Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The next morning, the general and the commanders of the light rod who planned the night were not at all tired, and their nerves and faces were burned to red with exhilarating emotions, as if they were back in the days of scolding the wind.

From their temporary residences or the dormitories of the Royal College of Higher Military Officers, they entered the Imperial Palace by civilian means of transport.

The family of the four major election emperors have been afflicted with the problems of Li Linghai, the Innovators and the Lei Chengtiu rebels these days. It has become a bird of shock. It really wants all the grass and trees.

They set up heavy guards in the "central government district", where the palace, senate and major government departments are located. The vast majority of the Crystal Armor Regiment and the low-altitude force-attack fleet are also deployed there. They are heavily defended, and it can be said that even a fly will not fly in.

But after all, the strength and energy are limited, and the "blood alliance elements” alone cannot be caught. Who would have thought that these impoverished, downtrodden light rod commanders would go to the Imperial Palace to make trouble?

Besides, Chu Tianhe, Zhao Zhenwu and other people, after all, are genuine imperial generals. It is one thing to force them to take possession deep in the sunless ground. In broad daylight, no one dares to do anything against them.

Most importantly, visiting the Imperial Palace is perfectly reasonable, legitimate and even encouraged by the authorities. They are now the reserve of the Royal Forest Army. They were going to practice in the Imperial Palace for three days. Even if they were stopped by checkpoints on the way, who would stop them if they revealed their identity?

The Miscellaneous Generals, divided into ten roads, certainly made their way unhindered and arrived near the Imperial Mahal.

In order to cover their eyes and ears, they did not change their general uniforms at first, but rather wore civilian clothes and behaved in a low profile.

It was not until the Imperial Mausoleum was right in front of them that, under the command of the chief commander of Chu Tianhe and Zhao Zhenwu and other division chiefs, they changed their clothes in civilian transportation and the bathrooms surrounding them, and then wore the medals and medals all over their chests, gathered together from all sides, shouldered shoulders, handcuffed hands, and pushed towards the main entrance of the Imperial Mausoleum.

This is a beautiful day with bright sunshine and cloudless weather. Visitors weave inside and outside the imperial mausoleum, and visitors from all worlds around the empire are constantly appreciative and tidal.

In the more than a decade since the "Empire Strike Back" began, in order to inspire the people to sacrifice themselves, the culture of worship of the imperial mausoleum has risen slightly. Many schools, sects and enterprises on the periphery of the empire have organized large-scale visits to the mausoleum and visits to the national museum.

On the western side of the Imperial Mausoleum there is also a massive national cemetery, buried with victims of wars of conquest over the past millennium, the highest martyr mausoleum in the Empire.

According to the design of Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, these victims lived in loyalty to the Empire, died naturally and became English spirits, and could continue to guard the souls of Wu Ying and preserve the true human empire for many years.

The size of the Martyrs' Mausoleum is enormous, as are the families who come to worship and the students of the institutions.

And today the National Museum and the Martyrs' Mausoleum seem to be doing something big, with a lot of heavy official media gathering here.

Thousands of bright golden generals on their shoulders and chests suddenly appeared, naturally surprised the mausoleum guards and carefully checked today's list of group mausoleums, naturally without their names.

If you take a closer look at these generals, you see them as a godly sorrow, with bitterness and anger in their eyebrows, and a white cloth tied to everyone's arms - which means that they have just died.

The Mausoleum Guard realizes that things are bad, but how dare they stop so many generals from breaking in? They are too busy to report up on one level, but their superiors are overwhelmed. Their attitude is vague and they can't even find the Supreme Commander of the Mausoleum Guard!

Several veterans, named Wuying, experienced and well-informed, knew immediately that there were articles - they had identified the generals and knew that they were all “generals' classes”, the officers of the Royal Forest Army Reserve.

Today in the general's class, maybe tomorrow they will be sent to the Royal Forest Army to be their top boss. They will be fed up to compete with their future bosses?

Now, a dark eye knows that this pool of water is not deep enough to really try to stop it, but it's just a deal.

Zhao Zhenwu raised his chest for the first time and ran over against the mausoleum guard. The mausoleum guard was like a bamboo fence, immediately dispersed by angry generals. Thousands of miscellaneous generals broke into the royal mausoleum in a haunting and prestigious manner.

This slightly strange team immediately attracted the attention of the Quartet's visitors, who were gathered towards them by thousands.

The head of General Zhao Zhenwu and other miscellaneous generals needless to say, the rarest thing is that in front of many generals, the stars clustered a woman and five children like the moon, the widows and five children of Lieutenant General Zhou Lifu, who were killed alive yesterday in the fighting field, the oldest son also held Zhou Lifu's remains, the three-dimensional stereoscopic light screen was adjusted to black and white.

Such a configuration naturally arouses the curiosity of the crowd.

The Miscellaneous Generals did not miss the opportunity to throw leaflets at the crowd, painting and painting about what had happened to them.

How they fought valiantly on the battlefield, how they fought many battles, how they were stuck when all their troops returned to the rear, how they were tragically killed alive on the battlefield in order to survive and even drag their bodies into selling out force, and so on.

These leaflets were just printed last night, and at this moment they are soaking up their anger and frustration.

The flyer trick is naturally learned from the Blood League.

In the aftermath of the blood-league assassination, many opposition and revolutionary factions in the Empire have discovered the beauty of the ancient propaganda technique of "leaflets”.

Spiritual networking, seemingly sophisticated and rapid, can easily be disturbed, blocked and traced to the source, and leaflets can be thrown out, almost impossible to spot as long as they are picked up and hidden.

On the other hand, leaflet printing tools are also very easy to make, without non-rollers and metal plates, plus printed ink with special recipes.

Even if you're not from a refiner, you can carve a little flyhead lettering on a metal plate if you're a normal fairy worker. Just a little practice rewriting, two or three people with a heart can print thousands of leaflets a day.

The contents of the leaflet consternated the people of all walks of life who came to the mausoleum.

In the official propaganda of the Empire, the Imperial counter-attacks of the past decade have been a smooth, unprecedented victory, even though a large number of generals have been sacrificed, which is also heroic and rewarding.

But it didn't occur to me that behind the glorious triumph there was such a blatant and dark scandal that the imperial soldiers of the Hall, the noble immortals, fell to such a degree.

At the moment, all the leaflets are spreading, and more and more tourists and visitors gather from all sides of the Imperial Palace to the generals. Even journalists from the major media come and find out.

Under the crowd of the Mountain Sea, the Miscellaneous General progressed along the median axis of the Imperial Mausoleum towards sleeping in the mausoleum of Black Star Emperor Wuyinchi.

The true mausoleum is buried deep beneath the ground, which is absolutely untouchable, but above the mausoleum is a statue of up to 725 meters, carved out of the whole mountain, a robe of Wu Yingqi, a perseverance, a fork waist, a figure pointing to the star sea, seen as the symbol of the Black Star Emperor, all the mausoleum ceremonies, all held under this supermassive statue.

The arrival of the Miscellaneous Generals has instantly spread throughout the Imperial Palace, giving way even to the teams who are about to visit.

Coming under the supermassive statue of the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, the crowd behind the Miscellaneous General is no more than a few hundred thousand, the black pressure on one head builds up, the waves surge, but they are silent and the crows are silent.

The crying ceremony, officially begins.

“Chief Cry Mahal Commander" Chu Tianhe invited Zhou Lifu's widow and five children to come to himself, straightened the crown, exhausted the last bit of spiritual energy, and shouted: “Our compatriots already know, we are not here to go to the Mahal, but to come to the 'Cry Mahal'!

“We are all the most resolute believers on Fairy Avenue, the most faithful defenders of the Empire, His Majesty and the Senate, sweating and working hard on the front line, holding the idea of belonging and the blood of the Allies to the end, although not much war work, more or less always a bit of hard work, even beating our bodies to the appearance of human beings and ghosts.

“We dare not expect much from this labor, but now that the front line is not completely extinguished, some of us can't wait to kick our legs off and cut off all our lives.

“This is Lieutenant General Zhou Lifu's widow, who has the title of 'Ghost Butcher' on the front line, is a fierce general who frightens the Allies, but returns to the rear, has no life, is forced to die alive, leaves a widow and five children, somehow good.

“Today, the day of General Zhou, is the day of all of us, bring the cattle and sheep into the slaughterhouse to slaughter, the cattle and sheep have to scream a few, tears to shed. We are all living people, soldiers who have sacrificed for the bleeding of the country, can't ask for a bite to eat, how can we not cry?

“But we do not cry only for ourselves, but for all the soldiers who have lost their blood, for His Majesty the generations, for the repair of Immortal Avenue and its creator, the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, for the true human empire and for the whole human civilization!

“The empire of today, the jackal, the tiger leopard, the mighty trek, the hundreds of cheats, is no longer the empire built by Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi!

“Even our seemingly mighty generals are dying alive, let alone others? Isn't it worth it for all of us to cry when the empire is spoiled? ”