"Quick, Faisal is gone!"

In the bushes of a private house near Pearl Harbor on Oahu, Yang Feng looked at a car driving in front of him and said.

At the same time, he took out a set of US Navy lieutenant uniforms, changed into them as quickly as possible, and at the same time as he changed his clothes, his face was also changing rapidly, in less than half a minute, he had already become a slightly dark-skinned white man, and Xiaoqian, who also transformed into Tantu, also quickly changed his appearance, a Tantu was exactly the same as just now, including the license plate and body graffiti, drove out of the bushes, reappeared on the road outside, and drove directly towards Pearl Harbor, driving straight to the most eye-catching target in the distance after entering the gate unimpeded......

The USS Ford that has just entered service.

After stopping in the parking lot of the dock, Yang Feng tidied up his clothes and opened the car door.

"It's magnificent!"

He looked at the steel fortress and sighed

With that, he swaggered to the nearest boarding gate, carrying a briefcase.

"Good morning, Lieutenant!"

The soldier standing guard saluted.

"Good morning, Will!"

Yang Feng, who had already received the message from Xiao Qian in his brain, said casually as he walked inside.

That's how he got into the Ford.

"Turn right ahead, this is Captain Howard, and Lieutenant White is a special relationship!"

Xiao Qian's voice quickly came to his head.

Xiao Qian, who hacked into the US military database, not only has all the information of the Ford, including the drawings, but also has a list of the crew, and even includes their personal secret information in the intelligence department, after returning to modern times, because of the benefits brought by the quadruple soul energy, Yang Feng's personal desires are expanding rapidly, he is no longer satisfied with hiding, he wants to do things, he wants to take revenge on those who have caused him harm. Well, this is just an exaggeration, in fact, he is purely idle, after all, after being used to being an emperor, it is becoming more and more difficult for him to find fun in this world where he must be careful, just like those gentlemen, the life surrounded by beautiful women is boring, and he always likes to look for fresh excitement, and he now also uses doing things as an antidote to his boring life.

Of course, he will never admit it.

He will only admit that he is because the Americans have caused him harm in the first place, so he wants to take revenge for justice.

(His Excellency the President of the United States, who destroyed half of the Osprey squadron, burst into tears)

"Captain, do you see White?"

He asked as he saluted.

"He should still be in the ammunition depot!"

Captain Howard replied with some surprise.

"Thank you!"

Yang Feng said.

After saying that, he carried his briefcase and went straight to the ammunition depot under the guidance of Xiao Qian, Captain Howard looked at his back suspiciously, but then went about his own thing, and Yang Feng walked through the complex interior of the aircraft carrier like a maze like a real Lieutenant Faisal, greeting familiar people from time to time and walking unhindered to the ammunition depot.

Several crew members on duty looked up at him suspiciously.

"White, there's something for you."

Yang Feng said to one of them.

The officer walked up to him defenselessly.

Almost at the same time, there was an exclamation from behind him, and the officer hurriedly turned back, and then saw that all the computers behind him were suddenly blue.

"Virus attack!"

White exclaimed.

The next moment, a big hand appeared on his neck, and he subconsciously turned his head, and suddenly there was darkness in front of him.

Ten seconds later.

Yang Feng leisurely walked through the corpses of American soldiers whose necks were twisted all over the place, walked into the ammunition depot with a briefcase humming a song, admired it in this warehouse full of laser-guided bombs, and then opened his official bag to set the time, casually stuffed the briefcase containing two kilograms of explosives into the rack containing the bomb, and then clapped his hands and walked out like no one else, and by the way, he helped White and the others inside close the door, and quickly walked through the chaotic battleship because of the suspected virus attack and the computer paralysis of the whole ship. Soon left the 13-billion-dollar steel fortress without a trace.

"Let's go!"

After sitting on the smooth road of Xiaoqian's transformation, he glanced at this miracle of industrial civilization with nostalgic eyes, and then said with a sigh.

The smooth road starts immediately.

"Lieutenant Faisal is back!"

Then Xiaoqian said.

"Leave him alone!"

Yang Feng looked at the oncoming Tantu and said.

Immediately after the two twins staggered by, the real Lieutenant Faisal on the opposite side of the car looked blankly at this side, and Yang Feng, who was still his appearance, showed a hint of evil smile on his face, and walked away in the latter's still blank gaze.

As he drove out of the base, he looked at his watch and stopped the car.

"Boom!"

He made an exaggerated gesture with his arms outstretched in the car, shouting in his mouth with an intoxicated expression.

He saw the Ford standing at the end of his line of sight shudder, and then the flames of the explosion erupted from the middle of the flight deck, and countless fragments of steel that were blown away rose into the sky, and the next moment the explosion of the sky cracked and crashed into his face, and the cars on the road stopped one after another, and everyone rushed out and screamed in disbelief at their imperial emblem. The latter was shaking at a very fast speed like a convulsion, the flames of the explosion accompanied by steel shards, constantly spraying on its body more than three hundred meters long, the raging flames continued to lick its brand-new body, and the billowing smoke was like a black dragon, rising in the azure sky, forming a spectacular picture.

Yang Feng quickly returned to the car and quietly turned into the residential area next to him.

"Let's go, go find our new friends, they should like the drawings of the Ford!"

He said contentedly.

"Discover new similar souls, whether it is in the past!"

Xiao Qian, who was starting, said suddenly.

"Uh, what a bad time!"

Yang Feng was stunned and looked at the starry sky map that appeared on the windshield in front of him, as well as the eye-catching red light spot in the middle, it was obvious that a difficult problem was placed in front of him, to go or not to go? It is said that he has no pressure now, and the quadruple soul energy makes him almost immortal, although immortality is not yet possible, but according to Xiao Qian's test, it should not be too stressful to live for a thousand years, and there is no need to risk playing any more time-traveling games, after all, crossing is to face unknown dangers, and the ability to change his appearance at will also make him basically no more dangerous.

Can you go?

The red dot attracted him like a little devil waving his wings.

"To go or not?"

Xiao Qian asked him again.

Yang Feng was still struggling.

"If you don't make a decision, it will dissipate!"

Xiao Qian said.

"Mada, go!"

Yang Feng gritted his teeth and said.

In an instant, his world changed, from a bustling modern city to a boundless grassland.

"What the hell is this?"

Yang Feng sat up all of a sudden, looking in horror at the ancient cavalry not far away who were obviously not his compatriots.

Arab.

He couldn't be more familiar with it.

West Asian ethnicity.

He was familiar with it, too.

These cavalry did not have firearms, it can be determined that it will not be the Ming Dynasty and later, and most of them are chain mail, and the armor even has leather armor, wearing dirty robes, wearing pointed iron helmets or large wraps on their heads, weapons have round shields and spears, and exaggerated curved scimitars, which can basically be determined to be the West Asian cavalry of the Great Food Era.

But it did not reach the Saladine era.

This can be determined from the proportions of the large pieces of iron on the armor.

However, what made him feel that the picture was extremely inconsistent was that many of the people in this cavalry were still carrying his favorite Mo knives and horses, and several officers were wearing mountain armor and bright heart goggles......

Well, on the other side of these cavalry, there was also a group of Han Chinese, dressed in tattered and bloodstained linen clothes, strung with ropes and staggering under the whipping, struggling forward, burly with numb expressions, following the cavalry's war horses like a group of moving zombies.

Then he looked at the original owner of his body as fast as he could......

"Fortunately, the race hasn't changed!"

He muttered to himself with some rejoicing.

At this moment, there was a sudden chaotic shout from the opposite side, and several Han Chinese stopped, and one of them picked up a companion who had fallen to the ground, and shook anxiously and called out his name.

The whip in the hand of one of the cavalrymen was whipped down without hesitation, and then while scolding and scolding, he dismounted with another cavalryman, waved the whip and pulled away those Han people, dragging the Han man who was unable to move forward because of his serious injuries, and then dragged him in front of Yang Feng despite the pleading and angry eyes behind, and threw this person directly beside him, while looking at Yang Feng who was sitting up with some surprise, and one of them did not hesitate to stab the spear in his hand directly into his chest.

Yang Feng sneered disdainfully, his right hand stretched out like lightning and grabbed the spear and gently pulled it back......

Yang Feng's cold sweat came down instantly.

Because he had not dragged the spear in the latter's hand.

He can kick a ton of weight as a ball, but he didn't pull this spear, but fortunately, his reaction was also extremely fast, and he didn't care about this devastating situation, and then increased the strength in his hand.

Only then did the soldier take off his spear.

The latter immediately exclaimed.

His companion then speared Yang Feng directly.

Yang Feng flashed to the side, and the spear he held upside down threw out, instantly piercing the soldier's chest, and almost at the same time a scimitar slashed his shoulder, but it seemed to cut through the water, except for leaving a tear on the clothes on his shoulder, leaving him with even a short scar.

Yang Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

It was clear that five times the soul energy still enhanced his recovery ability.

Since this was easy to do, he immediately raised his head and smiled evilly on his face.

The cavalryman looked at him as if he was stupid, and his eyes were so blank and helpless.

"Is it over?"

Yang Feng asked with a pure face.

The cavalryman slashed at his chest like a collapse, but it was still the same as just now, the blade cut through his clothes without leaving him any scars, and then Yang Feng found that he was not an increase in his recovery ability, but that the blade did not cut his skin at all, although his skin was still dented with the blade, but when the blade swept by, it bounced back.

"Then it's my turn!"

As he spoke, he suddenly stepped forward, snatched the cavalryman's scimitar, and stabbed him in the body.

"You, who are you?"

The soldier grabbed him by the chest and said in Saracen's difficult voice.

"Me? It's hard to tell! ”

Yang Feng said in the Saracen language of the Song Dynasty.

After saying that, he pulled out his scimitar and pushed his dead body backwards.