Sky Curtain: My Great Qin must have an aircraft carrier!

The images on the sky changed, and daylight arrived.

During the day, the airstrikes escalated further, with coalition aircraft from various countries taking to the field.

Having lost air superiority, oil-producing countries have become de facto targets, unable to do anything but take bombings.

Tens of thousands of bombs were dropped on various facilities, causing devastating casualties among personnel on the ground.

The scene shifts, showing magnificent cities reduced to ruins amidst endless flames.

High-rise buildings collapsed, bridges broke, and crowds scattered like a swarm of startled ants.

Countless people were so terrified by this hellish scene that they collapsed to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly and chanting the names of various gods and Buddhas.

"Divine retribution! This is divine retribution!"

"Heavens above, spare me! Heavens above, spare me!"

Unable to comprehend this beyond their comprehension, they could only attribute it to the wrath of the gods.

At this moment, the Xianyang Palace was deathly silent.

All the civil and military officials fell silent, their faces pale, staring at the cities engulfed in flames.

This power is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Can an arrow shoot down an iron bird? Can a city wall stop a celestial fire?

Ying Zheng clenched his fists tightly, veins bulging on his forehead.

He suddenly realized that the so-called million-strong army might not last long.

Just then, the voice from the sky rang out again.

The Desert Storm air campaign lasted for 38 days, with multinational forces carpet-bombing oil-producing countries and weakening their military strength by more than half.

[The multinational forces suffered no casualties.]

Having lost air superiority, the ground troops were powerless to fight back. Moreover, the soldiers had no will to fight; more than half chose to surrender or desert.

[After the air raids ended, the so-called land warfare phase was completely pointless.]

Finally, this battle, which shocked the world, lasted for a total of forty-two days and ended with the United States' overwhelming victory.

When the scene returned to calm, Li Shimin regained his breathing, raised his hand to touch his forehead, and found it was covered in cold sweat.

This so-called modern warfare is fucking terrifying!

They were blown up without even seeing anyone, how terrifying!

Fang Xuanling and Du Ruhui exchanged glances, both seeing undisguised horror in each other's eyes.

"His Majesty……"

"Stop talking."

Li Shimin sat down again, picked up the tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold tea slid down my throat, but it couldn't quell the burning passion in my heart.

If the Tang Dynasty had such a divine weapon, why would Emperor Taizong (Li Shimin) need to personally lead an expedition?

He only needs to sit in the Taiji Palace and drink tea to wipe all those barbarians off the map one by one!

Immortal weapons, terrifying beyond belief!

Chengde Mountain Resort.

Emperor Qianlong looked very displeased.

No, it should be said that his expression has been terrible ever since the sky appeared.

But the real reason was that he heard a familiar name.

"The United States," Emperor Qianlong read out.

United States of America?

Emperor Qianlong had a good memory and immediately recalled a familiar name: Huaqi!

Is it...

Could it be that what's being projected from the heavens isn't some celestial illusion, but rather something happening or about to happen in the world?!

Once this thought appeared, it grew like wild grass, impossible to contain.

Heshen secretly glanced up and found that the emperor's face was frighteningly pale.

"emperor--"

"Shut up." Qianlong's voice was so soft that Heshen almost didn't hear it.

But Heshen heard the last sentence clearly.

"Go, retrieve all the reports from the Thirteen Factories regarding overseas countries for me."

Not a single one can be missed.

……

"Tsk, come to think of it, the Gulf War was more than 30 years ago."

In the classroom, Lu Li was somewhat emotional.

Back then, this battle was featured in a magazine and became the enlightenment battle for countless military enthusiasts.

The United States has shown the world that war can be fought in this way!

He casually clicked on the comments section, wanting to see what insightful opinions the silly netizens had to offer.

(This is a complete dimensional reduction attack! They were beaten the whole time, without even a chance to fight back!)

(This is the technological gap! We once considered trading eight J-8 fighters for an F-22, but after developing our own fifth-generation fighter, we admitted that even eighty J-8s wouldn't be enough to shoot down an F-22. That's the technological gap; you can't argue with it!)

(I feel like this is a bit of an exaggeration, isn't it? Back then, the middle and upper management of oil-producing countries were all bought off. The US could have won even if they had fought head-on. What's so great about that?)

(Is it possible that being able to bribe high-ranking officials in other countries is itself a sign of power? lol)

"Hey, that makes sense. Thirty years ago, the United States was the world's beacon."

Lu Li chuckled and, after finishing reading the last comment, realized that the classroom was already more than half empty.

The bell rang for the end of get out of class some time ago. Meng Cheng was packing his schoolbag next to him, staring at him with the look of someone who was looking at an idiot.

"You're really something, you covered everything from beginning to end, it's like you didn't attend the class at all."

"That's not quite right." Lu Li waved his phone. "I call this self-directed learning, just from a different channel."

Meng Cheng was too lazy to waste words with him, so he dragged him toward the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was packed at lunchtime. Lu Li found a corner to sit down with his braised chicken rice, and took out his phone while eating.

You can still get red envelopes, so why not take advantage of it?

As the phone screen lit up, the sky above Wanchao changed once again.

This time, the title really made Lu Li laugh.

[Huangpu Grand Classroom: The Principal Teaches You How to Rub Fine Salt by Hand – An Essential Skill for Time Travelers!]

Salt!

This strategic lifeline, which has been related to people's livelihood and national treasury since ancient times and is equivalent to gold, is actually going to be made public by Tianmu.

It's worth it!

Inside the Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng's pupils contracted slightly, and his five fingers quietly clenched.

"Li Si!"

"Your subject is here!"

"You saw it?"

Li Si had already seen it, and his expression was quite unpleasant.

The salt administration in the Qin Dynasty was a government monopoly, which was the foundation of its fiscal revenue.

If Tianmu really spreads the salt-making technique, wouldn't that be undermining the Qin Dynasty?

Inside the Taiji Palace of the Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin's expression was complex—a mixture of excitement and worry.

The profits from salt and iron are the lifeblood of the nation.

What Tianmu wants to do is to make the salt-making method public to the world!

"Order all prefectures and counties to have all officials of the Salt and Iron Commissioner write down every single word of the contents of the sky screen."

The emperors of the Song, Ming, and Qing dynasties, among others, were aware of the implications and issued similar directives.

Salt and iron were the cornerstone of the rule of successive dynasties, and any technology that might shake or improve upon them would be given high priority.

The public reaction was even more intense!

"Honey, which deity in heaven is going to teach us how to make salt? If we can learn it, won't we become rich?"

Zhang tugged at her husband's sleeve, her voice trembling.

Li Tiezhu quickly lowered his voice: "Don't get excited yet, quickly find something to write down, that's what really matters! Quickly call the kids out so we can look at it together!"

This scene unfolded in countless places, with people looking up at the sky, their expressions and attitudes incredibly focused and earnest.

The most basic wish of working people is to make their lives better.

Just as everyone was watching, a familiar Fenghua accent came from the sky.

His iconic bald head appeared on the screen, his eyes gleaming with laser effects.

Some people say that in ancient times, what brought in money quickly? I don't understand. Couldn't you just hand-crush tons of fine salt? If you can't even do something that's that simple, what kind of time traveler are you?!

[Huangpu Grand Classroom: Fine Salt Refinement - Class Begins!]

[But let me make this clear: in ancient times, salt was as valuable as gold, and selling it privately was a serious crime—you could easily wipe out your entire family!]

If you get caught, don't say I taught you!

Among the vast majority of people in the world, no one recognized this bald man.

However, there are a few special timelines where the reactions are completely different.

In a cave dwelling in Yan'an, northern Shaanxi, the instructor squinted at something for a long time, then suddenly laughed.

He tapped his pipe on the table and joked to his comrades, "This Comrade Chiang Kai-shek is quite popular in later generations. He even started a class to teach people how to get rich."

"Teaching people to make salt? That's a proper way to make a living, better than him commanding troops in battle."

"Hahaha!"

Everyone laughed, and a rare relaxed atmosphere filled the cave dwelling.

But despite his laughter, the instructor quickly composed himself and looked back at the sky.

The method of salt production is also important intelligence for the current base.