice suddenly became louder. "There are only two ships, one is called 'Ming' and the other is called 'Li'. This is the Zen language of the Chinese. Thousands of years ago, they had already learned about the things in the world. There was a profound understanding of running!”
"Everyone in the world is bustling with people, and they all come and go for profit and fame!"
