Parallel world.
Foot Basin Chicken, ever since those four hundred firecrackers exploded at Mount Fuji, no one dared to step forward to take over the government.
Whether it was the invaders still remaining in Zhonghua, or their own people, they were all in a state of stateless leadership.
In all practical terms, Foot Basin Chicken had perished.
And Hans Cat, after being pacified, also cowered.
Xi Lai Le lived in constant fear, hiding in air-raid shelters, afraid to show his face, lest the KGB put a bullet in his head.
This, in turn, freed up John Bull. Hearing Ba Yang declare independence, he was furious.
As for Ba Yang claiming to have firecrackers, John Bull didn't believe it one bit.
He knew exactly how many iron nails you had, you brat!
So, on the very day Ba Yang issued his declaration, he ordered troops to suppress them.
But before the cattle guarding the sheep pen could make a move, a firecracker flew out from the sheep pen.
As a result.
Great Britain was capsized for several days.
John Bull didn't even dare to let out a fart, and immediately withdrew all the cattle guarding the sheep pen.
And at this moment, after days of brewing, the countless Di Jiang that had escaped from the Fuji crater finally attracted the attention of the whole world.
The reason for this world war, in the final analysis, was nothing more than the word "interest."
But now, a stateless Foot Basin Chicken lay before everyone!
Especially after intelligence personnel surveyed it, they discovered the bottomless abyss at the Fuji crater, which could actually lead to another world!
And the rampaging Di Jiang gave everyone an excuse to reach out.
White Eagle: For world peace, to rescue the Japanese citizens in the mouths of the monsters, we have decided to send the Seventh Fleet to support!
Mao Xiong: Don't talk so high-minded. Asian affairs are none of America's business. Get lost!
American Stick: Foot Basin Chicken is ours!
John Bull: That *benzi*, starting with *ri*, I am the setting sun never to set, so everyone get out of the way, it's my turn to show off! kanδん
Ba Yang: You talk as if it's true, don't run away as soon as you see firecrackers!
Macaroni: Sharpening knives... chopping knives... Brother Rabbit, who are we cutting? Also, a weak question, how can you reward me with two big rockets?
White Elephant: I am dead, burn paper for me. For minor matters, summon spirits; for major matters, dig graves. If you miss me too much, come down and accompany me. If you see me online, it's purely post-mortem transformation!
Damn it, before the war even ended, Ba Yang had already risen. I died in my mother's womb. Elephant life is difficult...
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Chongqing.
The hoodlum's club was gone.
This time, what was thrown out was a fine blue and white porcelain cup, which shattered upon landing.
Shouts of anger came from inside the house.
"Damn it!"
"A pack of wolves, they are a pack of wolves!"
"Regardless of anything else, the fact that their respective wars ended so quickly is also our China's merit!"
"They're already thinking about dividing the spoils of victory so quickly, what kind of people are they!"
"Immediately issue a statement for me, whoever dares to covet Foot Basin Chicken, don't blame me for leading thirty thousand troops across the sea!"
After roaring, he found that the room was silent, and the few loyal subordinates around him had no intention of acting.
He took out a pistol from his waist and slapped it heavily on the table.
"What's the matter!"
"Damn it, those dog things below are betraying their country, taking my military pay and defecting to the other side. Now, are you also planning to rebel against me?"
"I'm sorry, please take a look at this." Da Li stood up and took a book out of his briefcase and handed it over.
On the cover, three big characters were clearly printed.
"Modern History"!
The modern history sent by Li Cheng Zong was this single copy, sealed with red wax, and specifically addressed to the big hoodlum who liked to use hoodlum clubs.
The big hoodlum only knew that in recent days, his subordinate units kept reporting defections, which made him extremely anxious.
Now, seeing the book in front of him, he was completely stunned.
He knew that some of his subordinates had defected, but he didn't know the specific reason.
The generals who received the book, whether they defected or not, did not reveal the book to anyone.
After all, this was something related to their lives and fortunes.
Even if they didn't defect, they could still consult the book's contents and find another way out for themselves.
Therefore, this was the first time he had seen a publication from later generations.
With a look of disbelief at Da Li, he then picked up the Modern History and flipped through it.
The more he flipped, the colder his back felt.
Putting aside the authenticity of this thing, just looking at the battles recorded in it, with the situation at the time, his decisions recorded in this book were undoubtedly very much in line with his character.
Even if this thing was fake, the person who wrote this book was an extremely formidable character.
To be able to figure himself out so thoroughly, to be able to guess his arrangements one step ahead in everything, how could he possibly play this game in the future?
He sat there quietly, flipping through the pages, while Da Li and the other generals sat by watching.
When he saw the final outcome, he threw the Modern History out of the reception hall with a bang.
"Damn it!"
"This is slander!"
"This is distorting the facts!"
"Investigate, find out who wrote this book!"
"How dare he defame me *Mou Ren*, what is he trying to do!"
"Find him, kill him!"
However, after he said this, all the soldiers present exchanged glances, and no one stepped forward to respond.
After a long pause, someone suddenly drew his pistol.
"Click..."
After the sound of cocking, the muzzle pointed directly at *Mou Ren*.
"Please forgive me, I cannot obey."
Da Li, who spoke, also took out his pistol and pointed it at the man's bare head.
"They said that as long as you are captured as a token of submission, your past actions can be forgiven."
"When everything is predicted, we only have two paths to choose."
"One is to die overseas, and the other is to surrender."
"I don't want to die, so please lend me your head."
As the words fell, others stood up and surrounded him.
"Damn it, what do you think you're doing!"
"You are rebelling, rebelling against the Three Principles of the People!"
"They are just a bunch of country bumpkins who found some storyteller to write a few books and you're scared shitless?"
"He... tui..."
As he was cursing, someone from the crowd suddenly spat a mouthful of phlegm.
That shiny bald head, thick old phlegm slid down his eyebrows.
That old phlegm was yellow-green...
Like sauerkraut...
This unexpected phlegm stunned him on the spot. For how many years had he suffered such an indignity?
Da Li didn't give him time to recover, and directly shouted towards the door: "Guards! Tie him up and take him to ty to surrender!"
"Krak... Krak... Krak..."
The sound of neat footsteps echoed, and a group of black-clad special agents rushed in.
The leader, with a single punch, knocked him to the ground, and then the others pounced on him like wolves.
In an instant, he was tied up like a zongzi.