The power of the Internet conveys these images across the country.

The stars shine under the long river of destiny, so dazzling.

Someone cried, but she cried proudly.

"This...is a big scene..."

Baihe proudly raised his head and chest out, and he never thought that this wave of scene would be so big.

Originally I only thought it was a starry sky scene like a hanging galaxy.

Unexpectedly, the galaxy of fate was hanging upside down, and it was the time when the stars in China were shining.

A history that is painful but enough to make people proud will be presented in the sky.

Need a limit?

unnecessary...

Because, we hold our heads up and our chests.

...

"Amitabha, we are such a tough nation."

Jueming raised his head and looked at the stars in the sky.

Silently appreciate, pleasing to the eye.

He ate the dishes in front of him.

There is meat and vegetables.

"Master, are you sure you want to eat meat and vegetables?"

The restaurant next to it is still working diligently, and the owner and chef of the small restaurant are busy cooking.

Some people look up at the stars and sigh at the twinkling stars, while others work hard for life and have no time to raise their heads.

"Monks need to eat meat, otherwise they will be without nutrition. The reason for this is because of the provisions of Emperor Wu of Liang in the Southern Dynasty, not the original provisions of our Buddhism." Monk Jueming smiled and said, "How can you kill the enemy on the battlefield without nutrition?"

"Kill the enemy on the battlefield... Are the mages in the army?"

Jueming paused and said, "That's right."

The boss said in awe.

"I admire the soldiers the most. I invited this meal."

He didn't care whether Jueming was real or not.

Jueming smiled and said.

"Thank you."

However, Jueming did not eat for nothing. When he left, he silently left the meal money.

After he had enough water and food, Jueming stood up and left.

He felt a little more and more misty before his eyes, and he looked at the stars in the sky as well.

It also costs a price to digest things in the six barriers.

Jueming felt that his vision was getting blurry.

Looking at the boss who was working hard behind him and rushing to life, Jueming clasped his hands together and said with compassion.

"If I don't go to hell, who will go to hell?"

...........

The scene above the starry sky also began to change.

When human stars are twinkling, it is not only the Chinese stars twinkling.

There are stars from other countries that are flashing.

There were stars in the sky, and at this time, a man inserted the red flag on the ground.

This place called "Russia" was renamed as "Vietnam Republican Union".

He brought thoughts, liberated everyone here, and laid the foundation for the ideological path for later generations.

He was the pioneer and founder of the road, and he stood on the people's standpoint until he died and never wavered.

His name is Lie.

The people of Sharos, who were thousands of miles away, were even crying when watching the live broadcast.

The Internet connects people from all over the world and overseas, and can also see the long river hanging in the sky in Tianhe District through the Internet.

This is their nation, their heroes, their pride.

Even if the later Viei disintegrated, it became the current Sharos, and it would no longer be as glory and honor as it was back then.

But what happened will not change with the changes of history, he is there.

The heroic battle that took place in Dalingrad, countless heroes gave their blood and tears.

In this era, the Viagra Alliance also paid a lot to fight against evil. Unfortunately, after the war, the Viagra Alliance had no cultural output due to the decline of its disintegration.

Now, everyone only knows that America was the hero of the Axis powers that fought against in that era and was the great hero of the Second World War, but they forgot about Viei...

At this time, the leader of Sharos, who was watching the live broadcast, wiped his wet corners of his eyes.

"Sure enough, there are still remembered, our fathers..."

...

Many places, many people, the stories of heroes are remembered by the starry sky of fate, and the stories of modern heroes are remembered from the sky and the galaxy.

There are many well-known history and well-known countries.

There are also small countries that people are not familiar with, in the corner of this world, unknown to anyone.

Lumumba, Congo.

Sankara in Burkina Faso, a rarely known country of gentlemen, under its black skin, the hot heart shines on the starry sky thousands of miles away.

Their struggle and battle were also presented in the sky.

The expatriates from these small countries were crying as they watched the live broadcast on the Internet.

In the distant China, the ancient country in the East.

Someone once remembered that they had come.

...

The White House of America.

The elderly leader is having a meeting.

Suspend the meeting—

The network specialists below are calling one after another to ask whether to implement network control.

It seems that a supernatural phenomenon is happening in the distant ancient Eastern country.

A projection of history appeared above the starry sky.

It seems that all the heroic actions of all generations have been projected onto the land of that ancient country.

The leader quickly came up with a countermeasure.

There is no need to blockade, but increase efforts!

"Prepare the camera, and have plans. Yes, I want to shed tears. When I see my American hero appear, I want a good end and cry proudly and moved for democracy and freedom..."

The White House is also broadcasting live.

The elderly leader was watching the live broadcast on the Internet, with a sad face.

It seems that I can't help myself because of the hero scene in front of me.

Sure enough, soon, over Tianhe District, the fate of the long river of fate reached the American continent.

The story that happened on that extremely rich land.

‘Here comes.’

The head of the White House began to brew a touching expression.

"Let me Amelican be great again... what we symbolize is democracy, and Mesoda."

He closed his eyes and spoke, touching himself.

"Whom you, President...you..." The secretary next to him was quickly reminding the leader.

However, he was immersed in his own touch and spoke generously.

The land is indeed on this American continent.

A group of Indian natives, holding knives and forks and torches, faced the huge gap with the opponent's muskets, were still brave enough to move forward.

Their sacrifice, their blood, their courage.

There is no suspense in the ending of the confrontation between knife and fork and musket.

But this sad song of blood and tears was still engraved in the fate above the sky.

"president!"

At this time, the old leader reacted and felt dizzy when he looked at the reflection of the sky.

What are these?

The cowboys holding muskets were cutting the scalp of the natives, with the smile of the winner and the pleasure of the invaders on their faces, and also inserted a flag into the land they invaded.

The star-striped flags were planted on this banner, the scalp of the natives, and blood.
Chapter completed!