Many countries and nations in this world have prosperous ancestors, such as the Ottoman Empire, which once spanned Europe, Asia and Africa. But not every nation can rise again amid suffering.
The native chicken once got rich once and that was the peak, and then he was reduced to the "sick man of West Asia". However, after joining NATO, this sick man got the best of both worlds and lived a good life.
Zhou Qingfeng ordered Irene to take Meow and the goblins to stay in Boryspil to help Marcos stabilize the situation of Ermao's family. He took a fake visa and flew to Istanbul alone as a tourist.
There are countless poets praising this large city spanning Europe and Asia, and countless tourists linger on the Bosporus Strait that divides the city into two.
As a human settlement that began in the sixth century BC, Istanbul not only has beautiful natural scenery, but also has cultural relics left over from the ancient Roman period.
People who have stayed in industrial society for a long time will indeed like the simplicity and bustle here. But...Uncle Zhou didn't care about this. He came out of the airport and called a taxi casually, saying that he wanted to go shopping in the city.
Although Asians are rare, the bearded driver is used to seeing tourists. He drove Zhou Qingfeng around the streets and alleys, enthusiastically introducing various tourist attractions.
The buildings in the city are dense and the roads are narrow. There are no high-rise buildings, and most of them are low-rise brick and stone houses. To put it nicely, it is called "full of exotic atmosphere and life atmosphere", but to put it worse, it is just an oversized ordinary town.
There were not many pretty girls on the street, but there were quite a few aunties. Even those who were there were wearing headscarves, and it was a dream to see big white legs. Zhou Qingfeng randomly chose a small hotel to stay, and then opened the map.
Turkey has a First Army in Istanbul, which consists of the 2nd, 3rd, and 5th armies. The 2nd Army is in Canakkale on the Dardanelles Strait, the 3rd Army is in Sisli, and the 5th Army is in Qiao.
Erlu.
Its navy has a base in Istanbul, but the second-hand frigates obtained from the United States in later generations have not yet arrived. Now the port is full of broken ships.
As for the Air Force, there is only one 15th Air Defense Missile Wing in Istanbul. Fighters like F-16s have to be found elsewhere.
Based on the intelligence left by the KGB, Zhou Qingfeng was able to master detailed information such as the strength, equipment, and locations of all units of all branches of the Turkish Army. He also knew the names of officers above the company and battalion level, what they looked like, and their promotion history.
But local chickens are not hk. It would not be good to drive tanks on the streets here. They have serious military power. If they are too arrogant, a ground-attack missile will be fired from the air, and Uncle Zhou will have to ascend to the sky.
Besides, an ordinary blow is like scratching an itch for a chicken, so it must be harsh. It should hurt but make it silent.
This requires some imagination.
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 Bosporus and the Dardanelles, the intersection of the Eurasian continent.
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The Sea of Marmara is bounded by the Black Sea to the east and the Aegean Sea to the west. It is also a busy commercial waterway. Once something happens here, it will definitely attract the attention of the world.
This sea is deep enough, with an average depth of nearly two hundred meters. In comparison, the Bohai Sea's average water depth is less than twenty meters, which is as pitiful as a bathtub.
"If a hostile submarine appears in this sea." Zhou Qingfeng used his brain and let himself go, "the native navy will probably jump three feet high."
submarine?
No, no, this is too big a fuss and can easily get out of control. If NATO is brought in, we will have to go around in circles without being able to eat.
It can’t be a submarine, so what can it be?
Zhou Qingfeng lay on the wooden bed in the small hotel, turned off the lights, and stared at the ceiling quietly. After a long time, he opened the space-time door and returned to the cold wind city in another world.
Half a year has passed since the battle at Banshee Castle, and the Northland has become peaceful.
Hanfeng City developed in a hurry, relying on many measures such as liberating the labor force, reclaiming land, building water conservancy projects, and scientific farming. This year's grain output was four times higher than in the past.
The wheat yield per acre has increased from a measly 50 to 60 kilograms to a hundred kilograms. Coupled with the output of various miscellaneous grains, residents in and outside the city have a sense of abundance and happiness - the number of people freezing to death this winter should be greatly reduced.
Various new policies enacted by the lords were pushed forward for half a year. By eliminating the aristocracy, rebuilding the bureaucracy, and improving taxes and transportation, a less cruel and ruthless regime was quickly established.
Just because they have more food to eat, tens of thousands of refugees have fled here in the past six months.
Regarding internal affairs, Zhou Qingfeng would not care much after formulating policies and leave everything to Xili. When he returned to the other world, he would appear in the city lord's palace and operate the 'Altar of Faith'.
Three goddesses appeared at the same time before and merged the three treasures into one. The 'Gate of True Knowledge' was also integrated into the altar of faith. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to check - is there anything that can cause trouble in the sea?
The query was fruitless, but...
The city lord's palace suddenly radiated brilliant golden light, and countless colorful strips shot out, like festive decorations. Complex and exquisite patterns appeared on the building, and the walls, columns, ceilings, and even the floor became resplendent.
Luxurious precious metals and gems were shining, and the servants and guards seemed to be in a treasure house, with money everywhere they could see. This change was breathtaking, intoxicating, and difficult to control.
Even the 'Altar of Faith' that Zhou Qingfeng was using had many beautiful patterns. Upon closer inspection, it was made of expensive magic metals and coin symbols. He scanned behind him with his mental power, and asked with a sigh: "Excuse me, where is it?"
A noble god has arrived?"
"Young man, you can turn around." A cheerful female voice shouted from behind: "I appear in the form of a saint, you can look directly at me."
The previous goddesses all had their avatars cross the plane barrier and run from the Kingdom of God to the main material world. Zhou Qingfeng would turn into a slave girl just by looking at them.
Now this...
Turning around, there was a young, beautiful, slim and alluring woman behind him. Zhou Qingfeng only took one look, and his eyes were stung by the dazzling light she exuded, as if he was looking directly at the sun.
This goddess has long bright golden hair, a golden crown on her head, and her eyes are like dazzling golden balls, shining brightly.
She wore a silk robe studded with precious stones and gold threads, a brilliant cloak strung with gold coins, a belt made of gold around her waist, and even the boots under her feet were decorated with pearls and gold.
There is only one goddess who likes gold so much and loves to show off.
"Dear goddess of trade and wealth, your gold dress is too eye-catching, and it actually covers up your beauty." Zhou Qingfeng said sourly.
Merchant's Friend - Woking.
The golden goddess giggled. She tossed a coin in her hand and said, "Victor Hugo, I really like everything I do in Cold Wind City. Are you willing to make a bet with me?"
"I don't want to." Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, "If you have something to say, just tell me."
"You are so indifferent. You rejected me mercilessly. But I still like you."
Wojin didn't take it seriously, and jumped closer to Zhou Qingfeng, then flashed over to the 'Altar of Faith'. She gently stretched out her hand and touched the operation interface on the altar.
The altar was mixed with the power of countless faiths, and pieces of faith colored with golden threads were drawn out. It was a trickle at first, but soon entered Wojin's body in a surging force.
The golden goddess raised her neck lightly and let out a low moan of joy. She was trembling slightly, her face was red, and she was enjoying it so much that she slowly fell down and lay lazily on the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng did not stop him during the whole process and just watched quietly.
After extracting the power of faith he needed, Wojin was intoxicated for a long time before he opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and chuckled: "My dear, please give me a hand, I can't get up."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't move.
Wo'jin continued to shout softly: "I really can't get up, please."
Alas..., Zhou Qingfeng sighed and reached out to pull. But as soon as he stretched out his arm, he was sucked into Wo Jin's arms. The goddess whispered coquettishly in his ear: "Little guy, I want a reward.