Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Chu Tianhe negotiated with Zhao Zhenwu and others last night. Together, they drummed up a large number of sacrifices in the ocean.

But now that he had just begun, Lieutenant General Zhou Lifu's widow cried out.

When the mother cried, the youngest children also cried, beside the female officers who took care of them touched the scene, also upset, tears herself.

When Chu Tianhe saw this scene, he couldn't help but grieve. He simply turned around and hung his voice in front of the giant statue of Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi and said: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty! ”

The shouting, a lot of the school howled.

The surrounding tourists, the public and the visitors saw each other, and they were filled with anger and anger.

At this point, not far from here, another team arrived in a fierce mood, many of them wearing mausoleum uniforms.

At first, the masses thought they were here to disperse the grubby generals' crying, and they were discouraged by whispering, and even by those who dared to step forward.

However, the bigger the team, the more hidden the cry, the more the public will look at each other and stare.

Without waiting for Chu Tianhe, Zhao Zhenwu and others to go up and ask, the leader of this team has reported to his family - turns out they are the children and grandchildren of the true human empire, Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi.

The Imperial Mausoleum, a magnificent and endless city pool surrounded by many small museums, hotels, restaurants and commercial areas in addition to the mausoleums of His Majesty's past generations, martyrs' mausoleums and national museums, is home to a fairly prosperous tourism industry.

Much of the interests of the tourism industry, as well as positions such as guards, martyrs' gardens and staff of the National Museum, are firmly held by the Sect.

This is also the "iron crop" left behind by the family of four major election emperors, many of which gather in the city pool for a living.

These “Wuying” parishioners have not seen so many imperial generals so respectful to their ancestors for many years. They saw the leaflets, knew what they were coming for. They were more moved, and the rabbit died of sorrow. They thought of their own suffering. They also formed a haunting “crying army” under the inspiration of hearts and minds.

The parish is indigenous here, and naturally tens of times more people than General Miscellaneous. Even if a tenth of them join the Crying Mahal Army, the momentum rises steeply, as if it were a tumble of rage, rushing forward and roasting the atmosphere to higher steps.

Three steps and two steps to the Chutian River, first kneeling to the massive statue of the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, and then turning back with blood, he patted his chest to the masses: “I guarantee you, everything General Chu said is true, the imperial spoilage is so corrupt, even our" Wuying "subordinates are impotent, not to mention your generals?

“Grandpa, open your eyes and reveal yourself. There are bad people in the empire today! ”

In the talking room, the parish also cried silently.

The parishioners cried, unlike the generals.

Miscellaneous generals such as Chu Tianhe and Zhao Zhenwu are, after all, iron blood soldiers in the heart of Iron Stone, ruthless fairy fixers, all of them are heartless and spicy, killing people does not blink.

Even if it is truly extremely embarrassing, there are all sorts of anguish and grievances in the heart, after all there is a bit of military and fairy bones, like ignorant women and children, a snot and a tear, it is absolutely impossible, the darkest tears, bowing to the statue of the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi, flowers, that is all.

But the parishes that gather at this moment, many people have lived here for hundreds of years, have long been childcare givers, old small groups of people.

And without the experience of being born and dying, without much training, many people have long become like civilians.

Those slightly older sister-in-law, aunt and aunt don't care about 3721, a beard spreading, foot slapping, howling and crying, really crying the mountain river color, the sun and moon are not bright, the sky is falling apart, the fighting power is more than ten times stronger than the general.

Such loud crying scenes, such as flooding, volcanic eruptions and impenetrable shots, quickly triggered the emotions of all tourists, people and pilgrims at the site.

The mournful virus spreads instantly to every corner of the Imperial Mausoleum. Everyone is in a subtle emotional resonance. Hundreds of thousands and millions of people cry at the same time. The Imperial Mausoleum is going to collapse. Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi is going to crawl out of the mausoleum in anger!

The crying ceremony, unexpectedly turned to this point, has been hidden beyond the control of the General Miscellaneous.

At this moment, everyone inside and outside the Imperial Mausoleum can't cry themselves, even the Imperial Forest Army stationed on the periphery can't even swear. It hurts too many bad people in the Empire today, so they all fall into the field, one by one and then cry and swear, spit directly in the direction of the Senate.

Instead, General Miscellaneous became the most sober man.

Zhao Zhenwuyin felt a little distracted.

This should not be the way things went - what they agreed to do last night was come to the Imperial Mausoleum to cry, distribute leaflets to the people, then bow down to the statue of Black Star Emperor Wuyinchi, dedicate flowers, and create a scene, and then everyone disperses.

In this way, neither the impact nor the grip of being caught by the authorities - the sacrifice of the Imperial Mausoleum is a matter of scripture and earth, and even the obligations of every imperial soldier and immortal practitioner, how dare the supreme authorities treat them, apart from a few covert curses?

But the current situation is clearly starting to get out of hand.

Hundreds of thousands and millions of people are rioting in the Imperial Palace. This is obviously going to happen!

Zhao Zhenwu glanced closely at the Chutianhe, but saw that the “crying mausoleum general" was fully committed to the character, entering into a state of unrivalled fanaticism and exhilaration. His eyes were so red that he could cry out of his heart, while crying and stirring, the atmosphere didn't seem dry enough!

“Didn't Chu Tianhe have a famous‘ Wisdom General ’? Why are you so dizzy today? ”

Zhao Zhenwu felt uneasy in his heart. Some looked toward the Senate and immediately opened his eyes.

The Imperial Mausoleum was built according to the mountains. The giant statue of the Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi is naturally located on the waist of the half mountain. Zhao Zhenwu resided high and raised his eyes, but saw that it was not far from the Imperial Mausoleum. A black flood was rolling in!

It was a huge crowd, ten times more numerous than the parishioners, a hundred times more, and all dressed in uniform, all in the black uniform of the Imperial Expeditionary Army.

The flood currents swept so fast that blinking kung fu broke through the defense line of the Imperial Forest Army - of course, the Imperial Forest Army was crying and cursing, and there was no sincere desire to stop these people.

“Senate troops? ”

Zhao Zhenwu tightened his heart and then relieved himself, “Unlike, they are not wearing crystal armor, they are not carrying any heavy magic treasures, nor are there low-altitude assault ships pressing against their heads, not Senate troops! ”

However, half a minute later, the message from below surprised him and almost fainted.

This is a disabled veteran who fought in the Empire's counter-attack battle for over a decade!

They came to the Imperial Palace from thousands of worlds outside the Empire to worship!

There are already tens of thousands of disabled veterans rushing into the Imperial Mausoleum, and hundreds of thousands or more behind them, and they are constantly coming!

The condition of disabled veterans is worse than that of their miscellaneous generals - who, at best, live in the Royal College of Senior Military Officers, with meagre allowances and subsidies.

Many disabled veterans from the peripheral world were kicked back into the peripheral world, supported by local finance.

But now that the governments of all the peripheral worlds of the empire are going bankrupt, there are war taxes and defense donations to be paid, how can we afford to feed these wastes?

Yes, the disabled veterans accumulated belly resentment. I heard that the generals were crying here, but they also came and cried!

“That's not right! ”

Zhao Zhenwu's mind “buzzed” and 10,000 question marks all blew up.

He naturally knows the suffering of disabled veterans, but since these people don't even have the money to eat, where can they afford transportation, accommodation and worship from the outer world to the extreme heavens and celestial stars?

And how exactly are hundreds of thousands, millions or even larger disabled veterans organized and transported to Didu, which requires so much sophistication and strength in organization, discipline and finances that it is simply not possible to act spontaneously.

Zhao Zhenwu is very clear, the emperor is in an extraordinary period, all the jumping points and star ports in and out of Didu are firmly held by the fleet of the four main election emperors. Only the starships of the four families can be unimpeded. The civilian carriers want to enter Didu, they must go through dozens of re-approval and the most intense searches. How can these disabled veterans easily sneak in?

Besides, this is a coincidence, they just cried here for half a day, the parish smelled the wind, even the disabled veterans came to make a fuss, this, this!

The more Zhao Zhenwu thought about it, the worse he felt. In a flash, his head was full of cold sweat. Some of his heart looked at Chutianhe in vain: “Chief Commander...”

“Old Zhao! ”

Chu Tianhe had red eyes, but his expression was calm to the extreme. He took a second shot behind his back and lowered his ear. “This is it, why is it all a crime of killing his head? Perhaps the bigger the scene, the bigger the scene, the bigger the scene, the bigger the scene, you can leave the place to die and then live. You are also the leader of the army. Don't you understand the simple reason? ”

Looking at Chu Tianhe's demonic eyes, Zhao Zhenwu deeply struck a cold tremor. He was so stiff that he couldn't even say a word.

Chu Tianhe squeezed an incredible smile and suddenly shouted his arms: “Look, a million disabled veterans have joined us. We will not leave today. Everyone is waiting in the Imperial Palace. We must ask the Senate to come out and give us justice! Without justice, we'd rather die at the feet of Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi! ”

“Boom!”

Zhao Zhenwu felt that his entire body had been blown to pieces. He had no idea where he was or what he was doing!

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Hmm...

Yesterday, a reader commented, "Bull, the imperial authorities are not so stupid. Do something that hurts morale. Is that an exaggeration?"

The old cow thinks and thinks, or needs to be clear, and often, the old cow is just a porter of history.

The first of these chapters is drawn from the bloody suppression of World War I veterans' petitions during the economic crisis in the United States. The fantastic combination of Barton and MacArthur to raise their own World War I veterans is also fleshy and soft!

The second is that the great president of our great republic has compiled the "Zhongshan Mountain Event”, and interested readers can search for themselves and see what the real historical figures can do about this mess.

In short, these chapters are, and are based solely on, these two historical events - although speaking of which affects the continuity and immersion of the novel, thinking about it, for various reasons, needs to be explained carefully, everyone understands ha!