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

After Lu Li finished previewing tomorrow's professional courses, he lay down on the bed, his whole body groaning.

My finger instinctively swipes up, and a new video pops up.

Upon seeing the new title, Lu Li almost lost his composure.

India won again! Why does India, a permanent member of the UN Security Council, always manage to win so decisively? What is the logic behind Bharatiya Janata's winning strategy?

"Oh? Are we going to talk about India today?"

Emperor Yongle (Zhu Di) was slightly taken aback when he saw the title.

Judging from this title, is the story of India set in the future?

But what kind of strange title is "the Five Constants of the Otherworld"?

Zhu Di couldn't understand it, so he directly ordered: "Summon the Three Treasures to come and see."

He was genuinely interested in that part of India.

As Tianmu once said, the future belongs to the ocean.

Those tiny European countries made a fortune through overseas trade, and even became dominant in their regions.

India, being the midpoint of the East-West shipping route, was the perfect transit point and base for the Ming Dynasty's navy.

This is a good opportunity to see just how capable this country really is.

Soon Zheng He entered the palace to pay his respects, and together with Zhu Gaochi, he accompanied Zhu Di to watch the celestial spectacle.

As the leading power in the South Asian subcontinent, India, touted as a future developed nation, the world's most populous country, and a powerful and influential superpower, suffered a humiliating defeat in the 57 air battle.

Of course, Indians themselves don't think so.

In Modi's words, the fruits of Operation Vermilion flow in the blood of Indians.

To save everyone's time, let me summarize: The Indians not only won, but they won decisively.

We won yesterday, we won today, and we'll win even more tomorrow.

"what?"

Li Shimin put down the memorial in his hand, completely stunned.

The Indian side claimed it was a humiliating defeat, but then declared itself the winner?

What kind of logic is this?

Li Shimin scratched his head, puzzled, and asked, "This India, could it be Tianzhu, south of Tibet?"

Fang Xuanling spread the map on the ground and pointed to the protruding part of the southern continent with a bamboo stick.

"Your Majesty, this is the place."

"Hmm... so why did the Indians win? Was the defeat a ploy to lure the enemy deeper into their territory?"

"Hey, what's so special about that!"

Cheng Yaojin spat out a date pit. "Isn't this just turning defeat into victory? I guess India didn't fight well in the first battle, so they announced a victory to boost morale, and then they'll try to get back at India."

Surprisingly, everyone felt that Cheng Yaojin's words made some sense.

After all, Tianmu has already said that China is the "world's most populous country" and a "superpower," so its strength should not be underestimated.

It's not impossible to come back from a loss early on.

……

Of course, to be fair, India's performance in the 57 air battles wasn't actually that bad.

The strongest fourth-generation fighter jet, the Rafale, will lead the charge, advancing from four directions with superior forces.

Unfortunately, the Indians bought new equipment from China and launched a comprehensive and thorough attack on India.

Just as the world was shocked by how China had kept its true strength hidden, India pulled off another incredible move.

A delegation of 70 people was sent to deliver victory speeches to 70 countries around the world.

Indian "winning philosophy" can be said to have shocked the world; it not only involves the individual believing in winning, but also demanding that others believe in their own winning strategy.

The atmosphere inside the Taiji Hall was somewhat strange.

Li Shimin, Fang Xuanling, Du Ruhui, and others all turned their heads and their gazes fell on Cheng Yaojin.

Cheng Yaojin's dark face turned bright red. He scratched his head for a long time before finally managing to utter, "The art of war says, 'When things are weak, make them appear strong.'"

"Think about it, what's the highest level of deceiving your opponent? It's deceiving even your own people!"

"Pfft."

Someone couldn't help but let out a muffled laugh.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of laughter erupted from the Taiji Palace.

Yuchi Jingde laughed so hard he slapped his thigh. "You old fool, do you think this is child's play? Trying to fool your own people? How are we supposed to fight a war like that!"

Li Shimin also put down the memorial, shaking his head and sighing repeatedly.

Having heard all sorts of boasts from Tianmu, I had actually developed some apprehension towards India.

But looking at it now, what kind of superpower is this?

Instead of reflecting on their mistakes after losing, they solemnly send people around to give speeches. What's the difference between them and a clown?

Zhu Yuanzhang had just returned from the Wenhua Hall when he saw the content on the sky screen as soon as he entered the room, and he burst out laughing on the spot.

Zhu Biao, carrying the ginseng soup, stepped forward, puzzled: "Why is Father laughing? These barbarian countries of later generations act absurdly and recklessly; what's so funny about them?"

Zhu Yuanzhang took the ginseng soup and casually placed it on the imperial table, his tone revealing a hint of disdain.

"Biao'er, all those methods used in later generations are things we've already mastered."

"Back when we fought the decisive battle against Chen Youliang, that old bastard killed several of our generals before the battle, saying it was to boost morale and crush our Yingtian Prefecture in one fell swoop."

Zhu Biao readily pressed on, "And the result?"

"result?"

Zhu Yuanzhang grinned, his brows revealing an arrogant and domineering air.

"As a result, they were utterly routed and fled back with their tails between their legs."

"After Chen Youliang fled back, instead of punishing his defeated generals, he held a grand banquet and bestowed titles and rewards upon everyone."

"Biao'er, do you know why?"

Zhu Biao pondered for a moment and then understood the key point: "Because Chen Youliang's prestige has been damaged and the morale of the army has wavered, he can only win people's hearts by bestowing rewards."

"That's right!" Zhu Yuanzhang nodded approvingly. "Chen Youliang knows he's lost, but he can't admit it! If he does, his makeshift team will fall apart!"

"The India depicted in this sky is just like Chen Youliang back then."

There's nothing new under the sun, and people in later generations aren't much smarter than us.

Zhu Yuanzhang picked up the ginseng soup and slowly took a sip.

……

Some friends will definitely ask, are Indians really that easy to fool?

With the internet so developed now, even photos of plane wreckage are out there, how can we still deny it?

If you think that way, then you're underestimating Third Brother.

To understand this logic, we must start with the "Nyaya-vibhanga" (Buddhist logic) that has been passed down from ancient India.

The logic of Buddhist logic is: starting from the result, find a reasonable and self-consistent reason.

If everyone considers it reasonable, then the conclusion and process are correct.

The elites of various dynasties under the sky were all lost in thought.

This logic sounds a bit strange, but I can't quite put my finger on why.

Starting from the result, work backward to find the process and reasons...

For example, when solving a case, first hypothesizing about the culprit and then looking for evidence is also a possible approach.

But what does this have to do with the Indians claiming victory after suffering a defeat?

Just when everyone was puzzled, the sky provided the answer.

Have you noticed that there's a problem here?

That is, what Indians consider reasonable by everyone refers to Indians themselves!

If Indians think something is reasonable, then no matter how absurd it may seem in reality, they consider it correct.

As for how many planes were shot down and who shot them down, that's not important!

We Indians feel we've won, and that's what we win!

"This is outrageous! What kind of twisted and heretical doctrines are they teaching!"

Confucius, who was lecturing, stood up indignantly, his bones cracking as his muscles swelled up.

He ripped open his scholar's robe, revealing his sharply defined, triangular muscles.

As his muscles twitched, the character "德" (virtue) was forcefully formed on his back, and a chilling glint appeared in his eyes.

"Facts are facts; how can we make assumptions based on feelings?"

"Such doctrines, for individuals, lead to moral depravity and untrustworthiness! For families, they disrupt social order and breed shamelessness! For nations, they erode trust between superiors and inferiors, becoming a source of chaos and disorder!"

"Such a scoundrel who twists the truth—if he were before me, I would surely subdue him with virtue!"

Confucius grew angrier as he spoke, and he pressed one hand down on the wooden table in front of him, creating a hole in it.

Zilu, who was not far away, swallowed hard and quickly moved behind a pillar.

Do you even understand the true value of "If I hear the Way in the morning, I can die content in the evening"?

If they find out which road you're going this morning, you're dead tonight!