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

Chapter 397 The Valiant Old Qin
Amidst the laughter and incomprehension of others, the contestants from Dongguo immediately sprang into action.

Yuan Lang and the heads of various districts boarded a plane and headed straight for Xi'an.

The contestants in XA City were not idle either, and spontaneously headed towards the Terracotta Warriors Museum.

"Grandpa, what do we need to prepare for the sacrificial ceremony?" The young man was full of enthusiasm but didn't really understand the intricacies of the ritual.

A slightly hunched old man with rough hands, a pipe without tobacco dangling from his mouth, squinted and mumbled, "In modern society, sacrificial rites vary in lavishness and simplicity, but they are mostly the same few things. It mainly depends on what our ancestors liked to eat."

The young man was at a loss, looking completely bewildered: "What did our dear ancestor, Qin Shi Huang, like to eat?"

cough cough cough.

This question is beyond the scope of the curriculum.

The old man took the pipe out of his mouth and muttered, "I don't know about other things, but at least you should take out some mineral water and wipe the sacrificial plates."

After saying that, he turned his back and softly recited: "The valiant Qin people, united in facing national crisis..."

Finally, the museum director stepped forward to take charge: "In the Qin Dynasty, the standards for ancestral temple sacrifices were extremely high. They typically used 'tai lao,' which consisted of one ox, one sheep, and one pig. The animals had to be male, of uniform color, with intact limbs, healthy and clean, and cooked whole before being placed in a cauldron..."

Oh, I see. The requirements aren't high; I can manage it!
Near the museum, there are many replicas of various bronze tripods.

The only problem is the high water consumption.

Fortunately, Ma Liang's magic paintbrush only took water from rivers, lakes, and seas, and didn't take the water from the mineral water bottle.

The contestants were able to hold on for a while thanks to their stockpiled bottled water.

When Yuan Lang and his party landed in Xi'an, all kinds of sacrificial offerings had already been arranged according to the Zhaomu system.

All is ready except for the opportunity.

As an expert, the museum director naturally took the lead in presiding over the sacrificial ceremony.

Yuan Lang and the others knelt in the first row, with a huge crowd behind them, all of whom were contestants from the nearby Dongguo region.

At that moment, the breeze seemed to stand still, and the glacier overhead reflected colorful spots of light. Everyone's hearts felt as if they were being gripped by a giant hand, and they unconsciously slowed their breathing.

The museum curator licked his lips and announced loudly: "Descendants of the Chinese nation, with heartfelt incense and simple offerings, respectfully present this memorial before the spirit of His Majesty the First Emperor of Qin:"

The mighty First Emperor swept across the six kingdoms, unifying the world. He built the Great Wall to guard the eight directions, and opened up fields to benefit all people. He standardized writing and cart tracks, establishing rules for generations to come and initiating a great undertaking for millennia. His achievements were immense, as majestic as Mount Tai; his ambition was grand, as mighty as the mighty Yangtze River.

The young man knelt on the ground, listening to the museum curator's melodious voice, and silently commented on it.

Before asking someone for a favor, you have to praise them to the skies. If it were you, you'd probably just say, "Your ancestors were awesome, I need to suck up to them."

Thinking of this, he grinned, but when he glanced at the serious-looking elders around him, he immediately suppressed his smile.

The museum curator's voice carried far: "Today, the land of China was once peaceful and prosperous. The unified empire you once created has long since flourished and stands tall in the world."

However, an extraterrestrial demon invaded, and the land was overthrown…

The young man nodded silently. Now it was time to complain. Great and fascinating ancestor, open your eyes and see! Your descendants are being terribly bullied by aliens!

To be honest, he didn't really believe that sacrifices were effective.

If sacrifices were effective, why would the Eastern Kingdom have endured a century of humiliation?
If ancestral worship were effective, why didn't our own ancestors bless us to get into Tsinghua or Peking University? Or even just let our family win the lottery or receive compensation for demolished property?

However, this was ordered by Principal Lin.

Principal Lin possesses a unique and contradictory aura, exhibiting both scientific and superstitious aspects.

As a die-hard fan of Principal Lin, he does whatever Principal Lin tells him to do.

As the museum director drew to a close, he said, "Here, I pray that the spirits of our ancestors in heaven will protect our family and bring peace and prosperity..."

As the speech ended, wisps of incense smoke rose gently.

All was quiet, and no one noticed anything unusual.

Did it fail?
The young man tried to peek up, but his father pressed his head down hard.

hiss.

The young man winced in pain, but dared not utter a sound.

This sacrificial ceremony has attracted global attention.

Even after the incense and candles burned out, the divine soldiers still did not descend from the heavens.

Japanese netizens laughed and made all sorts of sarcastic remarks.

There was nothing they could do; after all, the Sakura Kingdom had suffered a huge loss in the training grounds, with their entire force wiped out!

They have become twisted and perverted in despair.

They just can't stand to see the East Kingdom doing well.

[Oh! Oh! Admit it, you've been fooled by a charlatan and wasted a chance to ask for outside help.]

Fate will not always favor the foolish. You will eventually pay the price for your arrogance.

[Haha, that's hilarious. I really thought there would be some amazing move. This is it?!]

President Trump opened a bottle of champagne, raised his glass to celebrate with everyone: "Cheers to our poor Eastern partners!"

Within the Eastern Kingdom, the streets and squares were packed with people.

They craned their necks, anxiously watching the training ground. They could see the situation on the training ground more clearly than the contestants.

"Keep going! Don't give up!"

"You still have one step to complete!"

"The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis, will fight until their blood is spilled, never ceasing their battle..."

At first, it was a group of teenagers who were shouting these words at the top of their lungs.

Then, one roar after another, like tiny rivers flowing into the sea, finally merged into a deafening, unified roar.

"The valiant Qin people, united in the face of national crisis, will fight until their blood is spilled, never ceasing their battle..."

Across the vast land of the East, hundreds of millions of people shouted in unison, the sound deafening and resounding throughout heaven and earth.

Everyone who believed in Lin Xiaohe shouted loudly, as if they wanted to pass on their strength to the contestants in the trial arena through these words.

Jenny stumbled along with the crowd, shouting, and for some reason, her eyes welled up with tears that streamed down her face.

Her husband's voice was already hoarse, but he was still shouting at the top of his lungs, and the flames burning in his eyes were particularly intimidating.

is that useful?
It might be useful, or it might not.

But if you don't do it, it definitely won't make any difference.

The shouts from the eastern lands seemed to resonate with the trial grounds.

On the training ground, Yuan Lang took the lead, raising his arms and shouting: "The valiant Qin people, let us face the national crisis together! We will not stop fighting until our blood is spilled!"

At that moment, the broadcast was filled with this resolute voice, full of the sound of clashing swords and galloping horses.

Regardless of gender, age, or what the contestants were doing, everyone stopped what they were doing, placed their right hand on their left chest, followed the rhythm of the broadcast, felt their strong heartbeats, and shouted out one after another.

With each shout, my courage grows a little stronger.

Since ancient times, they have never lived in comfort. For more than 4500 years of their five thousand-year history, they have been fighting!

What doesn't kill us makes us stronger.

The same applies to the Civilization Trial Grounds!
Chapter 395 has been rejected.

It's not allowed to be written in the text.

My friend asked me if I had used a color.

She's been wronged! The female lead doesn't even have a boyfriend, so where would she find the time to write her own erotic poems?!