My hotel is full of emperors throughout history.

At 2 PM, the official statement was finally released.

The statement was brief, consisting of only a few sentences:

"Recently, archaeological work in Lintong, Shaanxi Province, has yielded a major discovery. Among the unearthed artifacts are several uniquely shaped terracotta warriors, whose hand-held objects are of a rather rare design. The archaeological work is still ongoing, and relevant information will be released to the public in an appropriate manner. We thank the public for their concern and support for cultural relic preservation."

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"Saying it is the same as saying nothing."

Translation: We don't know what happened either, don't ask.

"Re-translated: It's true, but we can't explain it."

"The ultimate translation: It wasn't just that technician who cracked; it was all of us."

"As expected, you guys are really good at Chinese-to-Chinese translation."

At 4 PM, a short video went viral on various platforms.

In the video, an elderly expert with a full head of white hair—someone recognized him as Qian Xuesen—stood next to the ceramic tank and said something to the camera.

"I've studied Qin and Han history my whole life. I thought I'd seen it all. I thought I knew everything."

He paused, pointed at the cannon barrel, and gave a wry smile.

"But I've never seen this before."

The video has been viewed over 100 million times.

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I heard Qian Xuesen's "I fucking bastard" three times, it was hilarious.

"Qian Lao's expression said it all."

"This is not shock, this is the collapse of faith."

"A lifetime of learning was wiped out by a ceramic tank."

"Hang in there, Mr. Qian, and so can we."

At 8 PM, the live stream from the Lintong archaeological site began.

Three million people flooded into the live stream instantly, and the number was increasing rapidly every minute.

In the footage, searchlights illuminate the construction site brightly.

The terracotta figure holding an AK has been completely removed and stands quietly in the pit.

Next to it is the terracotta figure holding a machine gun.

Further away, a ceramic tank lay on the ground, its cannon barrel pointing diagonally towards the sky.

The camera slowly pans across them.

The comments section was flooded with messages.

"Holy crap, it's true!"

"AK!"

"machine gun!"

"tank!"

"Qin Shi Huang, how much more are you hiding?"

"I suddenly had a thought—were the Terracotta Army guarding an ammunition depot?"

"Please stop talking upstairs, I'm scared."

"If the ammunition depot is real..."

"That world history..."

"..."

The chat suddenly went silent for a few seconds.

Then someone posted:

"What do you think Xiang Yu saw when he marched into Xianyang?"

A few more seconds of silence followed.

Then someone replied:

"What he saw was probably an empty ammunition box."

"There are also tanks that have run out of fuel."

"There were also Qin soldiers carrying AKs but without bullets."

"No! Perhaps it's because they saw the Epang Palace rise up!"

"Long live the First Emperor!"

"besides……"

"Forget it, stop talking."

"I've started to feel sorry for Xiang Yu."

"Sympathy +1"

"Sympathy +10086"

"Sympathy + the entire Qin Dynasty"

The news spread so widely that even the emperor in the Kremlin knew about it.

At 11 p.m., the lights were still on in one of the offices.

The emperor sat behind his desk with a tablet computer in front of him.

The screen displays a video—a live replay of the archaeological site in Lintong.

He has already watched it three times.

At first glance, he thought it was some new prank video.

The second time, he began to frown.

He fell silent the third time.

The video freezes on the cannon barrel of that ceramic tank.

He stared at the cannon barrel, at the incredibly detailed muzzle brake, and at the outline of the smoking device that was identical to that of the T-62.

There was a gentle knock on the office door.

"Please come in."

The person who came in was the director of the general office.

He walked to the desk with a document in his hand, his expression somewhat subtle.

"Mr. President, this is the report you requested from the Department of Asian Affairs of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. It contains more detailed information about the archaeological discovery in Shaanxi, China."

He took the document and opened it.

The first page features a high-resolution photo of the terracotta figure holding an AK.

The second page contains a high-resolution photo of the terracotta figurine holding the PKM.

The third page contains a high-resolution photo of that ceramic tank.

Page four is a scanned copy of the carbon-14 test report.

The Russian translation is posted next to it.

Page five is a scanned copy of the thermoluminescence detection report.

He turned the pages one by one without saying a word.

He paused for a long time when he turned to the last page.

Then he looked up at the director of the general office.

"Who is this Xiang Yu?"

The Director of the General Office was prepared.

"A figure in Chinese history. A military strategist of the 3rd century BC, and the last general to challenge the Qin Dynasty. It is said that he led 30,000 cavalrymen to charge into the Qin army's lines, ultimately overthrowing the Qin Dynasty."

"Thirty thousand cavalry?"

"Yes."

"What front are you attacking?"

The director of the general office was silent for a second.

"According to new archaeological discoveries... it may be a Qin army line armed with AKs."

The man fell silent.

He looked down at the photos again.

That terracotta figure holding an AK.

That's pretty much PKM.

That T-62.

Then he suddenly smiled.

The smile was very faint, almost imperceptible, but the director of the general office saw it.

"Mr. President?"

The man shook his head and pushed the tablet computer in front of him.

Have you watched this live stream?

"I've read part of it."

"What about those comments? The comments from Chinese people."

"I've seen some."

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on a few comments on the tablet.

"I've started to feel sorry for Xiang Yu."

"Sympathy +1"

"Sympathy +10086!"

……

He was silent for a moment, then spoke softly:

"Xiang Yu led 30,000 cavalry to charge the Qin army lines equipped with AKs."

He paused, then glanced at the ceramic tank again.

"There might also be heavy machine guns and tanks."

The office was silent for a few seconds.

The corners of the man's mouth turned up slightly again.

"He certainly deserves sympathy."

The director of the general office was taken aback for a moment, and then couldn't help but laugh.

But he quickly suppressed his smile.

"Mr. President, what's your opinion on this matter? Those terracotta figures are indeed over two thousand years old, and the test reports show no problems."

He didn't answer immediately, but stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the night outside.

The Kremlin's spires loomed in the night, while Red Square lay deserted in the distance.

"Kalashnikov..." he murmured the name, "the AK-47 designed in 1947. A weapon we are proud of."

He paused, his gaze falling on the terracotta figure holding an AK.

"But how did the Chinese of 2,200 years ago know this?"

The director of the general office pondered for a moment.

"Could it be... that people from the Qin Dynasty came here to buy it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the man staring at him with a strange look in his eyes.

"You mean people from over two thousand years ago are coming to us now to buy weapons?"

"Ivanov, do you think this is a novel?"

"Besides, only a third-rate author could probably write a plot like this, right?"

"..."

The director of the general office remained silent.

"Ivanov."

The man suddenly spoke.

The Chief of Staff was taken aback: "Mr. President?"

He looked up at the director of the general office, his eyes gleaming with an almost mischievous light.

"You know, if the Russian army had AKs when Napoleon marched on Moscow..."

He paused, deliberately leaving his sentence unfinished.

The head of the general office paused for a moment, then continued, "And Napoleon..."

"Napoleon also deserves sympathy."

The man finished speaking for him.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

The laughter echoed in the office for a few seconds before gradually subsiding.

The man looked at the photos again, his expression turning serious.

"Pass the word down and prepare a delegation."

He said.

"I want to go to China to see that thing."

"Yes."

The head of the general office took notes, then looked up and asked, "Any other instructions?"

"there is none left!"