The Strait of Malacca, the most important golden waterway in Southeast Asia, is the most convenient waterway to enter East Asia from the Indian Ocean. Since the Age of Discovery, this has been a must-fight for the Western powers.

The earliest Portuguese, Dutch, and then French, British. Now even American diplomats are frequently touching this area, slowly increasing their influence, which shows the important position of Malacca.

Those who have never seen this waterway with their own eyes cannot imagine the prosperity here. When the Russian fleet flagship St. Peter sailed into the strait through the wind and waves, Captain Stefansky couldn't help but exclaim in secret, "What a prosperous water? Why are there so many ships?"

The Russian fleet sailed through Medan Port and headed south and entered the narrowest part of the Strait of Malacca. The further south the strait, the narrower it was. The narrowest part was only more than 40 kilometers apart from the north and south sides.

The distance between more than 40 kilometers seems to be not close, but don’t forget that this area of ​​water serves as the gateway for the entire East Asian cargo to enter and exit the Indian Ocean. The entire East Asian material must be imported into the west through here. The 40 kilometers of sea area fills thousands of cargo ships, which is not wide.

"Where are our specific locations now?" yelled Stefansky, commander-in-chief of the Russian Expeditionary Force.

"Report to General, our flagship has approached Kuala Lumpur in Malaysia. You can see the Port of Malacca on the north shore, and the Dubian Bay in Indonesia on the south. Go further to the most prosperous Lion City Star Singapore..."

"So this is not the most prosperous waters? God, I always thought that the golden waterway of the Baltic Sea was the most prosperous waterway in the world. Today I came to Asia and realized how narrow my vision was..."

Stefansky is a lieutenant general with rich combat experience in the Russian naval. He has been stationed in the Baltic Sea, fought in Crimea and Ottoman Turkey, and was often seen in the Atlantic Ocean and the Mediterranean Sea, but this is his first time in Asia.

It was already late at night when the expeditionary fleet officially entered the narrow waters of the strait. When he found that the originally sparse ship signal lights on the sea suddenly became dense, he knew that the most prosperous sea area had arrived.

Looking around, the entire strait is filled with lights of ships, the whistle and sails are everywhere in the turbulent sea breeze. Is there a sound of sailors trumpets in the night? Of course, there are the harmonica music and guitar playing that are necessary before going to bed.

The warm sea breeze in the South Ocean blew on his body, making the Russian soldiers who were accustomed to the severe cold of the Northern Hemisphere all softened their bones.

"This is the warm waters that you Russians dream of? God is indeed a little unfair to you. Why is the brave Russian nation only divided into such a bitter and cold land..."

As the voice came out of the shadow, Stefansky knew who this person was without looking back. "Knight Molière, have you forgotten the agreement between us? The cabin is your location, your identity cannot be exposed, so it is better to come here less on the deck..."

What came out was Molière, the French knight who could not kill and whose life was as tenacious as a cockroach.

Walking to Lieutenant General Stefansky, Molière handed over a cigarette and said lightly, "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 breath?"

Molière stood on the right side of Lieutenant General, and Stefansky could only see his handsome left face. He said maliciously, "This face is indeed handsome. No wonder the rumors of him having an affair with the Emperor in Paris. It's really even more woman than a woman, but it's a pity..."

Unfortunately, Molière's right face. When he turned his head to light a cigarette for Stefansky, people could clearly see Molière's destroyed right half of his face.

The bright red muscles flipped outside, and the newly grown skin formed a sharp contrast with the old skin. The scars at the corners of the eyes were dragged directly behind the ears, and even the nervous system at the right corner of the mouth was damaged, and they thrust from time to time.

Angels and devils are combined together. The left half of the face is the angel and the right half of the face is the devil. All of this is given by the fire in Dakar.

The dense bombing of the Zhiyuan ignited the entire city, and the burning ruins shot Molière below. After the Governor led his men to rescue him, the famous top handsome guy in Paris became like a person who was neither human nor ghost.

Molière seemed to have become accustomed to people's gaze at his scars. He had no expression at all, but just vomited a circle deeply, then pointed at the busy strait and said.

"The Strait of Malacca has been a golden route on the sea since the 7th and 8th century AD. At that time, 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 passing through the desert, and the other was the golden route on the southern sea..."

"The Golden Trading in South Asia originated in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty. Our European forces entered here to replace the Chinese status in the Ming and Qing Dynasties... I had done a lot of homework in advance to go to the expedition to Ryukyu, and I was still very familiar with everything here!"

Stefansky took a deep breath of cigarette and sneered, "Do you do a lot of homework in advance? Is it a crushing defeat? Ten warships attacked an island without even a navy, and they were wiped out. Do you think this kind of experience is useful to me?"

"Mr. Molière, please remember that in my personal mind, I am unwilling to let you board the ship! If the great Tsar had not had a secret negotiation with the French Emperor, how could I bring you to Asia... Let me accept the opinions of a loser? It would be so unlucky..."

It is strange that Molière, who was disfigured, had a hint of an old monk's meditation. Faced with the direct ridicule of the Russian general, he actually spitted himself and even laughed.

Without any discernment, Mori smiled and pointed his hand at the sea. "General, do you know how many boats there are on this sea? Can you count it clearly?"

Stefansky was stunned and said subconsciously, "How can you count clearly? And it's midnight..."

"I can count! There are actually only two boats in this strait... only two!"

"Nonsense! You lunatic, I really shouldn't have let you get on the boat. You're simply a pervert!" Stefansky turned his head and wanted to leave.

"General!" Molière suddenly became louder. "There are only two boats, one is called 'fame' and the other is called 'li'. This is the Chinese Zen language cleverness. They had already had a profound understanding of the operation of the world thousands of years ago!"

"The world is bustling with people, all for profit and fame!"
Chapter completed!