The Dictator of Uncle Nine's World

If this is done...

No, I can’t think about it anymore. If I think about it anymore, my saliva will start to flow!

Hurry up and set it up, then send it back to base!

He opened the panel skillfully, and a long list of directories appeared!

"Military transport truck production line!"

"Military multi-purpose tractor production line!"

"Military personnel transport vehicle production line!"

"Military... production line!"

"Military... production line!"

Wait, the first three are normal, what do the ones after this mean?

If it is not displayed, it means it is unknown. Marshal Cao tried to click it, but it didn’t work!

I see. These are not open yet. Now Marshal Cao can only choose the first three items, military transport trucks, military troop carriers, and military tractors!

Forget it, three is three, it’s better than nothing!

That’s it…

Cao Kun looked at the huge workshop and felt...

"Cao Cheng, you personally take people to send this... treasure back to the Daqingshan base, and bring back some supplies!"

Just wave goodbye, out of sight and out of mind, and send it away quickly!

Cao Cheng saluted, took his men, and sent the treasure away!

"Whoosh~"

A strange voice attracted Marshal Cao. This is...

Four eyes were launched into the sky!

Damn it, I totally forgot about my show!

However, the four eyes have been launched, so there is nothing to see anymore. What else can we do if we don’t sleep?

To comfort the wounded Simu?

Marshal Cao said, I am very upset and I am not in the mood to comfort an old man!

It was a very comfortable sleep, after all, he had been tiring all night. It was not until after noon that Cao Kun opened his eyes!

"General, Minister Wu requests to see you!"

As Marshal Cao's most trusted adjutant, Wang Dahu waited until the Marshal regained consciousness and then came to report.

Yawning, Marshal Cao asked casually, "Wu Hai? What does that sissy want from me?"

"That sissy from Wu Hai said that he wanted to put on a big show for that damn prince in the town ahead, to liven things up!"

"It is said that the dead man used to love listening to operas the most!"

Fuck!

This is Cao Kun’s only thought now. This bullshit was his favorite when he was alive…

He likes watching plays, but I also like beautiful women!

Who of you will put one of you in my bed?

Originally, he didn't plan to pay any attention to this bastard, but after Wang Dahu's words, Marshal Cao changed his mind!

“They give me money!”

Give money?

That’s different, completely different!

Isn’t it just singing opera?

Sure, even if it means letting Wang Dahu take the stage himself!

With golden light flashing in his eyes, Wang Dahu felt inexplicably flustered...

Marshal Cao has prepared everything here and there, and the team is ready to set off!

"Master Simu, Master Ikkyu, let's say goodbye now!"

"Brother Jiale, Jingjing... stop!"

Cao Kun stood on the side of the road and said goodbye to the people who came to see him off one by one!

"Brother Cao, I..."

"Alright, Jingjing, don't delay Marshal Cao's trip!"

Afraid that Jingjing would say one more word and provoke Marshal Cao to lose his bestiality, Ikkiu pulled Jingjing back!

Cao Kun waved to everyone nonchalantly, then jumped onto... the bamboo sedan!

That’s right, the sedan chair carried by several Tartar soldiers was very stable, and it was just the right time for their horses to have a rest!

"Little brother..."

Minister Wu looked at Jia Le in front of him with a gentle expression and deep reluctance!

Damn it again!

Jiale is no longer the same Jiale as before. After spending two days among the soldiers, he knows everything he needs to know!

I know things I shouldn’t know!

Faced with Minister Wu’s sudden...tenderness, damn it, I can’t afford to offend him, but I can afford to hide from him!

With a swish, Jiale disappeared with his agility...

Minister Wu looked at Jiale who had disappeared, and there was a burst of sadness in his eyes. As expected, since ancient times, love has always been followed by regret...

Shaking his head, Minister Wu became more determined in his heart that only money was the most loyal...partner in the world!

When I get back, I’ll use the silver to make a golden stick!

silver?

gold?

"Let's go, let's go!"

Qianhe was still saying goodbye to her senior brother and Ikkyu when she heard Wang Dahu howling in his hoarse voice!

"Brother, Master Ikkiu, goodbye, I'm leaving now!"

Qianhe said goodbye to the two of them with a smile!

Simu stuffed a cloth bag into Qianhe's hand, which contained some glutinous rice talismans and the like, for him to protect himself on the road!

The monk Ikkyu gave Qianhe a sincere advice, "It's noon now, the sun is shining brightly, you can tear down the shed of the copper-horned golden coffin, so that the zombie can absorb more yang energy and die peacefully!"

After hearing this, Qianhe thought it was very reasonable, so he readily agreed and ordered everyone in the east, south, west and north to tear down the shed on the copper-horned golden coffin!

"Master Qianhe, it's time to get going!"

At this time, Wang Dahu walked over and said to Taoist Qianhe.

Qianhe's face froze, then he shook his head with a wry smile, said goodbye to his two Taoist brothers, and left with the copper-horned golden coffin!

At this time, Jiale suddenly appeared out of nowhere and looked at the copper-horned golden coffin going away with an envious look on his face.

"Master, don't worry. After you die, I will make you an identical one so that you can travel comfortably!"

I!

Nima!

For a moment, Simu didn't know whether he should give his good disciple a loving pat on the neck!

The weather at noon was quite good, the sun was shining brightly, and people under the strong sun... were sweating profusely!

Damn, that grandson chose this time to set off?

Not to mention the walking soldiers, even Marshal Cao who was lying on the sedan chair couldn't help but complain!

What the hell is this weather like?

Huh~?

Just as he finished complaining, before he finished speaking, a cloud appeared in the northwest sky, and crows...

Pah, a large black cloud is floating quickly from the northwest!

The darkness completely blocked out the scorching sun, and there was no trace of its previous dominance!

"It's going to rain, hurry up, set up camp!"

Following Marshal Cao's order, everyone started to get busy!

When it rains heavily, there will be strong winds!

The strong wind covered the sky and the sun, blowing the soldiers into pieces, making it impossible to pitch the tent!

The rain has begun to fall, accompanied by strong winds, thunder, and lightning...

As we watched, thunder roared and lightning struck the ground!

Cao Kun cursed in his heart, "Damn it, what was supposed to come has finally come!"

Finally, after going through untold hardships, the soldiers set up Cao Kun's tent, and Marshal Cao hurried in!

He wiped the rain off his face and then looked towards the location of the copper-horned golden coffin. As expected, the place was in chaos!

The Tartar soldiers tried hard to put up the tent. Qianhe and his disciples tried their best to protect the copper-horned golden coffin to prevent the rain from washing away the talismans on the golden coffin!

The tents were pitched, and disagreements arose once again!

Qianhe wanted the golden coffin to go in first, but Minister Wu took the little prince in first!

At this moment, a bolt of lightning appeared overhead and struck the copper-horned golden coffin!

Cao Kun was shocked. Damn it, do you have to be so cruel? The zombies are coming out!