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

The benefits of winning are obvious: it generates amazing support.

Why do people abroad like to study winning?

Because the voting system requires feedback to voters, the essence of electoral politics is the exchange of emotional value, and thus the study of winning has emerged.

And Indian winning theory is the most powerful winning theory in human history.

If we divide winning theories into three types, the most basic one is materialistic winning theory.

I achieved results, therefore I won.

Even ancient emperors had KPIs and performance evaluations.

Take, for example, Emperor Zhenzong of the Song Dynasty. He had no achievements to speak of, yet he insisted on performing the Fengshan ceremony himself, thus destroying the political significance of Mount Tai.

From then on, no emperor in later generations ever performed the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai again.

Zhao Heng was reviewing memorials when a sound from the sky drifted in, and the tip of his pen left a long mark on the Xuan paper.

"What's wrong with me? The Treaty of Chanyuan ensured a century of peace for the Song Dynasty! Have the Liao troops withdrawn? Has the Song Dynasty won?"

Zhao Heng slammed his hand on the table and stood up, his face flushed red.

He created so many auspicious omens and spent countless sums of money on Mount Tai, all for the sake of making a name for himself in history.

As a result, in the eyes of later generations, he became a rotten apple that lowered the status of Mount Tai.

Wang Qinruo hesitated, opening his mouth twice, but ultimately didn't dare to speak.

He was the one who suggested that Emperor Zhenzong perform the Fengshan ceremony.

If the matter of the sky screen were brought up and publicly executed, history books would probably condemn him to the point of being riddled with insults.

……

Meanwhile, at the foot of Mount Tai, banners obscured the sun.

Liu Xiu had just finished the Fengshan ceremony and was in high spirits, preparing to receive the congratulations of his ministers.

Suddenly, these words appeared on the sky.

The once bustling royal campsite fell silent in an instant.

The generals and ministers looked at each other, their breathing slowing down.

The Fengshan ceremony had just ended when Tianmu appeared and said that this thing would be useless from now on.

Isn't this slapping the face of the Han emperor in front of the whole world?

Liu Xiu's face turned from white to red, then from red to green, and his lips twitched several times.

He had just come down from the mountain when the heavens announced to the whole world that the Fengshan ceremony at Mount Tai was no longer useful.

Although it wasn't Liu Xiu who was ruined, the timing was just too coincidental!

Liu Xiu coughed twice, feigning composure, and asked, "Zhonghua, what do you think of me compared to Emperor Zhenzong of Song?"

Deng Yu was staring at his toes, pretending to be dead, when he heard the call, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

How should I answer that?

It seems that no matter whether the answer is yes or no, it's all about disgusting Liu Xiu!

After a moment of mental turmoil, Deng Yu knelt down and shouted:

"Your Majesty has successfully established the imperial dynasty, rebuilt the Han dynasty, and surpassed Emperor Gaozu in merit and Emperor Wen in virtue."

"The Fengshan ceremony to repay Heaven and Earth is an act that conforms to Heaven and the people, and all the people under Heaven are grateful for Your Majesty's kindness."

"How can future generations of unworthy descendants compare to Your Majesty?"

After a few words, the cold atmosphere on Mount Tai immediately melted away.

The military officers all gave a thumbs up, praising him as a scholar for his quick wit and eloquence.

Liu Xiu was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter.

He personally walked down the steps and helped Deng Yu up.

"Zhonghua has such a silver tongue, he can talk the dead back to life."

Liu Xiu looked up at the towering Mount Tai, then at the sky.

Upon closer reflection, Tianmu's words do not make no mistake.

He rebuilt the Han Dynasty; his merits are known to all. Why does he need a mountain to prove it?

"Never mind." Liu Xiu waved his hand, his tone relaxed. "Since the Fengshan ceremony has become a joke, let's just consider it a trip for you brothers to enjoy the scenery."

"But I have taken the Kaiyuan era, which Tianmu mentioned, to heart."

Liu Xiu drew his long sword from his waist, pointing it straight to the sky. "Gentlemen, do you have confidence that we can govern the Han Dynasty to the prosperous Kaiyuan era?"

"I am willing to die for Your Majesty!"

The overwhelming shouts echoed at the foot of Mount Tai, startling the birds in the forest.

Liu Xiu sheathed his sword, a broad smile on his face.

As long as the ruler and his ministers are of one mind, what prosperous era cannot be created?

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Above materialist winning theory is Germanic winning theory, which is extremely idealistic.

I won because I achieved something in the past; and since I was able to win in the past, I will continue to win in the future.

The Industrial Revolution brought unparalleled confidence to Western European countries, which can be considered somewhat logical.

And Indian Winning Theory is about destroying the world.

They're born winners; their lives consist of only two states: winning and preparing to win.

Even if a person dies, it's not considered a loss; rather, it's a victory in reincarnation.

From birth to death, from body to soul, a comprehensive and seamless closed-loop learning approach.

So, are you convinced or not?

Under the vast sky, people from all dynasties have become numb.

I feel like my worldview has been shaken; I simply can't understand the Indian way of thinking.

Emperor Yongle (Zhu Di) felt his eyelids twitch. He had spent his entire life on the battlefield, but he had never seen such a fighting style before.

A loss is a loss, a win is a win, why make so many fuss?

"These barbarians, is their brain disease somehow ingrained?"

"Can you win back lost territory or bring dead soldiers back to life with just words?"

Zhu Di simply couldn't understand it; it was no different from burying one's head in the sand, pure self-deception.

Zheng He was also bewildered, wondering why he hadn't found these people to be so abstract when he went to India to import spices.

If they take the land themselves, can they still claim to have won with a clear conscience?

Just imagining that bizarre scene gave Zheng He goosebumps.

Zhu Gaochi, who had been engrossed in taking notes, seemed to have gained some insight.

"I think that this might be their way of surviving."

"The government has been claiming for years that it is invincible. People hear this so often that they naturally develop a sense of pride."

"This kind of spiritual victory can greatly unite the people and maintain national stability."

Zhu Di smacked his lips, narrowed his eyes and thought about it, feeling that it actually made some sense.

If we can achieve national unity with minimal cost, it is indeed a worthwhile deal.

But he quickly shook his head.

"Even the most unorthodox and heretical paths are no substitute for the upright and honorable conduct of a true Ming Dynasty man."

"Using lies to win people's hearts and minds will inevitably backfire in the future."

Just then, the comments slowly began to appear.

(This shows just how valuable Xuanzang's ten years of undefeated debates during his travels in India truly were.)

(I've realized this: this is the Mahayana philosophy of winning: there is no inherent loss, so where is there no victory?)

(Compared to Trump, who won 365 days a year, winning to the point of begging the president not to win anymore, Modi is still a bit ordinary.) (Chuanzi's Art of War: If you don't know what you're doing, your enemy doesn't know either.)

"Xuanzang? I never imagined he would become so famous in later generations."

Li Shimin gazed quietly at the sky, a playful look in his eyes.

Unfortunately, India was indeed too far away, with Tibet in between; otherwise, Li Shimin would have really wanted to give it a try.

After seeing the might of the Tang warriors, would the Indians still dare to shamelessly claim they could win?

Even as the Supreme General of the Heavenly Strategy and the Emperor on Horseback, Li Shimin dared not boast that he had never been defeated in his life.

The Wei River Alliance had only been over for a short time, and although Li Shimin later captured Jieli Khan alive, he still regarded it as a disgrace.

If we follow the later theories of winning...

Wasn't the Wei River Alliance a tremendous and earth-shattering victory?

"Your Majesty repelled an enemy force of two hundred thousand with only six horsemen; such an achievement is unprecedented!"

"The Heavenly General's divine might is like a prison, subduing the enemy without a fight—this is the highest realm of military strategy!"

Thinking of all this, Li Shimin couldn't help but laugh.

It's truly baffling how people think these days, even after thousands of years.

But it was precisely this that stirred Li Shimin's long-dormant heart.

Having reigned as a peaceful emperor for over a decade, I truly miss the smoke and fire of battle.

Perhaps once canned goods are widely available, we can wipe out that troublesome Goguryeo?

Let future generations know what true victory really means!