I farmed in military academy and crushed the entire intergalactic world.

Chapter 395 China: Requesting Foreign Aid

Old Chen's eyes lit up instantly, as if countless stars were twinkling within them.

On the high-speed train, a male college student jumped up, clenched his fists, and waved them in the air, his face full of barely suppressed excitement: "Principal Lin is awesome!"

Because the scene was too quiet, Lin Xiaohe's words, "Don't worry, I'm here," were clearly heard by everyone.

The entire scene was filled with uncontrollable joy, like champagne bursting forth.

The welcoming team suppressed their inner joy, fearing that they would put too much pressure on Principal Lin and cause her to quit.

But that upturned corner of his mouth is even harder to suppress than AK.

The emergency command team did not ask Lin Xiaohe what to do, but only stated that the country would do its best to cooperate with Lin Xiaohe.

When traveling, there's no need to drive or take the high-speed rail yourself; the government will arrange chartered flights, and flight routes can be approved and adjusted at any time.

Lin Xiaohe accepted the offer: "I want to visit the Forbidden City and the Ming Tombs."

Old Chen gave an OK sign, no problem, all arranged!

With red flags leading the way and green lights all the way, the journey was smooth.

Lin Xiaohe finally got to experience the feeling of privilege, and she had to admit it was quite enjoyable, like returning home in glory.

"Want to go in?"

Previously, the Meridian Gate of the Forbidden City was a special passage for foreign dignitaries. Important foreign guests could enter the Forbidden City by car.

Later, Shan Jixiang, the director of the Palace Museum, believed that the dignity of Chinese culture should not be easily trampled on, and no one should be allowed to drive into the Forbidden City.

Therefore, dignitaries from various countries who wish to visit the Forbidden City must get off their vehicles at the Meridian Gate and walk in.

The welcoming team thought to themselves, "If Principal Lin wants to drive to visit the Forbidden City, of course we'll give him the green light."

Lin Xiaohe's gaze swept over the familiar words and photos on the city wall, but she finally shook her head: "No need, let's go to the next place."

The group exchanged glances. Although they didn't understand Lin Xiaohe's actions, they showed respect and complied.

Lin Xiaohe spent the whole day scouting out the capital.

There is something here, but it's still not suitable for this trial.

After a moment of contemplation, Lin Xiaohe said, "Let's go to the Mausoleum of the First Qin Emperor."

"now?"

"Yes, now."

Without further ado, the convoy headed straight for the airport.

A Gulfstream private jet was already waiting at the airport, with the crew and flight attendants ready to go.

Lin Xiaohe led the way, followed closely by Lu Shimeng.

On the way there, the emergency command team sent a team of 20 people, including Lao Chen, to accompany Lin Xiaohe.

After boarding the plane, Lao Chen suggested that Lin Xiaohe rest more and recharge her energy.

Lin Xiaohe refused, giving the bedroom to Lao Chen and the others: "We have a tough battle ahead, so you all need to take care of yourselves."

This trial of civilization dealt a severe blow to the spirit of these veteran scientists.

They worked diligently under immense pressure, devoting themselves wholeheartedly to the future of China and humanity.

The consequence of lack of rest is that, even with top-notch medical teams supporting them, their bodies are still on the verge of collapse.

The environment on a private jet is excellent, with a private bedroom and a shower.

Perhaps because Lin Xiaohe had given them some reassurance, Old Chen and the others breathed a slight sigh of relief, and fatigue washed over them like a tide.

They stopped insisting and each chose a spot to close their eyes and rest.

I had intended to take a short rest, but less than ten minutes later, the cabin was filled with deafening snoring.

Lin Xiaohe gestured to the flight attendants to get a blanket to cover them. Outside the airplane window, it was pitch black.

If anyone could see the flight path chart, they would be surprised to find that the normally busy routes were all making way for this private jet.

Two hours later, the plane landed.

Old Chen had something on his mind and didn't sleep well. He woke up immediately the moment the plane landed.

He got up in a panic, and only relaxed after finding Lin Xiaohe in the conference room.

That's great, it's not a dream.

It was already past midnight. The Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang is not usually open to the public, but there are always exceptions.

Lin Xiaohe is the exception.

Xi'an, a well-known tourist city in China, remains bustling and lively at night.

However, the road from the airport to the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum was suddenly placed under martial law.

The saying "time is life" is fully embodied at this moment.

The country is indeed doing its best to cooperate with Lin Xiaohe and buy her time.

When Lin Xiaohe stood in Pit 1 of the Terracotta Army of Qin Shi Huang's Mausoleum, she knew that she had finally found what she was looking for.

The next question is, how should she tell Yuan Lang in the training ground to activate this thing?
Lin Xiaohe scratched her head in annoyance, but a slight smile appeared on her lips. Her body was no longer tense, but instead exuded a relaxed and carefree aura.

Lin Xiaohe was always the focus of everyone's attention, and everyone was observing her micro-expressions, whether they were paying attention or not.

Seeing her change in expression, everyone's hearts began to pound violently. They had a vague guess in their minds, but dared not make a conclusion.

"The Terracotta Army consists of four pits, pits 1, 2, and 3, which together cover an area of ​​more than 20,000 square meters..." Bai Cang, the tour guide who was dragged out of bed in the middle of the night to work overtime, was originally full of resentment, but after seeing such a large-scale event and recognizing Lin Xiaohe, he was completely dumbfounded and had to rely on his professionalism to keep up the situation.

To be honest, he didn't even know what he was saying.

Bai Cang wanted to cry but had no tears. "You stubborn mum! Can't you just say it yourself?!"
Everyone present had visited the Terracotta Army.

It was stunning at first glance, but after seeing it many times, it didn't evoke the same strong feelings.

They cautiously examined Lin Xiaohe, then turned to the terracotta warriors in Pit 1, their minds reeling as if a hurricane had swept through them.

The Chinese archaeological community has conducted in-depth and meticulous research on the Terracotta Army, and has not found anything particularly special about it.

Why did Principal Lin come here? Could it be that the rumors about Qin Shi Huang having contact with extraterrestrial civilizations are true?

It shouldn't be.

Those so-called pieces of evidence are completely untenable.

They simply couldn't understand it, so they could only follow Lin Xiaohe around like chicks following their mother hen.

Bai Cangren was numb and could only mechanically introduce: "Before going to the battlefield, the people of the Qin Dynasty would sing their national anthem. 'How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes with you. The king is raising an army, let us prepare our spears and shields...'"

"The popular song online, 'The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis, will fight until their blood runs dry, and will never cease their battle. They have received their mandate from Heaven, and their reign will be long and prosperous,' actually comes from the TV series 'The Qin Empire.' The lyricist drew inspiration from elements of the Book of Songs and the spirit of the Qin people to create this magnificent and widely circulated song."

Lin Xiaohe suddenly asked, "Which of these two songs do you think is better?"

"Huh?!" Bai Cang met Lin Xiaohe's gaze, realizing the question was directed at him, and stammered, "Both are good. I personally prefer the second one."

"why?"

Shirakura lowered his eyes and said dejectedly, "Maybe it's because this song is more in line with our current situation."

"Okay, I understand." Lin Xiaohe turned to Lao Chen, "Go and apply for external assistance."

!!!

Old Chen's eyes were bloodshot. With a speed beyond his years, he immediately dialed the hotline and shouted hoarsely, "Quick! We, China, we... need to apply to use up one of our foreign aid slots!"

Did any of you guess this would happen?