1890 King of Southeast Asia

"Why hasn't the emperor come out yet?"

"There are more soldiers in the city recently?"

"You don't know yet? My wife's brother-in-law is in the Wuwei Army. I heard that martial law has been imposed around the capital since Tianjin!"

"Martial law!?"

The next day, the little emperor was late to attend the court. The front row was full of conservatives, all of them calm and composed.

They already knew what had happened, but this feeling of impending storm infected many people who were not good at cultivating qi. The court became a vegetable market, buzzing.

"Silence!"

After everyone quieted down, Zhang Nanpi angrily scolded: "You are all the ministers of the court. How can you be so shameless?"

"Yes! This sky...can't fall!" Li Hefei's voice came from outside the hall.

"Li Zhongtang...how is it?" The ministers who knew the inside story came forward.

"Don't worry, there is a long time!" Li Hefei nodded slightly.

………

"Things are not good!" Kang Nanhai saw this group of ministers gathered together, and the alarm bells in his heart rang.

"The emperor hasn't come out yet..."

"Nothing will happen, will it?"

"The queen..."

"Be careful with your words! Keep it to yourself for the sake of the venerable one!"

He was surrounded by reformists, but they held low positions and had little power. If they didn't have the position of military secretary, they couldn't even go to court.

They didn't know what happened. In their opinion, their actions were ordered by the emperor and approved by the queen mother. Even if something went wrong, it would just be the abolition of the new policy. They were the emperor's confidants now, so what could go wrong?

Kang Nanhai was different. He saw Lord Li, who had not been to court for a long time, come in and stand at the forefront of the civil officials, a position where only military secretaries could stand.

"The emperor is ill, and all matters are handled by the military secretaries. Today's court meeting is dismissed." At this time, a little eunuch came out and said softly.

"Fusheng, you go first, I'm ill..." Kang Nanhai said softly to his colleagues, and then slipped away...

The next day, the news that the emperor was ill, Yu Yingtai was recuperating, and the queen mother resumed her tutelage shocked the Qing Dynasty, but Nanhua didn't have the energy to take care of these at this time.

…………

The boundless rocky Gobi, withered grass swaying in the wind, and people wearing headscarves wandering numbly in the dilapidated ancient city.

Rumble rumble rumble...

Accompanied by the roar of diesel engines, the peaceful city of Muscat ushered in a new chapter in its history.

"What is this! Can this environment really support the garrison of a division?" Ye Huaixiang looked at the dilapidated ancient city, which was yellow and there were no idea how many people in the city.

The scale of this city is not even as large as the garrison of a division. How to maintain the operation of a division has become the primary problem of the South China Arab First Division.

"Don't go into the city. It's so small that it doesn't make sense. Find a suitable place around to establish a permanent base. I will report to the headquarters on all the materials needed." Zheng Lei, the former political commissar who once did ideological work, was stationed in Oman.

"Yes!" Ye Huaixiang responded. Instead of rushing into the city, it is better to re-plan the garrison.

"Ask their leader to come to see me." Intelligence work still needs to be done. Oman will be an important naval base.

More than a dozen armored vehicles drove into this small city with only 7,000 to 8,000 people, and pulled out their Sultan, Said Tuwani bin Said.

"Who are you? Why are you attacking us! I will protest to the British government..." Said walked in by himself, and it seemed that he did not resist foolishly.

"We are from South China. I am Zheng Lei, the commander-in-chief of the South China Oman Production and Construction Corps. According to the South Britain-Arab Treaty, Britain transferred the Oman Protectorate to South China. Take a look?" Zheng Lei took out a document.

I don't know who said that the resistance of the locals in the area where Zheng Lei is responsible is the lowest. He also said that he would do ideological work. Liu Yiming thought about it and sent him out.

But God pity, what will he do? He will use Yang Tao's trick to stir up conflicts, sell old guns, and block logistics. He is a pure person and has been studying ancient Confucianism recently.

He even wanted to work in the Ministry of Culture or the Ministry of Education after retiring, but people are needed everywhere at the moment, and it is not sensible to retire at this time. It must be Zhao Dabao, the black-hearted man, who told the head of state!

"I protest! I am the Sultan, we are not commodities!" Said shouted unwillingly. He had already read it, but he didn't expect that the British had sold them out a few years ago.

"I think what you should do now is not to protest, but to think about what you want. I have a few plans here. You can go back and take a look. Just give me an answer tomorrow." Zheng Lei shook his head.

He casually threw a bunch of documents to Said, "By the way, I need to purchase supplies. We will pay according to the market price. I hope you don't choose unwise practices."

Said was driven out of the temporary tent with a bunch of documents. On the way back, Said looked at the steel monsters. He didn't know the principle of this thing with his experience of studying abroad, but he knew that this was not a force he could resist.

"Sudan!"

"We are all ready to save you!"

"Sudan is back!"

"Sudan, are you okay?"

A group of ragged soldiers gathered in front of the door, hesitating until their own Sultan came back, and then they happily put down their guns.

"I'm fine, Suir, Kabasa, follow me." Sayyid was not interested in pursuing anything else, so he brought the leaders of the two major tribes to his Sultan's palace.

"The army outside belongs to a country called Nanhua. They signed a transfer agreement with the British. Oman has since belonged to the protectorate of Nanhua..." He didn't understand what the Production and Construction Corps meant, but thought it was another name for the governor.

"What?" Suer shouted: "How can this be! How can the people of Allah be treated like this!"

Kabasa was much calmer: "Sultan, how strong are they?"

"We can't compete." Said closed his eyes painfully. Don't get me wrong, he was thinking that his prestige had been reduced again.

The inland tribes would attack him from time to time, and maybe one day the Sultan's name would be gone.

Suer and Kabasa were silent.

"This is the condition they gave. By the way, go and ask for various information about Nanhua. We need intelligence." Said forced himself to be energetic and ordered.

Suer went to check the information, and Kabasa stayed to study the plan given by Nanhua with Said.

…

“The Second Brigade called, Abu Dhabi, Dubai, Sharjah, Fujairah, Ajman, Umm al-Qaiwain, Ras al-Khaimah, seven areas have been smoothly handed over, the Third Regiment stayed to deter, the Fourth Regiment and the brigade’s direct forces are heading north.”

“The Second Regiment called, the landing is complete, and it is approaching the division headquarters.”

“The construction of the garrison lacks stone, cement, steel, sand, and wood. It can be said that there is nothing...”

The future Alian region is now given to South China. Britain wants to attract South China’s attention to the Persian Gulf instead of intervening in the affairs of the Red Sea outlet.

The British also stopped their activities in the Kuwait region, which is further inland, waiting for South China to take over. The reason why the British are willing to spit it out is to provoke conflicts between South China and the Ottoman Empire.

“Rebar and cement are being loaded on ships and will arrive within the month. Hold on for a while. Sand is not enough? Do we have to transport sand and gravel from China?” Zheng Lei asked in confusion.

"The nearest river sand needs to be transported by car for dozens of kilometers. At present, the fuel can only sustain the battle. The meaning of the engineering corps is to wait for the next batch of supplies to arrive before starting to build the first batch of bases."

"Is it not possible to hire local people?" Zheng Lei asked calmly.

"I'll do it now..."

Zheng Lei searched his head and felt that it was too difficult.

"Is there really oil under here? So what? There is no water in this broken place, what can we do?" Having said that, Zheng Lei still arranged the exploration with the idea that he was already here.

"Assign an armored battalion to escort the oil corps to the first exploration point and set off immediately." Zheng Lei gave the order.

The Oman Production and Construction Corps has three parts: the first oil production corps, the second is the urban construction corps, and the third is the combat force, that is, the Oman First Division - equipped with more than 20 Type 1 armored vehicles and more than 40 Type 1 modified vehicles.

In addition to 12 armored vehicles, an armored battalion also has a truck mobile infantry company, a truck baggage company, and an engineering platoon.

………

"Engineer Chen, is this the place?" Zheng Wenhui licked her dry lips, holding the map, compass and sextant and comparing them repeatedly.

"It should be correct, but our equipment and logistics are only enough to drill three wells. Let's confirm it again and go to that mountain!" Chen Hong, also known as Engineer Chen, squinted and pushed his glasses, looking around.

Zheng Wenhui had no rebuttal, and the group climbed up the mountain.

"The target is here. Judging from the terrain, if there is oil here, this may be a large oil field, a whole large oil field!" Chen Hong nodded.

A few days later, after fully surveying the geological structure and geological characteristics, Chen Hong brought the technical team to the most likely place for oil.

"These are sedimentary rocks. Judging from the terrain and geological history, this is the most likely place. There is also a water source nearby. Then let's drill the first oil well here!" Chen Hong said, and nearly a thousand people started construction.

The weather was good. Although there was no rainfall for more than half a month, there was no sandstorm. Although the locals were curious, they were relatively unfamiliar with each other and nothing happened for the time being.

"September 4th, we started drilling today. I don't know how deep we have to go to get oil..."

"September 6th, the geology here is soft. We drilled 200 meters in two days, and the drill bit is not damaged..."

"September 8th, I am a crow's mouth. Today the drill bit broke below, but fortunately it can be fished out. Should I not come here?"

"September 16th, we have drilled nearly 1,000 meters. Natural gas began to appear today. Everyone is very happy. Unfortunately, there is no storage facility. We seem to have forgotten about the storage facility..."

"September 20th, 1,200 meters, still no oil. Everyone is a little disappointed. Will there be no oil?"

"September 28th, many locals came today. I saw the guards quarreling with them. It seems that they do not allow us to drill wells here. It is already 1,700 meters, and there is no oil..."

"October 1st, blowout! This afternoon, at 1,841 meters, a blowout occurred! The daily output is about 10,000 barrels, which is larger than the Brunei oil field! Everyone is very happy, but the guards are very nervous..."