The First Chaos In History

　　 On the afternoon of the arrival of the Hongwu Cannon, we already clearly felt the morale change of the Jin Army. Although he was surrounded before, but finally in order, look at the present. The guards in charge of the patrol all sat under the bunker chatting, and only then did they lazily get up and wander around amidst the scolding and cursing of the officer.

　　It's normal to happen like this. In the past, 3 million of us surrounded 800,000 of them. It is nothing more than three times. It's like two people fighting, one is less than 1.5 meters and the other is 1.8 meters. Although I know it's hard to win, after all, both are humans, I can at least bite you hard before you beat me to death. But if the opponent is such things as Spiderman, Batman, Iron Man, I think there is no need to be nervous and defensive.

　　The people will unanimously suggest that I strike the gold camp while the iron is hot. I vetoed it. Because to be honest, 20 native artillery can not give us an absolute overwhelming advantage. Our real advantage is the ignorance of the golden soldiers, so the later shelling is mostly deterrent. I don’t want to support 20 iron knots. The blunt knives pulled the flesh and killed 800,000 people in a row. It was not worthwhile to force the dog to jump over the wall in a hurry.

　　 But I can’t say that I can’t help it. I asked Wang Yin to copy a lot of flyers. Propaganda that our coalition forces love peace and portray their landlord Jin Wushu as a poor soldier. For the sake of the violent leader who ignores the soldiers life and death... the flyer was worn on the "Terracotta Warriors and Horses No. 3" and stuffed in a cannon. Wang Yin remembered that his second grandfather had spoken to the Kuomintang army as the leader of the propaganda team during the Kuomintang-Communist War. I also specially asked for a speech with full of affection and sincere meaning. Xiuxiu and Mao Sui take turns reading to the other side.

　　 Another problem is cannonballs. The gunpowder that Zhu Yuanzhang brought to me this time was enough. There are also many iron-core bullets. But we generally use shotguns. After hitting, the small rocks, wooden sticks and other debris in the coalition camp were gone. I had a brainstorm to solve this problem together with another problem that has plagued us for a long time: that is domestic garbage.

　　 The 3 million coalition forces produce dozens of tons of domestic garbage every day. We don’t have a garbage disposal site, so we can only temporarily pile it up randomly, which brings a lot of hidden dangers to the lives and health of the soldiers. I simply asked Wang Basan to use these **** as cannonballs and fill them with gunpowder to hit the golden army.

　　 Jin Jun didn't care at first. Even happily, those colorful wrapping paper and plastic fall precariously from the sky, not only beautiful. And many of them have collection value. Even the female celebrities printed on instant noodles in modern times look like pornographic magazine covers. But after a long time, I felt that something was wrong, the **** soup. A pungent and unpleasant smell will be emitted over time, and mosquitoes and flies will breed within a long time. This is definitely a disaster for military camps with high density.

　　 So our daily life began like this: in the morning, the Qin Army used the "Terracotta Warriors and Horses No. 3" to launch flyers, and the half-hour "Good Morning in the Northern Song Dynasty" radio program, hosted by Xiuxiu and Mao Sui. Next, the Ming army will dump the garbage we produced yesterday through the Hongwu artillery to the Jinjun camp. At noon, the "collection team" composed of Li Yuanba Yuwen Chengdu and others will routinely challenge the Jinjun gate. They are mainly responsible for finding weapons for soldiers whose weapons are not in their hands.

　　 3 to 4 pm. We strictly abide by our commitment to a complete ceasefire, and we can watch the soldiers of the gold army from the opposite side come out to release the air and smash themselves in the feet with rocks and bullets. The show at night is a bit monotonous. You can only start the Qinghuo party unilaterally, eating instant noodles and canned food, and making the other person look awkward-Jinjundi's grain and grass may have been stretched a long time ago. I have seen many people live by picking up our garbage. Later, I came up with a way to enrich Jin Bing's amateur life, and asked Wang Yin to get a lot of music tapes for them to play. There are "Two Springs Reflecting in the Moon", "Lover's Ghost", "Requiem" and so on. Anyway, it's the kind of music that makes people feel like they're dead end and homesick.

　　 After another two days, the Golden Soldier is not like an army at all. Most of the time. They slept in a tent that used disposable lunch boxes to make up the ground. Come out and plan something to eat. In the evening, I continued to sit in a tent, listening to mourning and being in a daze. The loose and fulfilling post-modern life transformed many of this group of soldiers into performance artists and poets.

　　 On the morning of the third day, an unfamiliar army composed of two people was stationed behind the Tang army. Their leader sat in a copper carriage and passed through the Tang army directly to the Qin army who was launching leaflets. Wang Ben, who was commanding the troops, was shocked when he saw this man and said: "The emperor!"

　　 Win the fat man slowly get out of the carriage. Nodded slightly. Seeing this, tens of thousands of Qin Jun hurried to the ground together. Cheers loudly: "The emperor!"

　　 I heard noisy outside. When I ran out to see Qin Shihuang, I shouted, "Brother Ying. Why are you here?"

　　 Qin Shihuang took my hand and asked, "Ye (that) steamed buns and Sisi (teacher) come out to touch the oil (no)?"

　　 I said, "Not yet. I'm thinking of a way."

　　 Winning Fatty glared at Wang Ben and said: "Are you silk (yes) what are you going back to four (things)? Hungry (I) let you run away (here) to send (play)?"

　　 Wang Ben said in fear: "The emperor forgive me."

　　 I hurriedly said, "He is not to blame. The situation is a bit complicated. Let's go in and talk slowly."

　　 The fat man casually took a bucket of instant noodles and two pieces of bread at the door of Shuai Zhangdi, and said, "Is the food good?"

　　 I ordered people to bring back the men and horses that the fat man had brought back. While saying: "No way. The buddies are here to help, you have to take care of you if you don't pay them."

　　 The fat man picked up the floor heating pot in the command post and soaked it for himself, and put the disposable fork in front of him. Ask me: "Why are you going back to the four (things) love, buns and the others are easy to pinch?"

　　 I said: "Squeeze it well. It's just that the opponent's main general is a little bit impenetrable."

　　 Winning Fatty frowned and said, "I don't want people. I'm hungry (yes) I'm worried that you are not enough, so come and have a look. Crooked (that) doesn't need a word, and there are more than 200,000."

　　I was touched and said: "People are enough. To be honest, we really can't do anything to them. We won't talk about the damage to the soldiers. There are still tasks for the golden soldiers."

　　 At this time, the tent door opened. Jin Shaoyan and Ersha came in, and Jin Shaoyan saw that Fatty Ying had come in person. I was so touched that he sobbed: "Brother Win..."

　　 Winning the fat man smiled and said: "How about your baby (thin)?"

　　 Er silly looked at winning the fat man hehe silly. The fat man glared at him and said, "Fuck!"

　　 After Qin Shihuang arrived, Jin Wushu finally lost his breath. I don’t know how his mentality has changed. He didn’t pay attention to the army of hundreds of thousands and hundreds of thousands before. Now 20,000 people have touched him. This may be the so-called crushing camel. The last straw--especially Fatty, this straw is not light.

　　 Jin Wushu wrote us a cold letter but couldn’t find it politely. Invite me to go to Jinjun Camp and discuss hostage exchange and other related matters. Although his words are rigorous and neither humble nor humble, I can still feel a kind of depression in it. This guy with the surname Wan(Yan) finally succumbed. The one who sent the letter was the toothman who was bribed by me. Jin Wushu somehow knew what happened between me and him. Send such a person. Obviously, there is also a good intention.

　　 We had a brief discussion in a meeting, and half of the generals disagreed that I would take risks easily. Others don't care, they think Jin Wushu would never dare to take the lives of 800,000 people as a trifling matter. In the end, I decided to go there in person, and I had to explain things to Jin Wushu, and-I really missed the buns a little bit.

　　 There are a few others who must follow. Needless to say, Er Shao, he must go to win the fat man. Others strongly demand to go to many places. In the end, Tong Yuan grabbed a spot because she was a professional bodyguard, and Jin Shaoyan held my hand tightly. I told him, "I promise to bring my teacher back, and you really can't leave. If you are detained, these 3 million people will still be accused of keeping you alive and fighting with Ya." He gave up, of course the guards. The right or wrong 300 is none other than the 300, I specifically told Xu Delong not to be arrogant. Xu Delong said: "Don't worry, although we and Jin Wushu are enemies, but they are our own affairs. If we say hatred, that kid Qin Hui is the most hateful."

　　 So our group of more than 300 people, with the Golden Army prisoners, Nianhan, set off on this afternoon for the Golden Army Base Camp.

　　On the way, I asked the toothman who sent the letter: "The two girls in our place didn't suffer anything from you, right?" I was still very kind to him. After all, people have helped me a lot, so I can easily remember it well.

The tooth general smiled and said: "No, no, I promise. At first, I secretly delivered delicious food to the past. Later, when our marshal found out, we also closed one eye. From my point of view, my marshal actually had peace talks a long time ago. It's really mean, that means you can't save face, especially these days, we haven't eaten anymore, and the two young ladies still didn't dare to treat me badly."

　　The Golden Camp has been opened, and a few soldiers were symbolically arranged in front of the gate to welcome them. As soon as I came in, I pushed on the sticky back and said: "Go, you are free."

　　 Sticky Han said unexpectedly: "You just let me go like this?"

　　 I said: "Then what do you want, a farewell party for you?"

　　 Sticky and hardly said: "Isn't it about exchanging hostages, don't you worry about letting me go first?"

　　 I sneered and said: "Who said I agreed? You are a hostage, but you were released by us. As for our people, there is no exchange problem. Even if you don't have you, I will take them back."

　　 Tong Yuan clapped her hands and said: "Good point!"

I chuckled and said with a low smile: "Is that good man? This is the smart part of my brother. Anyway, 300 of us have entered the 800,000 enemy camp and don't even think about taking him back. It's good to pretend to be a hero and enjoy yourself. "

　　 Tong Yuan chuckled with a smile.

In fact, I still have one more word left-anyway, there are more than 3 million of us outside. Jin Wushu also don't want to keep our people behind. It is necessary to really send someone to stick the knife horizontally. It seemed too stingy for Han to guard against the camp step by step on his neck.

　　 walked forward for a while, Jin Wushu was already waiting there, and he saw us coming. I also wanted to show the scene in a fake way, and I waved my hand and said: "Hurry up. Find a place to talk about things. The formalities are done before dark."

　　 Jin Wushu sullenly accompanied us to the Central Army's Great Account. It was only on the way that I had really seen the Jin Army's current living environment. I saw that every tent had several crossbows of various types inserted in various directions, and the ground and the shed were covered with colorful wrapping paper and plastic bags. Some potholes are full of foul-smelling and unknown putrefaction. The man and the horse stepped on it and grumbled. The soldiers of the Jin Army had their eyes dull and in a trance. Some saw Jin Wushu more soberly and knew how to salute. Many people know us giggle when they see us from a distance. Innocent and harmless...

　　Which is a military camp? The abstract landscape composed of cold weapons and modern garbage makes it look like an apocalyptic background arranged by a genius director. It is colorful and weird and can make epileptic patients get sick at first sight. It can make poets feel like a diabetes collapse at a glance. It is simply the pinnacle of post-modern style, the product of the peace between gods and demons, and a prediction of the consequences of man’s unrestrained development of the earth and his own potential... This is **** art!

　　 Jin Wushu is getting more and more gloomy. Finally, I couldn't help it, and gave me a fierce look and said: "This is all a good thing you did!"

　　 I also knew that I was wrong, so I didn’t say anything, but in my heart I thought: From the perspective of artistic rendering, it would be better if the roof could sag a few more used condoms!