The Strait of Malacca, the most important golden waterway in Southeast Asia and the most convenient waterway from the Indian Ocean to East Asia, has been a key point of contention for Western powers since the Age of Discovery. {We don't write novels, we're just web text porters-

The first Portuguese, Dutch, then French, British, and now even American diplomats are frequently touching this area, and they are slowly increasing their influence, and the importance of Malacca can be seen.

People who have not seen this waterway with their own eyes cannot imagine the prosperity here, and when the flagship of the Russian fleet, St. Peter, sailed into the strait in the wind and waves, the captain of the ship, Stefansky, could not help but secretly exclaim, "What a prosperous water? Why are there so many ships?"

The Russian fleet sailed through the port of Medan all the way south to the narrowest part of the Strait of Malacca, and the further south it went, the narrower the strait became, and the narrowest place was only more than 40 kilometers between the north and south shores.

More than 40 kilometers seems to be not close, but don't forget that this body of water bears the role of the gateway for goods from the entire East Asia to enter and exit the Indian Ocean, and the materials of the entire East Asia have to be imported to the west through Guò, and the 40 kilometers of sea area is filled with thousands of cargo ships, which is not wide.

"Where exactly are we now?" shouted Stefansky, commander-in-chief of the Russian Expeditionary Force.

"Report General, our flagship is approaching Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, and further on the north coast, you can see the port of Malacca, in the south you can see the Dubian Bay in Indonesia, and further on to the most prosperous Lion City, Singapore......

"Oh my God, I always thought that the golden shipping lanes of the Baltic Sea were the most prosperous shipping lanes in the world, but today when I go to Asia, I realize how narrow my vision was before......

Stefansky was a very experienced lieutenant general in the Russian Navy, having been stationed in the Baltics, fighting in the Crimea and the Ottoman Turks, and often seen in the Atlantic and Mediterranean Seas, but this was his first time in Asia.

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

As far as the eye can see, the entire strait is filled with the lights of ships, the whistling of sails in the drumming breeze, the sound of sailors' trumpets at work in the night, and of course, the harmonica and guitar playing that are necessary before going to sleep.

The warm sea breeze in the South China Sea blew on their bodies, making the Russian soldiers, who were accustomed to the cold of the northern hemisphere, soften their bones one by one.

"This is the warm sea that you Russians dream of, isn't it? God is indeed a little unfair to you, why did the brave Russian nation only get such a bitter cold land......

With the voice a man came out of the shadows, Stefansky didn't have to look back to know who this person was, "Knight Molière, have you forgotten the agreement between us? The cabin is your place, your identity cannot be exposed, and it is better to have less on the deck here......"

It was the French knight Molière, who could not be killed, whose life was as tenacious as a cockroach.

Walking to Lieutenant General Stefansky's side, Molière handed over a cigarette and said lightly, "Don't worry, I won't be on deck during the day, it's late at night, can't I come out to breathe?"

Molière stood to the right of the lieutenant general, and Stefansky could only see his delicate left face, and he said with malice in his heart, "This face is really handsome, no wonder there are rumors in Paris that he has a leg with the emperor, it is really more feminine than a woman, but it's a pity ......"

Unfortunately, Molière's right side of his face, when he turned his head to light a cigarette for Stefansky, and then the moonlight made it clear that Molière's destroyed right half of his face was visible.

The bright red muscles turned outside, the new skin was in stark 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, twitching from time to time.

Angels and demons are all in one, the left half of the face is the angel, and the right half of the face is the devil, and this qiē is all due to the fire of Dakar.

The intensive bombardment of the Zhiyuan set the entire city on fire, and the burning ruins slapped Molière below, and when the governor led people to rescue him, the famous top handsome guy in Paris became such a ghost.

Molière seemed to be accustomed to the staring of his scars, and he didn't show the slightest expression, just spit out a deep eye circle, and then stretched out his hand and pointed to the busy channel.

"The Strait of Malacca has been a golden shipping route on the sea since the seventh and eighth centuries AD, when China was under the rule of a dynasty called the Tang...... At that time, the Tang Dynasty had two major economic arteries, one was the Silk Road through the desert, and the other was this golden trade route on the southern sea......"

"The South Asian gold trade route originated in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Song Dynasty, and it was in the Ming and Qing dynasties that our European forces entered here to replace the position of the Chinese...... I had done a lot of homework in advance for the expedition to the Ryukyus, and I am still very familiar with the qiē here!"

Stefansky took a deep puff of his cigarette and sneered: "Did you do a lot of homework in advance? Did it turn out to be a fiasco? Ten battleships attacked a small island that didn't even have a navy, and all the troops were wiped out, do you think this experience will be useful to me?"

"Remember, Monsieur Molière, that in my own mind, I would not have let you aboard! How could I have brought you to Asia had it not been for the secret negotiations between the great Tsar and the Emperor of France...... Let me accept the opinion of a loser? What a shame ......."

It is also strange to say that the disfigured Molière actually had a trace of the old monk's meditation-like bearing, and in the face of the direct ridicule of the Russian general, he actually did his own thing, and even laughed.

Without any distinction, Molière smiled and stretched out his hand to the sea, "General, do you know how many ships there are on this sea?

Stefansky was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said, "How can this be counted? and it's the middle of the night......

"I can count as far as I can count! There are actually only two ships in this strait...... There are only two!"

"Bullshit! You madman, I really shouldn't have let you on board, you're a pervert!" Stefansky turned around and wanted to leave.

"General!" Molière suddenly raised his voice, "There are only two boats, one is called 'name' and the other is called 'li', this is the Zen language of the Chinese, they have a deep understanding of the operation of the world thousands of years ago!"

"The bustling people in the world are all for profit!"