Live broadcast of the old ancestor gossip: Feeding the black moonlight to Qin Shi Huang

Shang Yang now truly experienced what it meant to be sitting on pins and needles.

However, soon all three of them focused their attention on the screen.

Zhou Jia was already stunned watching from the side, for no other reason than that Long Bao's hand speed was beyond her imagination.

God knows how difficult it was for her to play this strategy. She had to worry about how much food and soldiers she had, as well as money and cities. So she thought carefully about every round, but she still couldn't get through it every time.

Long Bao was very fast. At the beginning of each round, he only thought for a short while before submitting his move without any hesitation.

Zhou Jia didn't understand why he did this at all. By the time she realized what was going on...

Already cleared the level.

"End?"

Zhou Jia couldn't believe it. She passed the first level so easily?

So what about her past twenty-six defeats?

Zhou Jia fell into deep thought.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

In Weiyang Palace, Liu Che's laughter was deafening. He had also seen Zhou Jia play before, and knew how badly she had lost. Now with Long Bao as a comparison, it was really...

A world of difference.

No, to say that there is a world of difference between them is exaggerating Zhou Jia's words.

Many girls in the boudoir couldn't help laughing secretly when they saw this.

The Qin ancestors were overjoyed.

God knows how they felt when they saw Zhou Jia playing the game and Qin was destroyed so many times. Now that A Zheng has passed the game, they can finally be proud of it.

Long Bao didn't stop and continued to play. Zhou Jia just watched him silently.

To her, it is a Hu Hai simulator, but to Long Bao, it is a real sweep across the world.

Although he has not grown up yet and is not old enough to fight for the king, this game allows him to be the first to experience sweeping the world.

The kings of the six countries: They have been dead for many years, please do not disturb them.

Zhou Jia...

Zhou Jia became autistic.

"I want to be alone." She pouted aggrievedly.

Long Bao handed her the phone, "Actually..."

He hadn't figured out how to comfort Zhou Jia yet, and the next second he was pulled into Zhou Jia's arms, and someone's rebellious hands ruffled his hair into a mess, "You are truly China's biological son, and your talent is second to none, awesome!"

“Don’t be presumptuous!”

Long Bao had a stern face, but his voice still sounded a little cute, which looked awkward with his face. Zhou Jia didn't care about that and just laughed.

Zhangtai Palace.

Li Si and the others lowered their heads, but they couldn't help but secretly look up to see Ying Zheng's expression.

Fusu was watching relatively openly, but his attention was more focused on Zhou Jia and Long Bao's laughter.

He also wanted to play with his father like Zhou Jia did, and wanted to rub his little father.

Ying Zheng was speechless about Zhou Jia, and he was also aware of the looks his ministers were giving him, but he just didn't take any further thought.

Suddenly I felt a little regretful about sending myself to the afterlife.

Being influenced by Zhou Jia like this, I always feel like it’s the end.

On the screen, Zhou Jia and Long Bao had enough fun, so they let him go and said, "Well, it's getting late, so go to bed early. I have other things to do tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she ended the live broadcast with Wan Chao and sent the children back to their rooms. Miaomiao suddenly said, "Good news, good news, big good news, do you want to hear it?"

Zhou Jia raised her eyebrows, "Tell me about it."

"The passage will be open soon. We are trying to connect now. It is expected to be open before National Day. However, at the beginning, it may only be able to send one person."

Then don’t think about it.

It must be her Majesty!

"Okay, if I can, I will definitely bring His Majesty along for the trip." After Zhou Jia finished speaking, he suddenly realized, "Then can I plan a destination for the National Day trip?"

It’s a pity that she is in Chengdu now and doesn’t know much about the scenic spots and historical sites in Chengdu.

But...it doesn't matter. The most important thing is that the passage for time travel has been opened. Then she can travel freely between modern and ancient times!

“That’s good news.”

Zhou Jia was satisfied.

The next day, after Zhou Jia woke up, the little ones came to ask her where she wanted to go early in the morning because she had been talking about having plans yesterday.

Zhou Jia didn't say much, but just took them out in silence.

Finally, they arrived at a cemetery.

"What is this place?"

"Why are there so many tombstones? Could it be that Miss Zhou Jia brought some young emperors to the cemetery?"

Everyone in the court was whispering.

Ying Zheng was also a little puzzled, as he had no idea what a martyrs' cemetery was.

Their questions are also the questions of the little ones.

"What is this place?"

Chebao was puzzled.

Tiantian looked around and pointed her index finger into the distance, "There."

Wan Chao people and several other people looked in the direction of his finger.

CD City Martyrs Cemetery.

"Martyrs' Cemetery?" Yin Bao looked up at Zhou Jia.

Zhou Jia was holding a bunch of daisies in her hands. As she led them inside, she said, "When I talk to you about those people who risked their lives for us, we usually call them ancestors, right?"

Several little guys nodded.

"They all have a unified name, called martyrs, revolutionary martyrs. In addition to calling them ancestors, we sometimes also call them people's heroes."

The full picture of the Martyrs' Cemetery appeared before everyone.

It was still early, but there were already quite a few people inside.

"A martyr is someone who died defending his country?" Long Bao looked at the other people who came to the cemetery to pay homage and sweep the graves.

"Not only that, there are also many people who died to protect the interests of the people. The definition of a martyr is not unique. In the war-torn era, there were too many people who died to defend their country. Many of them did not leave their names. Many died in a foreign country. Their heroic souls have no place to return. The martyrs' cemetery is equivalent to their resting place."

Zhou Jia said this and placed the daisy in her hand in front of the monument.

The soldiers and emperor of Wan Dynasty were somewhat stunned.

A cemetery for ordinary soldiers?

No, perhaps for future generations, ordinary soldier is not accurate.

But, if they look at it now.

This is simply impossible.

"Will someone erect a monument for unknown people like us?"

The nameless soldiers in those wars stared at the screen hopefully.

Once a war breaks out, only their generals and some commanders will be remembered. How can they, the unknown people, have a say?

Most of them quietly retired after the war, and how they lived after the war depended entirely on fate.

Zhou Jia led them through the cemetery and said:

"You should have discovered something very interesting. Since ancient times, it seems that only those generals who were good at fighting and conquering have left their names in the dynasties.

For example, when talking about resisting the Xiongnu, many people would mention Wei Qing and Huo Qubing, and when talking about resisting the Jin, you would think of Yue Fei...

But what about those soldiers? How many people would remember their names and think that even if a general is very capable, he can't accomplish anything without the support of his subordinates.

In the past, we always focused all our attention on the generals and always ignored the soldiers. I can now find the tombs of Wei Qing, Huo Qubing and others, but I can't find the tombs of those ordinary soldiers."

The tone was calm, stating a fact calmly.

Suddenly, she smiled, looked down at Long Bao and said, "So, compared to Liu Che's two great Han heroes and Li Shimin's twenty-four heroes in the Lingyan Pavilion, I prefer your Terracotta Warriors."