Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

On the black soil, villages that had just recovered from the ravages of war were also immersed in joy.

The village chief stood under the big locust tree at the village entrance and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Fellow villagers, our China has stood up!"

The villagers came out of their houses one after another, some wearing aprons and some carrying hoes.

A young woman, holding her child, said with tears in her eyes, "Honey, did you hear that? Our country is no longer afraid of foreigners."

The baby in her arms babbled and laughed, as if it understood.

"Yes, we've stood up, and things will get better and better from now on. I heard that land is going to be redistributed, but I don't know if it's true."

"If only that were true, the children would have food to eat and could go to school."

The news also reached the army.

In the barracks, the soldiers lined up for drills, their steps more resolute than ever before.

Zhao Dazhuang, clutching the machine gun, grinned broadly. "Liu Liuliu, do you think those foreign devils are hiding at home crying right now?"

Liu Liuliu laughed too: "Cry? They probably can't even cry."

Dajun squatted to the side, cleaning his gun: "The reparations have arrived. We can get better equipment now, and we won't have to worry about ammunition in future battles."

Stephen Chow looked up at the sky and said, "Actually, the best news is that we don't have to fight so many wars anymore."

"Yes, peace has been restored."

In the Gobi Desert of Northwest China, an engineering team is exploring for mineral resources.

After receiving the telegram, the person in charge gathered the workers together: "The compensation has arrived, the country has money, and we can speed up the construction of our mine."

The workers cheered.

Lin Tian's command post.

Brigade Commander Chen walked in, holding a list in his hand.

"Sir, the compensation has been fully received, totaling nearly 1.6 to 1.7 billion taels of silver."

A smile slowly crept onto Lin Tian's lips. "This is just the beginning. Once the money arrives, we'll put it to use."

Build factories, construct railways, establish schools, and strengthen the military—we must make our country truly powerful.

The silver paid in reparations is being transformed into machinery in factories, rails on railways, textbooks in schools, and equipment in the army.

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Africa.

A convoy moved slowly along a bumpy dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust. In the center of the convoy was a modified armored jeep.

"Director, we have a new discovery ahead. The initial estimate of the reserves is over one billion barrels."

Adjutant Chen Cheng, sitting in the passenger seat, turned around to report, holding a freshly printed exploration report in his hand.

A technician wearing a hard hat ran over and reported in broken Chinese:

"Director, the oil field produces 500 barrels a day, with very good quality and low sulfur content, which can be exported directly."

"it is good."

The sky was blue and the clouds were white, much better than the smoggy days in China.

Chen Cheng got out of the car, walked to his side, and lowered his voice: "Things are getting lively internationally again, have you seen them?"

"Give it to me."

Chen Cheng took out a telegram and handed it over.

"Lin Tian is really something else."

"When I first arrived in China, I could tell that he was no ordinary person; he was a force for peace."

Weapons that are 40 or 50 years ahead of the world are terrifying to even think about. We can only befriend Lin Tian.

"Thinking back on all these decades of life, I'm still not as capable as an eight-year-old. What a waste of my life!"

He's busy building up China, busy dealing with those foreign devils, he has no time for us.

His gaze swept over the oil wells. "Besides, we've already established a foothold here."

These oil fields, these lands, we developed them ourselves; they're all money-making opportunities.

"But some people say we're deserters..."

"Deserters? What do they know? I have never been a deserter. I am laying the groundwork for the future of China."

"Look at these oil wells, this land, these resources..."

Lin Tian has his China, and we have our Africa; let's keep to ourselves.

Chen Cheng followed his finger and looked over. The derricks cast long shadows in the setting sun, like a row of silent giants.

Will Lin Tian call?

"No, he's a smart man. He knows what he should and shouldn't do. We have no grudge against him, so why would he hit us?"

"Besides, he can be his hero, and I can be my local tyrant."

The land, the people, and the resources here all belong to me.

"Creating heaven and earth? In my life, how many times have I created heaven and earth? Which one of them wasn't creating heaven and earth?"

Now, it's just another groundbreaking thing happening in another place.

"The land here is larger than that of China. Although the resources are a bit lacking, they are sufficient."

Chen Cheng remained silent.

He recalled those years of fighting in the north and south, traveling to so many places, and enduring so much hardship.

Now we finally have our own territory, our own army, and our own resources.

The thought swirled in his mind, and his heart began to race.

"Lin Tian is in China."

We won't provoke him.

One day, he will make sure that all those who once looked down on him know his name.

I also want those who have oppressed China to know that China is not to be trifled with, and I want this land to remember my name.

Chen Cheng remained silent for a long time before bowing deeply: "Your subject, Chen Cheng, is willing to follow Your Majesty and establish a lasting dynasty."

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