Many countries and nations in this world have had their ancestors, such as the Ottoman Empire, which once spanned Europe, Asia and Africa. But not every nation can rise again in suffering.

After one more time, the local chicken was at its peak and became the "Sick Man in Xiya". However, after joining NATO, this sick man was able to get along with everything and lived a very comfortable life.

Zhou Qingfeng ordered Erin to take Meow Meow and the little goblins to stay in Borispoel to help Marco stabilize the situation of Ermao's family. He flew to Istanbul alone as a tourist with a fake visa.

Countless poets praise this big city spanning Eurasia, and countless tourists linger in the Bosphorus, which divides the city into two.

As a human settlement that began to be built in the sixth century BC, Istanbul not only has beautiful natural scenery, but also has cultural relics left over from the ancient Roman period.

Those who have been in the industrial society for a long time will indeed like the quaintness and excitement here. But... Mr. Zhou doesn't care about this. He came out of the airport and called out a taxi, saying that he wanted to stroll around the city.

Although Asians are rare, bearded drivers are used to seeing tourists and drive Zhou Qingfeng to run around the streets and alleys, enthusiastically introducing various tourist attractions.

The city has dense buildings and narrow roads. There are no high-rise buildings, most of which are low brick and stone houses. To put it nicely, it is called "full of exoticism and a sense of life". If not nicely, it is just an oversized ordinary town.

There weren't many beautiful girls on the street, but there were quite a few aunts. Even if there were some, they were wrapped in a headscarf, and they were even more dreaming to see their white legs. Zhou Qingfeng chose a small hotel to stay in, and then opened the map.

The native chickens have a First Army in Istanbul, with the 2nd, 3rd and 5th Army. The 2nd Army is in Chanakaré in the Dardanelles, the 3rd Army is in Shishley, and the 5th Army is in Joellu.

The navy has a base in Istanbul, but the second-hand frigates obtained from the United States in later generations have not arrived yet. Now the port is full of broken ships.

As for the Air Force, Istanbul only has one Fifteenth Air Defense Missile Wing. Fighters such as F-16 have to be found elsewhere.

According to the information left by the KGB, Zhou Qingfeng was able to master detailed information on the military and equipment garrisons of all troops of the local chicken. He knew what the name of the officer at the battalion level and above, what he looked like, and his promotion resume.

But the local chicken is not HK, so it would be not good to drive a tank here to go to the streets. If they have serious military power, if they are too arrogant, a ground-to-ground missile will come from the air, and Mr. Zhou will have to ascend to heaven.

Besides, a normal blow is like tickling for a native chicken. It must be a little harder. It must make it hurt but cannot scream.

This requires some imagination.

Zhou Qingfeng looked around on the map, and finally his eyes fell on the Marmara Sea - the smallest sea in the world, located between the Bosphorus and the Dardanelles, the intersection of the Eurasian continent.

The Marmara Sea is the Black Sea to the east and the Aegean Sea to the west, which is also a busy commercial channel. Once something happens here, it will inevitably attract the attention of the world.

The sea is deep enough, with an average depth of nearly 200 meters. In comparison, the average water depth of the Bohai Sea is less than 20 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 chicken navy is afraid it will jump three feet high."

submarine?

No, no, this is too big and it is easy to get out of control. If NATO is brought in, you will have to 'can't eat it, so you can't take it and take it away'.

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 quietly looked at the ceiling. After a long time, he opened the time and space door and returned to the cold wind city of another world.

After half a year of battle at Banshee Castle, the north has calmed down.

The cold-wind city has developed in a silence, relying on many measures such as liberating labor, reclaiming land, building water conservancy, and scientific farming. The grain output this year is four times higher than in the past.

The single-acre yield of wheat increased from a pitiful fifty or sixty kilograms to one hundred kilograms. Coupled with the output of various grains, the residents inside and outside the city have a rich happiness - the number of people who freeze to death this winter should be greatly reduced.

The various new policies issued by the Lord were forced to be pushed for half a year. By eliminating the aristocratic class, rebuilding the bureaucratic system, and improving taxes and transportation, a less cruel and cruel regime was quickly established.

Just because I can eat more food, tens of thousands of refugees have defected to me in the past six months.

Regarding internal affairs, Zhou Qingfeng did not take much care of the policy and left everything to Xili. When he returned to another world, he appeared in the city lord's mansion and operated the "altar of faith".

Previously, three goddesses appeared at the same time, fusing the three treasures into one. The "Gate of True Knowledge" was also integrated into the altar of faith. Zhou Qingfeng wanted to check it out - what can cause trouble in the sea?

The query was fruitless, but...

Suddenly, brilliant golden light radiated in the city lord's mansion, and countless colorful strips burst out, like the decoration of festivals. The complex and exquisite patterns, walls, columns, ceilings, and even the floors appeared on the building.

Luxurious precious metals and gems are shining, and servants and guards seem to be in a treasure house, with money everywhere they see. This change is so touching, intoxicating, and difficult to control.

Even the "Altar of Faith" that Zhou Qingfeng is using has more beautiful patterns. When he sees it carefully, he is composed of expensive magic metals and coin symbols. His mental power scans behind him and asks with a sigh: "Which noble god is coming?"

"Young man, you can turn around." A cheerful female voice shouted behind her back: "I appear in the form of a saint, you can look directly at me."

The goddesses before all had clones crossed the plane barrier and ran from the Kingdom of God to the main material world. Zhou Qingfeng would become ministers under his skirt at a glance.

Now this person...

Turning around, behind him was a young, beautiful, slim and seductive woman. Zhou Qingfeng only glanced at her and was stinging her eyes by the dazzling light, as if she was looking directly at the sun.

The goddess has long bright golden hair and a golden magic crown. Her eyes are like dazzling golden balls, shining brightly.

She wore a silk robe covered with gems and gold threads, a brilliant cloak made of gold coins, a tie made of gold on 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 likes to show off.

"Dear Goddess of Trade and Wealth, your gold outfit is too eye-catching, which actually covers up your beauty." Zhou Qingfeng said sourly.

Friend of merchants - Wojin.

The golden goddess giggled, she threw a coin in her hand and said, "Victor Hugo, I like everything I do in Hanfeng City. Would you like to make a bet with me?"

"I don't want to." Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, "I just say something."

"I'm so cold, I rejected me ruthlessly. But I still like you."

Wojin didn't care, jumped to Zhou Qingfeng, and flashed over to the "Altar of Faith". She gently stretched out her hand to touch the operation interface on the altar.

There were countless powers of faith mixed in the altar, and one of the faiths with golden threads was drawn out. First, there was a trickle, but soon entered Wojin's body with a surging momentum.

The golden goddess raised her neck lightly and let out a low cry of joy like a moan. She trembled slightly, her face was red, and she enjoyed intoxication until she slowly fell and lay lazily on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng did not stop him throughout the whole process, but just watched quietly.

After extracting the power of faith he needed, Wojin was fascinated for a long time before opening his eyes, stretching out his hand and chuckling, "Dear, I can't get up if I pull me a hand."

Zhou Qingfeng remained motionless.

Woking continued to shout, "I really can't get up, please."
Chapter completed!