Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

On the battlefield, Li Jiujiang was like a moving god of death.

Those so-called "Eight Banner Warriors" couldn't even last a single move against him.

Their sticks couldn't even touch Li Jiujiang's body, while Li Jiujiang's punches and kicks broke their bones and completely rendered them unable to fight.

This is no longer a fight.

This is a dimensional reduction attack!

In the modern live broadcast room, everyone was stunned.

"Holy crap... Is this what Chinese soldiers are like? Is this a colonel from the Snow Wolf Special Forces?"

"That's incredible! This is real martial arts! Clean and efficient! Every move is lethal!"

Compared to Colonel Li Jiujiang, those martial arts stars in the entertainment industry are practically dancing!

"I feel sorry for the Indians for a second. How do they survive fighting these monsters in 'unrestricted combat' every day?"

Under the sky.

Inside the Hongwu Hall, Lan Yu watched with great excitement, repeatedly praising the performance.

"That feels great! That's fucking great!"

"This kid is a million times better than his good-for-nothing ancestor! That ruthlessness he has is just like our style back in the day!"

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded repeatedly as he watched, his eyes full of admiration.

"Decisive and ruthless, braver than any soldier! Li Wenzhong, we accept you as our descendant! When we pass away and see you again, we won't curse you!"

Li Wenzhong was already in tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

After eighteen generations of ancestors, finally a descendant has emerged who can earn the approval of the founding emperor! It's all worth it!

Meanwhile, on the other side, Mite Clears Time and Space.

The faces of all the emperors were as black as the bottom of a pot.

Their proud "Eight Banners Baturu" were slaughtered like pigs and dogs in later generations, with no power to fight back!

That humiliation was more painful for them than having their graves dug up!

Just then, on the battlefield, something happened that made all the mites even more devastated.

A burly guard in bright armor noticed Wu Jieke, who was being chased and running away with his head in his hands by Li Jiujiang.

He roared, broke away from the battle formation, and took three steps in two, delivering a fierce sweeping leg kick that tripped Wu Jieke to the ground!

Wu Jie fell flat on his face. Before he could get up, the guard rushed up and stepped on his back, immobilizing him.

The guard was a retired veteran surnamed Ma from Zhu Dijun's team. His ancestors were from the Northwest, and his name was Ma Jun.

He looked at the fat pig at his feet, dressed in Manchu clothing and shouting "The Great Qing Empire," and his anger was instantly ignited!

He raised the rubber baton in his hand and lashed it hard at Wu Jieke's buttocks and back!

"Bang!"

"You bastard! What are you doing, shouting 'ancestral home' like that?!"

"Bang!"

"You call yourself a descendant of Dorgon?!"

"Bang!"

"I'll smash your mite-like soul to pieces with three blows today!"

As he fought, he roared with all his might. His roar carried the ruggedness of a man from Northwest China, as well as the deepest contempt and anger towards these ungrateful bastards!

Wu Jieke was beaten so badly he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The guard surnamed Ma, still seemingly unsatisfied, threw away his stick, grabbed Wu Jieke by the hair, lifted his face off the ground, and roared at the drone camera broadcasting the live stream once again!

"For the sake of our ancestral home!"

"For my second ancestor's house!"

"I'll beat you to death, you bastard!"

These two inexplicable slogans left people from the ancient era completely baffled.

What kind of house? What kind of second ancestor?

But in the modern live broadcast room, a thunderous roar of laughter and cheers erupted instantly!

"Holy crap! Hahahaha! What did I just hear? It's all about the Second Ancestor's mansion?!"

"Pfft—! This guy knows what he's doing! He knows what we want to see!"

"Player of the Day! Today's MVP has to be Ma Ge! Precise defense break! One-hit kill!"

[For those brothers who don't understand, go search for "the mansion that the Empress Dowager bestowed upon the Second Ancestor," and you'll come back to thank me! Hahahaha!]

This joke circulating online about a mite throwing a tantrum and demanding "ancestral property" has now been brought to the real world in the most direct and violent way!

Its satirical effect is off the charts!

Wu Jieke was so ashamed and indignant when this joke was brought up in public that he fainted.

The remaining "Eight Banner Warriors," seeing their leader so humiliated, completely broke down psychologically, dropping their sticks and kneeling in surrender.

A massive "battle to protect the imperial tombs" ended in a ridiculous and humiliating manner less than ten minutes after it began.

The sirens sounded at just the right moment.

A large number of police officers rushed in, handcuffed the thugs who had participated in the fight one by one, and dragged them away like dead dogs.

From beginning to end, they didn't even glance at Judy Jun.

The attitude is self-evident.

The dust has settled.

Zhu Dijun walked to the center of the chaotic battlefield, where Li Jiujiang stood silently behind him, like a guardian deity.

He looked at the camera, at the myriad dimensions of time and space, and the smile on his face vanished, replaced by an unprecedented seriousness and coldness.

"Today, a farce took place here."

"But I want to tell everyone that this is not the end, it's just the beginning."

"Any internal or external enemy that attempts to split the country, insult our martyrs, or subvert our civilization should take a clear look."

His voice was resolute and unwavering.

"Our responses will become more and more direct each time!"

"Each time, they're getting tougher!"

"Each time, it will cause you more... pain!"

After saying that, he turned around and stopped looking at the camera.

He took a brand-new, gleaming entrenching shovel from a staff member.

He walked to the front of the Muling Mausoleum and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, raised his entrenching tool high.

"Now."

His voice, transmitted through the microphone, reached the world.

"I hereby announce the commencement of protective archaeological work at the Qing Muling Mausoleum..."

"Let's begin!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the entrenching tool whistled through the air and plunged into the earthen mound that had been silent for nearly two hundred years!

The first shovelful of dirt falls!

The second generation of the Qingju clan officially started construction!