Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 151 151: The things left by our ancestors are still good!
"No!" Chuan Langte slammed the table, his voice trembling and resolute, "Using nuclear bombs is absolutely not allowed! This will nail me to the pillar of shame in history!! We can't do such a thing that goes against human nature and morality!"

No U.S. elected leader would be able to bear the consequences of using nuclear bombs, especially on their own soil.

Chuan Langte is not a fool, he is a shrewd businessman and knows the importance of this matter.

If he did, his life would be over.

Even family businesses are subject to attack by political opponents.

Can not afford.

No one can bear it!

The Chief of Staff stood opposite him, his eyes firm and direct, and he said without flinching:

"Sir, there is no other way now. Who is King Zhao? He has lived for more than 600 years and is no longer a human being. If you take Wanqian into consideration, it will be impossible to deal with Zhu Li!"

Chuan Langte clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force, and his voice trembled slightly:

"Don't you understand? Once we use nuclear bombs, we will become sinners in history and be cursed by the world!"

The chief of staff was silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"Okay, I respect your decision, but facing the current situation, do you have any good solutions?"

Chuan Langte was speechless, his eyes became empty and confused, as if he was looking for an answer that did not exist.

Yes, now he already has one foot on the cliff, and he has long been nailed to the pillar of shame, even without using a nuclear bomb.

If Zhu Li could be dealt with today, there might still be hope for a turnaround, and future generations could also use the argument that the crime was committed in this lifetime, but his merits will be passed down through the ages to whitewash him.

But is it all really worth it?
His heart was full of contradictions and struggles.

The chief of staff sighed slightly when he saw Chuan Langte’s expression.

'It seems that the gentleman is ready.'

'He just needs someone to help him speak out about this decision.'

Thinking of this, he stood up straight, raised his chest, as if he was speaking to Jesus in the church:

"Sir, this is God's will."

Chuan Langte's face turned pale, the bloodshot in his eyes became more intense, and the bitterness in his heart continued to surge.

He slumped down in his chair, waved his hand and said, "Prepare for the parliament."

The chief of staff nodded, turned and left the room.

Iowa.

This state is located between the Mississippi River and the Missouri River. Except for the northwest corner where the terrain is higher, most of the area is open plains.

The soil is fertile and the agricultural products are abundant, and it is known as "more beautiful than a granary".

The northwest corner is composed of moraine hills, and Ochiyedan ​​Hill is 510 meters above sea level, the highest point in the state.

Zhu Li stood with his hands behind his back, at the highest point.

The great formation had dissipated, but the remaining wind was still there, and the formation flags were rustling.

“It’s a real gem.”

Zhu Li looked down and spoke softly.

The sun shines through the clouds, and the golden light illuminates the vast land, as if covering the land with a layer of gorgeous golden gauze.

The plains are full of greenery, with various plants growing luxuriantly, forming a vibrant green ocean.

When the breeze blows, the grass waves roll like surging green waves, making a rustling sound, like a symphony of nature.

In the distance, there are several small hills dotted around. Their shapes are different, some look like giant mushrooms, some look like ancient castles, adding a bit of mystery and charm to this plain.

"Is Your Highness moved?" Tang Feng asked from the side.

There are not many things that Zhu Li can praise.

Zhu Li shook his head and said, "The place is good, but the feng shui is too bad."

Tang Feng's eyelids twitched, how could it not be bad.

People in the entire state have had their blood drawn to transform into spirits. It is simply purgatory on earth. If someone with the ability to see ghosts were looking up at the sky over this state right now, they would most likely see that the entire state is filled with wronged souls.

This kind of negative energy is enough to change any terrain.

Tang Feng did not dwell on this question. He asked, "Your Highness, what should I do next?"

Zhu Li pondered for a moment, then said, "Bring the geomancy map."

Fengshui map is also called map, which was the name used in the Ming Dynasty. Zhu Li was used to calling it this.

Upon hearing this, Tang Mi took out an exquisite map from his arms and gently spread it in front of Zhu Li.

When the map is unfolded, the borders of each state are clearly visible, with square lines outlining each piece of territory.

Zhu Li looked at the borders of various states on the feng shui map and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled.

Seeing this, Tang Mi asked curiously, "What are you laughing at, Your Highness?"

Zhu Li did not answer directly, but asked: "What do you think are the differences between these borders and the borders of my Ming Dynasty?"

Tang Mi took a closer look and was immediately surprised: "Their borders are all square, while the borders of the Ming Dynasty are crooked and do not look very beautiful."

Tang Feng also leaned over to take a look, then exclaimed, "Yeah!" and echoed, "It really is!"

Tang Mi asked again: "Your Highness, why is this? Why is our border divided into such an irregular shape?"

Zhu Li explained: "You don't understand military affairs, so you naturally don't know what's so funny about it."

His voice was calm, but it revealed an unquestionable majesty.

Tang Feng and Tang Mi immediately pricked up their ears and listened very carefully.

Zhu Li pointed to the border line on the map and said slowly: "The border may look nice, but it actually lays the hidden danger of division."

Tang Mi and Tang Feng looked at each other, their eyes full of confusion.

They simply cannot comprehend that border demarcation can pose a divisive threat.

The itch in Tang Feng's heart was aroused, and he asked, "Your Highness, please solve this puzzle."

Zhu Li said calmly: "Take Longguo as an example. Do you know why Hanzhong is not in Shu?"

Tang Mi and Tang Feng answered in unison: "I don't know."

Zhu Li explained it succinctly:
"Hanzhong south of the Qinling Mountains was assigned to Shaanxi. The purpose of this was to make the territory lose its natural barrier in the north and make it difficult to form a complete separatist area. With the political and military centers in the north, this would undoubtedly facilitate the north's control over the southern Qinling Mountains and even the entire Shu Basin."

"This is why the lines on the geomancy maps of the Ming Dynasty are all crooked."

The two brothers and sisters suddenly understood.

That's it!
Zhu Li is not talking nonsense.

Our ancestors paid the most attention to checks and balances, and this is one of the manifestations of this.

As the saying goes, "Shu will be in chaos before the world is in chaos, and Shu will be in order after the world is in order."

There have been too many local separatist forces in the Shu region in history, from Gongsun Shu in the late Western Han Dynasty to Zhang Xianzhong in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Why did so many separatist forces emerge? The main reason is that Shu has a dangerous terrain and abundant resources. It is relatively closed to the outside world and self-sufficient internally, which is why there are so many separatist forces.

From a topographical point of view, Hanzhong is located in the south of the Weihe River Valley in the Qinling Mountains. Whether in terms of geography, climate, or cultural landscape, Hanzhong is closer to the Shu Basin and is quite different from the Guanzhong Plain. Since ancient times, the Qinling Mountains have been the natural boundary between different administrative regions.

In Sima Qian's "Records of the Grand Historian: Biographies of Merchants" and Ban Gu's "Book of Han: Geography", the north and south of the Qinling Mountains were divided into two different geographical regions. The former belonged to Bashu and the latter was Guanzhong. The two regions had very different products, economy, customs and culture.

However, after the Yuan Dynasty ruled Shu, Xingyuan Road located in the Hanzhong Basin was incorporated into Shaanxi Province.

Since then, the Hanzhong Basin and the Guanzhong Basin have been in the same administrative region.

The Yuan Dynasty rulers made such changes obviously for military and political considerations.

During the confrontation between the Song and Jin dynasties and the war between the Song and Yuan dynasties, the Qinling Mountains and the Shu Basin have always been strategic locations that the Song army has defended for a long time by relying on favorable terrain.

The Yuan army will learn from its mistakes and will naturally allow future generations to avoid such risks.

This is all experience.

"This is experience. The United States has never suffered any loss in this regard, so naturally it doesn't know the reason behind it," said Zhu Li.

"It's true. The United States has only been established for more than 200 years, and it has gone through a relatively prosperous era. Things like horse racing and land grabbing could not be done in the Ming Dynasty." Tang Mi nodded continuously.

Tang Feng scratched his head, looking a little silly.

He didn't expect that the topic would go off topic, so he quickly got back to the point and said:
"Your Highness, the current plan is to arrange the next step. The Blood Spirit Formation is not working well now. Should we recruit a few blood slaves of the royal guards?"

Zhu Li said softly, "No need. Wang Wei's blood slaves are extremely precious. It takes days to train one. It's a waste to use them here."

Although his voice was soft, it revealed an unquestionable firmness.

Tang Feng said in a deep voice:
"But your dojo has already been built. After this battle, you will have to practice in seclusion. I'm afraid you can't delay."

Zhu Li glanced at the map and said expressionlessly:

"No need, the United States is finished."

His voice was calm and indifferent, as if he was stating an established fact.

Tang Feng was shocked and asked hurriedly: "I don't understand what Your Highness means."

There was a golden light flashing in Zhu Li's eyes, which made him look inexplicably noble.

He said slowly: "You can't see it, but I can see it."

In Zhu Li's eyes, his perspective suddenly rose, as if he was overlooking the entire earth.

Colorful beams of light shot out from the ground, connecting the universe, like a bridge between heaven and earth.

These beams of light are as colorful as rainbows, and each one contains endless mysteries and power.

They rise from the ground, pass through the clouds, and rush into the sky, connecting with the vast universe.

The light of the beams flickered, sometimes bright as day, sometimes dim as night, as if telling the fate and changes of their respective countries.

Among these light beams, the most eye-catching one is a golden one.

It soars straight into the sky, connecting to the vast universe, emitting tremendous divine power.

This beam of light was like a huge golden needle, shooting out from the ground, piercing through the clouds and piercing the sky.

The surface of the light column was flashing with dazzling golden light, as hot and bright as the sun, making it impossible to look directly at it.

The diameter of the light column is hundreds of meters wide, as if a towering mountain stretches between heaven and earth.

A layer of light golden mist permeated around it, making the entire column of light look even more mysterious.

Some tiny spots of light can be vaguely seen in the fog. They are dotted around the light column like stars, flashing faint light.

As the beam of light continued to rise, its color gradually changed.

It gradually transitions from dark gold at the bottom to light gold at the top, and finally turns into a dazzling white light.

The white light is as hot and bright as the sun, making people feel that a powerful force is brewing within it.

This golden pillar of light is exactly the pillar of luck of the United States. Gold represents the supreme status, which is in line with the way of heaven and also in line with the facts.

There are countless light spots surrounding the light column, which are entwined around the light column like stars, flashing faint light.

These light spots are the symbols of all living beings. There is some mysterious connection between them and the light column. They communicate with each other and form a huge and complex network.

However, among these numerous light spots, only the light spot on the beautiful country's fortune column appeared unusually restless.

These light spots seemed to be driven by some invisible force, and one after another, they fled from the pillar of luck like meteors.

Their speed is astonishing, like lightning streaking through the night sky and disappearing into the vast universe in an instant.

As the light spots continued to disappear, the originally dazzling golden light column began to weaken.

Its color gradually faded, slowly changing from dazzling gold to dull yellow, and then to an almost transparent pale white.

This change seems to indicate that the fate of the United States is undergoing a dramatic transformation, falling from a glorious peak to the bottom.

Cracks and flaws began to appear on the surface of the light column. They spread like a spider web, dividing the entire light column into countless small pieces.

Through the art of qi-watching, Zhu Li knew the fate of the United States, so there was no need to press the issue.

"Your Highness, are you really going to just let it go?" Tang Feng didn't know the secret, so he just asked worriedly.

"of course."

Zhu Li said calmly.

"In fact, there is no grudge between the king and the Beautiful Country. It is just that they have some plans against the king. It is not easy to refine two million blood pills in this era. They have to accompany you."

"Of course, before falling asleep, it is also my duty to clear more obstacles for the Han people."

After hearing this, Tang Feng said no more.

Zhu Li was thinking about something else. The Beautiful Country was a golden pillar of luck and light, so why would it collapse in an instant? It was like a castle in the air, seemingly luxurious, but actually without any foundation.

There is a reason for this too.

Many people have already run away from the United States.

People are afraid of death. Faced with the turmoil and crisis in the country, they choose to flee this once prosperous place.

The United States is a capitalist country with many rich people. No matter where they go, they can continue to enjoy the life of rich people.

They have abundant resources and wealth and can easily start over somewhere else.

How can a country composed of multiple ethnic groups understand what national integrity is?

In such a country, each ethnic group has its own culture and traditions, but has not formed a unified and powerful national spirit.

When a country faces a crisis, different ethnic groups tend to act independently and lack the spirit of unity and cooperation.

Under such circumstances, it is difficult for the country to form a strong cohesion to cope with external challenges and pressures.

"A long history does have its advantages." Zhu Li murmured to himself.

"Your Highness, what did you say?" Tang Mi had very good ears but couldn't hear clearly.

Zhu Li said: "It's okay, let's go."

(End of this chapter)