Chapter 742: Woking

Many countries and ethnic ancestors in this world are broad, such as the Ottoman Empire that once crossed Europe, Asia and Africa. But not every nation can rise again in suffering.
The native chicken is the pinnacle after being widened once, and then reduced to a ‘sick man in West Asia’. However, after joining NATO, this sick man has been around for a while, and he is still alive.
Zhou Qingfeng instructed Irene to take the meows and goblins to stay in Borispol to help Marcos stabilize the situation of the Ermao family. He took a fake visa and flew to Istanbul alone as a tourist.
Countless poets praise this big city across Europe and Asia, and countless tourists linger on the Bosphorus Strait that divides the city into two.
As a human settlement built in the 6th century BC, Istanbul has cultural beauty left over from the Roman period in addition to its beautiful natural scenery.
People who have been in the industrial society for a long time will really like the simplicity and liveliness here. But... Uncle Zhou doesn't care about this. He came out of the airport and shouted a taxi casually, saying he wanted to stroll around the city.
Although Asians are rare, bearded drivers are accustomed to tourists, driving Zhou Qingfeng in the streets and all around, enthusiastically introducing various tourist attractions.
The city has dense buildings and narrow roads. There are no high-rise buildings, mostly low-rise masonry houses. To put it bluntly, it's called "exotic and life-like", but it's not a good-sized ordinary town.
There are no pretty girls on the street, but aunts are quite a lot. Even if there is a headscarf, I want to see big white legs is a dream. Zhou Qingfeng randomly chose a small hotel to stay, and then opened the map.
Turkey has a first army in Istanbul, under the jurisdiction of the 2nd, 3rd and 5th army. The 2nd Army was in Canakkale in the Dardanelles, the 3rd Army was in Sisli, and the 5th Army was in Chollu.
His navy had a base in Istanbul, but the second-hand frigates obtained from the United States have not yet come. Now the port is full of broken ships.
As for the Air Force, Istanbul has only a fifteenth anti-aircraft missile wing. Fighters like f-16 have to be found elsewhere.
According to the information left by the KGB, Zhou Qingfeng can grasp the detailed information of the military equipment and station of all the troops of the various types of local chickens. The surname of the officer above the battalion level is who the surname is, and what it looks like.
But the chicken is not hk. It is not good to drive a tank here on the street. Others have serious military strength. If they are too arrogant, if a surface-to-surface missile comes from the air, Uncle Zhou will have to ascend to heaven.
Besides, the general blow is like tickling to the native chicken, and it must be a little harder. To make it hurt but not to speak.
This requires a little imagination.
Zhou Qingfeng looked around on the map, and finally set his sights on the Marmara Sea-this is the smallest sea in the world, located between the Bosphorus and Dardanelles, the junction of Eurasia .
The Marmara Sea is the Black Sea to the east and the Aegean Sea to the west. It is also a busy commercial waterway. Once something is done here, it will surely attract the attention of the world.
The sea is deep enough, with an average depth of nearly two hundred meters. In contrast, the average depth of the Bohai Sea is less than 20 meters, which is as pitiful as a bathtub.
"If there is a hostile submarine in this sea." Zhou Qingfeng used his brain and let himself fly. "The native navy is afraid that it will jump three feet high."
submarine?
No, no, this trouble is too big and easy to get out of control. If NATO is also pulled in, you will have to'can't eat and walk around'.
It cannot be a submarine, so what can it be?
Zhou Qingfeng lay on the wooden bed of the small hotel, turned off the lights, and gazed quietly at the ceiling. After a long time, he opened the door of time and space and returned to the cold wind city in the other world.
After fighting in Banshee for the past six months, the North has calmed down.
The development of the cold wind city is dull, relying on the liberation of labor, reclamation of land, construction of water conservancy, scientific farming and many other measures. This year's grain output is four times higher than in the past.
The yield per unit acre of wheat has increased from a pitiful 50 to 60 kg to 100 kg, plus the output of various grains, the residents inside and outside the city have a wealth of happiness-the number of people who freeze to death this winter should be greatly reduced.
The new policies promulgated by the Lord Lord were forcibly pushed for half a year. By eliminating the nobility, rebuilding the bureaucracy, improving taxes and transportation, a less brutal and ruthless regime was quickly established.
Because of the ability to eat more meals, in the past six months, tens of thousands of refugees have fled.
As for internal affairs, Zhou Qingfeng doesn't care much when he makes policies, and everything is left to Xi Li. He returned to the alien world and appeared in the main palace of the city, operating the ‘altar of faith’.
Before the three goddesses appeared at the same time, the three treasures were merged into one. "The Gate of True Knowledge" has also been incorporated into the altar of faith. Zhou Qingfeng wants to inquire-what can be done in the sea?
No results, but...
The city's main palace suddenly emits brilliant golden light, and countless colored stripes burst out, like a festive decoration. Complex and exquisite patterns appear on the building, and the walls, columns, ceilings, and even the floor have become magnificent.
Luxurious precious metals and gems are shining, and servants and guards are like treasures, and money is everywhere. This change is touching, intoxicating and difficult to hold.
Even the ‘Altar of Faith’ that Zhou Qingfeng is using has more beautiful patterns. A closer look is made up of expensive magic metal and coin symbols. His mental power scanned behind him and asked with a sigh: "Which noble deity is coming?"
"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 were all avatars crossing the plane barrier and ran from the kingdom of God to the main material world. Zhou Qingfeng will become a minister under the skirt at a glance.
Now this...
Turned around, behind him was a young, beautiful and tempting woman. Zhou Qingfeng glanced at her with a glance, as if looking directly at the sun.
The goddess has long blond hair and a golden crown, and her eyes are like dazzling golden balls.
She wore a silk robe studded with precious stones and gold thread, a brilliant cloak of gold coins, a gold belt around her waist, and even the boots under her feet were embellished with pearls and gold.
There is only one goddess who likes gold so much and shows off.
"Dear goddess of trade and wealth, your gold dress is too eye-catching, but it hides your beauty." Zhou Qingfeng said sourly.
Friends of merchants-Woking.
The golden goddess giggled. She threw a coin in her hand and said, "Victor Hugo, I like everything I do in Hanfengcheng. Will you bet me?"
"Reluctant." Zhou Qingfeng refused without hesitation, "Say something straight."
"It's so indifferent, and rejected me ruthlessly. But I still like you."
Wo Jin didn't take it seriously. He jumped close to Zhou Qingfeng and came over to the'Altar of Faith' again. She gently reached out and touched the operation interface on the altar.
The altar is mixed with countless powers of faith, and one of the faiths with golden threads is extracted. The trickle first, but soon entered the body of Vol'jin with a surging momentum.
The golden goddess gently raised her neck and whispered joyously like a moan. She shivered slightly, her face was red, and she was fascinated with enjoyment until she slowly fell down and lay lazily on the ground.
Zhou Qingfeng did not stop the whole process, but only watched quietly.
After extracting the power of faith he needed, Woking was drunk for a long time before he opened his eyes and reached out his hand and smiled softly: "My dear, pull me, I can't get up."
Zhou Qingfeng didn't move.
Woking continued to shout, "I can't really get up, please."
Alas..., Zhou Qingfeng sighed and reached out to pull. But as soon as his arms were stretched out, he was sucked into Woking's arms. The goddess whispered charmingly in his ear: "Little guy, I want to reward you, don't refuse."