Outside TY City, Fang Er and Sun Simiao descended from above, clad in flight suits.
Li Tai felt incredibly cool.
He held a pot in one hand and led two Di Jiang with the other.
Upon the backs of the Di Jiang were loaded two large sacks of spices...
“Father, look what I brought you!”
Li Tai led the two Di Jiang to Li Shimin, his face a picture of fawning affection.
Li Shimin was utterly bewildered.
“I’ll be damned, six legs, no head, what the hell is this thing?”
Seeing his reaction, Li Tai grinned smugly.
“Hahahaha, you’ve been exposed.”
“This is called Di Jiang, and it’s incredibly delicious!”
Li Shimin: ...
“Ke’er, beat him!”
Damn it, does he really think I haven’t been to the future and can’t tell he’s calling me ignorant?
“Yes!”
Upon hearing this, Li Ke drew his nunchucks from his waist and swung one at Li Tai’s backside.
“Quick, use your nunchucks, hula hoop...”
“A practitioner of martial arts must avoid this, the benevolent are invincible...”
“Crack!”
“Ouch...”
The nunchuck strike landed solidly, and Li Tai instantly jumped up, clutching his rear.
But what perplexed Li Shimin was why his son was being beaten, and what was the deal with those two Di Jiang?
Just as Li Ke started singing his nunchuck song, the two Di Jiang collapsed on the ground, their six legs twitching rapidly.
“What’s wrong with them?”
After thinking for a long time without understanding, he looked at Fang Er with a puzzled expression.
“Your Ma...”
Sun Simiao quickly corrected himself after uttering a single word: “Your Majesty, you may not know, but although this creature is wondrous, it is extremely sensitive to sound.”
“It fears others will offend its ears.”
Li Shimin: ...
Alright, he already knew Ke’er’s singing was terrible.
He hadn’t expected it to be *this* terrible.
Truly miraculous...
During the meal, Li Shimin suddenly spoke.
“Anzhi, my counterpart finds it inconvenient to meet you.”
“He asked me if you could provide some assistance to the bears.”
Fang Er was taken aback for a moment, then understood.
Li Chengzong.
It must have been this fellow telling stories!
After a moment’s thought, he pushed his rice bowl away and stood up.
“Tell the bears to go to the banks of the Volga River to pick up supplies.”
“I’ll arrange it immediately!”
With that, he leaped onto the gold-dredging ship and flew northwest.
Li Shimin watched his receding back, confirming a suspicion.
This kid definitely wasn’t born and raised in the Great Tang!
Damn, my own words don’t carry that much weight...
He carried a spicy Di Jiang leg, gnawing on it as he walked towards the command center within the city.
Soon, the bears received the telegram.
Reading its contents, they couldn’t believe it was true for a moment.
The rabbits were going to give them fireworks?
The next day, with a mixture of disbelief and hope, they sent people to the Volga River.
Upon their arrival, they were shocked to discover a massive warship anchored on the wide river.
The Little Bird!
By the river, piles of supplies, as high as mountains, were stacked.
Countless AK47s, field rations, and cold-weather military uniforms.
Of course, these weren't the main point!
The main point was that there were two large birch trees...
Two days later, following the rabbits, the bears also issued an international statement.
“Ura!”
Yes, precisely, just two words...
Then, a mushroom cloud rose into the sky, erupting in the backyard of the Hans Cat’s house.
Five days later, another international statement emerged.
“Effective immediately, the Global Village welcomes new members.”
“Please remember our name!”
“I am called Balang!”
“I have a big brother looking out for me, so if anyone dares to mess with me, don’t blame me for calling for backup...”
“Also, thank you to my good elder brother for the fireworks. This thing is very fun, and I’m thinking about where to throw it...”
Chongqing.
“Mother’s spirit!”
“Mother’s spirit!”
“Mother’s spirit!”
After three curses, a hooligan stick flew out from inside the door.
*Crack*, it struck the rock garden outside, breaking into n pieces on the spot.
A stray dog that had wandered in sniffed at it, then disdainfully lifted its hind leg.
*Sizzle...*
After finishing, the stray dog glanced back.
This grandpa dog seems to have gotten a heatstroke.
The color is a bit yellow...
And within these few days, Li Chengzong had also done something even more audacious.
He had people deliver a pile of autobiographies.
For example.
Chu Yunfei received a copy of, "The Biography of Chu Yunfei."
Books like this were given to almost all the generals under the hooligan, one each!
All autobiographies of themselves!
This move was something even Fang Er hadn't anticipated.
Initially, when Chu Yunfei saw his own autobiography, he was somewhat proud.
“Look! The war isn’t even over, and someone’s already written my biography!”
“I never thought I’d have my life story passed down.”
But as he flipped through the pages, his smug expression turned to one of bewilderment.
“Publication date: April 2, 2022?”
“Is this a printing error?”
Flipping further, he found that ninety percent of the book’s content was accurate, and the remaining ten percent were childhood stories he himself couldn't recall.
The more he read, the more astonished he became.
Especially the events after 1943, which left his emotions in turmoil.
After spending two days and nights reading the entire book without rest, he discovered that a letter was attached to the final page’s cover.
The letter explained what a time-space channel was and the origin of those planes and tanks.
“Without planes and tanks, he would have ended up abroad.”
“History has now been rewritten, I hope the General will act wisely.”
Reading these last two lines, he fell into a state of confusion.
Similar situations were occurring in other war zones.
Everyone was as bewildered as he was.
Those qualified to receive autobiographies were all heroes who wholeheartedly served their country, defended against enemies, and sacrificed their lives.
After a long while, Chu Yunfei let out a long sigh.
In the face of those planes and tanks, the contents of this book hardly needed to be doubted.
He abruptly stood up and ordered his staff officer to be summoned.
“Issue a statement for me: From today onwards, my 358th Regiment will change its banner!”
“Regiment Commander, this?” The staff officer was startled by the news.
Changing the banner was far beyond his expectations.
Chu Yunfei looked at the jujube tree in the courtyard outside the door, his gaze firm.
“Without changing the banner, I cannot be buried in my homeland after death!”
“Without changing the banner, both you and I are sinners of the nation!”
“These years, everyone knows what the higher-ups have been doing.”
“The history of thousands of years tells us that this world, in the end, does not belong to a select few!”
“The times have changed!”
“Yes, Regiment Commander!” The staff officer, after hearing these words, said no more and turned towards the telegraph operator.
The clear-text radio waves, carrying Chu Yunfei’s statement, spread in all directions.
Outside the door, on the jujube tree, a few magpies suddenly descended, chattering incessantly.
It was as if they were singing.
Or perhaps, celebrating.
Watching this scene, a knowing smile appeared on Chu Yunfei’s lips.