Chapter Forty-six Miracle

  After occupying Kuwait, what's left is how to manage it. However, Boss Yang has no interest in this and directly throws it to the mayor, Hyde, whom he appointed, to take charge. In addition, in order to fulfill his promise to the British in London, he changed this place into a free port.

  This broken place, if there was no oil, life would be simply miserable. Forget about eating, even water is scarce, the few wells in town can only sustain people from dying of thirst. Under such circumstances, it's no wonder women have a stronger body odor, water is too precious to waste on washing, let alone bathing. I reckon they wouldn't even wash their faces until it rains.

  "Respected Pasha, this is also an unavoidable matter. The source of fresh water here is mainly from three places: one is the few wells that exist, two is storing rainwater when it rains, and three is transporting it by boat from Basra. In short, it's very precious." Old merchant Haid said with a sigh.

  "In that case, I will build a merchant ship of 2-3 thousand tons and later be responsible for transporting water from Basra to supply it for free." Mr. Yang said generously, at this time Kuwait didn't have many people, one ship was enough for them to use.

  "Mr. Yang, if you had offered these terms from the beginning, it would have been completely unnecessary to use force; even if the Sabah family disagreed, the residents of this city would have risen up and overthrown them in order to welcome you," Haid said excitedly.

  "Huh?! I didn't expect this, you also know that people from London generally don't have this kind of awareness." Yang Feng said with some embarrassment.

  When they learned that Yang Feng would transport water from Basra to Kuwait with giant wheels and supply it to the Kuwaitis for free, those Arab uncles were first stunned, and then immediately burst into deafening cheers. The invaders, devils, and executioners of the previous moment became respected masters, great leaders, and kind angels in the next moment.

  Enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Boss Yang announced that he would build a power plant in Kuwait. To be honest, his life relying on candles after dark is unbearable.

  However, this did not bring much applause. In fact, except for those businessmen, the Arab uncles had no idea what electricity was.

  Doing so also brought an unexpected gain, the Sabah family's territory was not only Kuwait City, but actually there were many nomadic points on the periphery. Yang Feng had originally planned to use force to conquer them, but after hearing that the new ruler of Kuwait would transport water from Basra with giant wheels and supply it for free, these nomads almost crawled to offer their loyalty. For a whole day, Yang, dressed in Pasha attire, received countless people who came to kiss his feet.

  As for building a new port, he didn't even need to supervise it. The Arab uncles didn't even bother to repair the holes in their homes that were blown up by hand grenades, and instead ran to the coast to work for him. Since these people were so diligent, Boss Yang couldn't help but show his appreciation. His troop ships had nothing better to do anyway, and from here to Basra was only over a hundred kilometers away. He sent all six merchant ships there, which then returned with tens of thousands of tons of river water. When the merchant ships filled with fresh water stopped at the coast, all the Kuwaitis went crazy. From that moment on, this Easterner who had just occupied their land not long ago became their absolute ruler in their hearts.

  The construction of the port here was handed over to Mayor Hyde and Commander Roan, and Yang Da Boss returned to London with a conqueror's joy, as the diesel-powered destroyer from Armstrong Shipyard was about to set sail for its trial voyage.

  "Admiral Pasha, your yacht is a marvel." In the port of London, Rear Admiral Wright, the naval constructor, couldn't stop raving about this strangely shaped trimaran.

  "It will surprise you even more when it runs," said Sir Richard, the First Lord of the Admiralty who was with him, and he too had not boarded this yacht for the first time.

  "But after today, it won't be the fastest anymore." The guy said next.

  Yang Feng smiled faintly and didn't say anything.

  However, not only the naval personnel boarded the ship to attend the trial voyage, but also the fool brought his fiancée. This chubby princess came from the Kingdom of Württemberg and was the daughter of Duke Teck, seemingly also his cousin, but much less beautiful than that cousin he had always been infatuated with. Originally, in history, the fool died of pneumonia in 1892, and his brother George V married this fiancée of his, but now such things are no longer possible, and pneumonia is simply a trivial matter for the Yangtze Medical Center.

  This hospital run by Yang Feng's special medicine has become the last shelter for the European aristocracy, and of course, it has also become Yang Feng's greatest shelter in this world.

  "Ah, Princess Alexis, I didn't expect you to be here too! I thought you were in Hessen!" Yang Feng was surprised by the princess who followed behind the fool.

  "Pasha, I heard you've just conquered Kuwait?" Alice said with a suppressed smile to Yang Feng who was dressed in Pasha attire.

  "No, no, it's not conquest, that was originally the territory bestowed upon me by His Imperial Majesty, so it can only be said to be recovered, or pacified. Yang Feng pulled her small hand while kissing it and said, suddenly he felt his fingers touch something, this thing quietly hooked onto his own hand."

  "The Emperor has invited." He found an opportunity to open the small note, looking at the words on it and couldn't help but shrug his shoulders. It seems that William II can no longer sit still, and if this trial navigation is successful, he will probably be even more restless.

  A party left London, speeding to Newcastle at twenty-eight knots, a journey of over five hundred kilometers was completed in just ten hours. The Parrot set sail at dawn and arrived at its destination by afternoon. At this time, three trial destroyers were lined up in the Tyne River estuary, namely the Viper, the Asp and the Rattlesnake. Among them, the Viper belonged to the British Navy, while the Asp and the Rattlesnake belonged to the Swedish Yard.

  "Yang, you think these three warships can really run at thirty-five knots?" Alice said with some doubt, looking at the three unimpressive small destroyers.

  "Your Highness, you will know soon enough. By the way, I heard that you are about to get engaged with His Imperial Highness Nikolai, so let me take this opportunity to congratulate you, Your Majesty, the future Empress of Russia." Yang Feng said with a smile.

  "Don't mention this unpleasant matter." Alice said unhappily, for Alexander III had not yet agreed to the marriage, since a future Russian empress must be an Orthodox Christian, and as a German she was Lutheran.

  Yang Feng shrugged and didn't say anything else. At this time, the three destroyers had already started up. Although the diesel engine's startup speed was not fast, it was still epoch-making compared to the steam engine. The three gradually formed a horizontal line of destroyers, which slowly accelerated amidst a chorus of gasps, getting faster and faster. Before long, the Parrot-class submarine following them began to fall behind.

  "Heavens, it's already been thirty episodes!" Whit exclaimed.

  "Yang, I'm telling you, after today the Parrot Shell will no longer be able to maintain its speed record." Sir Richard said with a smile, probably forgetting that all three warships' engines were supplied by Yang Feng.

  "Gentlemen, you are mistaken. The Parrot is the fastest ship and always will be." Yang Feng said with a sly smile, then turned to Alice and Princess Mary: "Your Highnesses, I think it would be best for you to go down to the cabin, as the wind on deck will be very strong soon. And gentlemen, please hold on tight, especially your hats, which should be taken off."

  After finishing, under a stunned gaze, the goods walked towards the driver's cabin, Alice curiously pulled the fool's fiancée to follow behind, and the fool hesitated for a moment before following. The four of them arrived at the driver's cabin, Yang Feng took out the key and opened one of the doors on the bulkhead, quickly switching the navigation speed to full power output state.

  At this time, a shout of surprise had already come from the deck. In this period of time, all three destroyers had exceeded thirty-five knots, and the fastest Viper had even reached thirty-six knots. Of course, such speed could not be maintained for too long. The engine transmission system was not possible, and running for a long time might break the transmission shaft, but it was already a miracle. In fact, as long as they exceeded thirty knots, this trial voyage would have been considered successful.

  Just as Wyatt and Sir Richard were left staring in amazement at the three destroyers disappearing into the distance, the Parrot began to accelerate from its previously maximum speed.

  "What's going on?" Sir Richard and the other man stared at each other, their yacht speeding up even more, and they could see the distance between them and the destroyer narrowing rapidly. But the destroyer ahead was already doing thirty-six knots - surely this boat wasn't faster than that?

  There's no need to doubt this, the violent sea wind on deck is a good proof. The speed of over 40 knots here makes it impossible for people to stand, and a group of guests are tightly holding onto the railing, struggling to move into the cabin like fighting against a typhoon. At this time, the Parrot Shell has already been sailing alongside three destroyers, and from inside the cabin, you can see the stunned expressions on the faces of the sailors above.

  Sir Richard and White finally understood why the shape of the Parrot was so strange, it wasn't sailing at all, it was flying, even a sprinting shark didn't have such speed.

  "Forty-five, at least forty-five chapters." White's lips trembled as he spoke.

  The visitors who came to watch the test flight were in an uproar, rushing towards the cockpit like madmen.

  Inside the cockpit, the fool and two princesses also stared at the speedometer on the dashboard like fools. They finally understood why this yacht, which was supposed to be the fastest twenty-eight knots, had set its speed limit to fifty knots. At that time, they thought it was Yang Feng's joke, but now it seemed not a joke at all, because the speed pointer was trembling and pointing towards forty-five knots.

  "Yang, how did you do it." The fool asked in the same trembling voice, although he was just a standard silk prince, but as the future ruler of a country where ocean consciousness is engraved to the bone, he also knew what this speed represented.

  "It's very simple, Your Highness, my two engines have a total power of over 30,000." Yang Feng said with a smile.