I'm a police officer in the world of Conan

"That's good!" In

the Kyoto Institute of Historical Research, Dong Changping and Liu Xuexue, two old men with tears in their eyes, no one will resonate with them more than Xiao Xian's statement.

They have lived from the tail of the previous era, and they can better understand the hardships and countless difficulties and obstacles at the beginning.

Xiao Xian's self-description is simply cut on their hearts.

At the same time, the number of people online at the same time in the live broadcast room has broken through to an unimaginable number.

The synthesis and computing system of the back-end technical department is stuck, and it is impossible to count the specific number of people online.

At this point, they were so busy that they didn't care about the statistic, and the only thing they had to do now was to keep the system running.

As long as they don't collapse, they will succeed!

This is an extremely terrible result, and the pressure on the data channel can be imagined.

The manager of the technical department was sweating profusely, and he watched Xiao Xian's live broadcast frame rate continue to fluctuate, and his entire back was already wet.

The special effects in the picture are too macro and advanced, which puts an unimaginable load on more than 100 computers in their technical department.

The

manager of the technical department is in his fifties this year, where did he suffer from this, he looked at Xiao Xian's heroic figure in the live broadcast screen, and muttered to himself:

"Where did this little guy find the technical team? With such a powerful special effects calculation method, a certain Hollywood blockbuster investment is nothing more than that, right?!"

During the live broadcast, a huge clock appeared in the 3D stereoscopic picture behind Xiao Xian.

His eyes were full of sorrow, and he said in a calm voice: "Gentlemen, we can see how our ancestors fought bloody battles from the blueprint of the old era.

In times of peace, we praise the greatness of life, but in the battlefields of the old times, life is the cheapest thing.

We live in a hard-won era, and I implore you to follow in my footsteps again.

Let's go and witness together, the last confession from the defense of Tengxian County!" he

turned around, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the hanging clock.

Time became an observable entity in Xiao Xian's hands!

On his fingers, he could see immeasurable numbers forming and dissipating in the air, as if they had become an eternal cycle in time and space.

The darkness in the sky gradually faded, and the footsteps of war became a dynamic mural of two-dimensional planes in the three-dimensional space.

Countless Sichuan soldiers threw their heads and spilled their blood, swearing to defend the periphery of Teng County.

Fighter jets flew through the sky, like goshawks, and on the ground, enemy tanks and armored vehicles turned into hideous lizards clad in steel-scaled armor, spitting venom that represented death and destruction.

The land was destroyed, the city collapsed, and the once warm was destroyed under the bombardment of countless artillery fire.

The people of the old era fled in a hurry, leaving countless bloody footprints behind.

The Sichuan army only had more than 3,000 troops, and in the face of the enemy's tens of thousands of troops and more advanced weapons and equipment, it resisted for three days and one night.

They were not afraid of death, and with their lives and blood songs they slowed down the enemy's footsteps.

However, in the face of the enemy's layers of heavy armed suppression, they could only retreat to the interior of Teng County, at the cost of more than 2,000 people, delaying the enemy's capture of Teng County.

Wang Mingzhang's troops were forced to return to the inner city, and their remaining troops were only three or four hundred.

The enemy's army had entered the city, the city had been ruined, and it was in ruins and a mess.

They continued to shrink the area they were surrounded, and the ammunition in the troops under the command of Division Commander Wang Mingzhang was about to be exhausted.

Boom!

There was an explosion in the distance, their hiding place was discovered, and it was another tragic chase battle, Wang Mingzhang took what little force he had to fight and retreat, and hid himself in an electric light factory that could be defended.

At this time, there were only a dozen of them left, and a chase battle was the sacrifice of many fighters, and hundreds of other warriors were scattered, and the enemy was still searching for the periphery.

The city of Tengxian is not big, but it is not small, and it will take some time to find them in so many broken houses.