Sky Curtain: The opening scene explains the four major cases of the Ming Dynasty plus the early Ming

Tianjing, the Heavenly King's Palace.

Dead silence.

Above the sky, the deafening explosion that tore through the air and the streak of blood that shot out were like the most vicious brand, deeply etched into the pupils of every Taiping soldier.

The Holy Envoy... is injured!

The descendants who vindicated them, brought them divine weapons, and pointed out the way forward were severely wounded by a treacherous enemy using a kind of "sorcery" that they could not understand, right before everyone's eyes!

"Future generations!!!"

Wing King Shi Dakai's eyes were bloodshot. He gripped the "Hanyang Arsenal" picture book tightly, his knuckles turning white from the excessive force.

The cold, metallic texture of the illustrations seemed unable to cool the raging fire burning in his chest!

"A musket! It's a foreigner's musket!"

Eastern King Yang Xiuqing let out a beast-like roar. He turned around abruptly, his scarlet eyes sweeping across the hall before finally landing on Hong Xiuquan.

"Your Majesty! These firearms must originate from the same source as that six-pointed star demon!"

"They not only plot against future generations, they are here now in my Kingdom of Heaven!"

Hong Xiuquan remained silent.

He simply watched quietly as the descendant, pale-faced yet with fiery eyes, was carried onto a stretcher in the sky.

Judy Jun's blood, drop by drop, seemed to fall onto his heart.

It was so hot that he was trembling all over.

That wasn't fear, but a kind of earth-shattering rage that had been touched on its most vulnerable point!

He has always claimed to be the second son of God, the Heavenly Brother descended to earth.

But deep in his heart, the person he most admired and wanted to emulate was Zhu Yuanzhang, the Ming Taizu who drove out the Mongols and rebuilt China!

Zhu Dijun is a descendant of the Zhu family!

It is the direct descendant of the orthodox Chinese lineage!

To harm him is to slap the face of the Ming Dynasty!

To hurt him is to slap Hong Xiuquan in the face!

To harm him is to declare war on all the Han Chinese men who are "fighting against the Hu in Fengtian"!

"Issue my decree!"

Hong Xiuquan's voice no longer possessed any trace of ethereal divinity; it was now filled only with a chilling, ruthless decisiveness.

"check!"

"Thoroughly investigate all foreigners in Tianjing City! All merchants who have excessively close ties with foreigners!"

"Surround all churches! Seal off all foreign firms!"

"I don't care which God they believe in, nor do I care which country their envoys are from!"

He slammed his hand on the throne, and the solid wood cracked open!

"The holy messenger has already told us that religion is merely a tool, not the fundamental principle!"

"Today, I will use the blood of these 'infidels' to commemorate the blood shed by my holy envoy from China!"

"Tell the soldiers to build the Hanyang rifles for me! Build them day and night!"

"I want the world to see whether the foreigners' sorcery is powerful or the guns and cannons of my Han people are stronger!"

"Anyone who harbors or colludes with foreigners, anyone who uses that six-pointed star demon..."

Hong Xiuquan's gaze swept over Shi Dakai and Yang Xiuqing, and his voice transformed into an iron-fisted edict that made the entire city of Tianjing tremble.

"Once verified, no interrogation is necessary!"

"Execute the entire family! Exterminate nine generations!"

"I will first carve out a bright and just world within this heavenly kingdom!"

……

Republic of China, Beiping (Beijing)

National Peking University, Red Building.

The lecture hall was packed.

A middle-aged man, dressed in a long gown and wearing round-framed glasses, who looked gentle and refined, was speaking eloquently on the stage.

He was Hu Shih.

"...Therefore, we must admit that our civilization lags behind Western civilization in many aspects. We don't need to cling to the past; we must dare to 'fully Westernize,' and use a scientific and democratic perspective to reassess all values..."

Hu Shih's speeches were full of classical allusions and were clearly organized.

In the past, this would have drawn cheers and deep reflection.

But today, all the students in the audience had a strange, repressed expression on their faces.

Their gazes would occasionally drift to the window, to the "sky curtain" suspended high in the sky, visible only to them.

On the screen, the image of Judy Jun being shot and falling to the ground was being replayed over and over again.

The glaring blood and the furious roar of "There are no rules anymore!" were like sharp knives, repeatedly cutting into the hearts of these young students!

They are the chosen ones.

They read the classics and also studied Western science and philosophy.

Their hearts were filled with confusion and uncertainty about the future of the country.

The appearance of the sky curtain opened a window for them like never before!

They saw the First Emperor's great talent and strategy, Emperor Wu of Han's "punishing even those far away", and Emperor Taizu of Ming's "expelling the barbarians and restoring China"!

They also saw how, in the shadows that have lingered over thousands of years of Chinese history, those vipers known as "Khazar," those "traitors" who willingly served as their lackeys, eroded their country and murdered their heroes!

And now, a pillar of China who dared to expose the truth to the world has been despicably assassinated right before their eyes!

How could they possibly tolerate this?!

Just then, a student suddenly stood up, his voice trembling violently with anger.

"Hu Shih!"

He stared intently at Hu Shi, his eyes bloodshot.

"While our descendants are shedding blood to uncover the truth of history, you're here talking about 'complete Westernization'?"

"As the descendants on the celestial screen previously stated, someone took the most original historical drafts of our Great Ming Dynasty to America across the ocean, where they were altered and slandered! They attempted to eradicate the spirit of our Han people from its very roots!"

"Mr. Hu, you have lived in the United States for many years and have close relationships with foreigners. You are also a renowned scholar of history..."

The student's voice suddenly rose, turning into a thunderous question!

"Was that you?!"

boom!

The entire lecture hall fell into a deathly silence.

All the students' eyes, like a thousand or ten thousand steel knives that had been tempered, were piercing Hu Shi on the podium!

Hu Shi's gentle demeanor froze instantly.

He adjusted his glasses, trying to conceal the turmoil within him with the composure of a scholar.

He was naturally aware of the existence of the Sky Curtain.

However, he categorized it as an incomprehensible "phenomenon" and stubbornly believed that as the leader of the new culture, he should remain rational and scientific and not be influenced by such "strange and supernatural phenomena".

But he never expected that this fire would burn him!

"Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Hu Shih's voice carried a hint of sternness that was not easily detected.

"Academic research is all about evidence! Your slander is completely baseless!"

"evidence?"

In another corner, a young man in a Zhongshan suit suddenly stood up, holding a newspaper in his hand, his fingernails almost piercing through it!

"The strongest evidence is your attitude, Hu Shih!"

"From the First Emperor to the Ming Dynasty, from the unjust case of the Prince of Qin to the bloody sacrifice of the imperial envoy! Above the heavens, every single event concerns the life and death, the glory and decline of our Chinese nation!"

"We witnessed it, and everyone was filled with righteous indignation and fervor!"

"But what about you?!"

The young man walked step by step out of his seat and approached the podium. His voice grew louder and louder, like a cuckoo crying blood!

"You turn a blind eye and a deaf ear!"

"You're still advocating your 'complete Westernization'! You're still making us reflect on our own 'inherent flaws'!"

"When the enemy is already firing bullets at the backbone of our nation, you're telling us to kneel down and admit we're inferior to others!"

"If you're not a traitor, then who is?!"

"If you're not a traitor, then who is?!"

These words, so scathing and hurtful, struck like heavy blows into the hearts of every student!

Yes!

manner!

Hu Shih's attitude was the biggest problem!

Faced with the greater good of the nation, he chose silence, evasion, and even dissent!

This in itself is a betrayal!

"I……"

Hu Shih panicked completely. Looking at the young faces below the stage, which had changed from admiration to anger and then to hatred, he felt a deep-seated fear for the first time.

He wanted to defend himself, to say that they were blinded by nationalism, and to say that they should calm down and be rational.

But his voice was completely drowned out by an even louder roar!

"Down with the traitor Hu Shi!"

It's unclear who was the first to shout out this slogan.

The next second, the volcano erupted completely!

"Down with Hu Shi!"

"Traitor! Die!"

"Avenge the Holy Envoy!"

The anger, humiliation, and grief that had been suppressed for too long were transformed into the most primal violence at this moment!

Dozens, even hundreds, of young and strong students, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly overwhelmed the podium!

"What are you doing! This is an act of violence! This is irrational!"

Hu Shi screamed in terror as his round-framed glasses were knocked off and his long gown was torn to shreds.

But how could his frail body withstand this raging tide of anger, which was formed by the convergence of countless patriotic hearts?

"Bang!"

A student punched him hard in the face!

Hu Shih's nose broke, and blood and tears instantly covered his face.

"ah--!"

He let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

But this is just the beginning.

"Give me back the Draft History of the Ming Dynasty!"

A student grabbed a chair and, with all his might, slammed it down on his left leg!

"Snap!"

The crisp sound of bones breaking was clearly audible!

"To completely Westernize you!"

Another student kicked him in the right knee!

"Snap!"

Hu Shih's legs were twisted at an odd angle, and he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud.

The excruciating pain nearly made him faint, but before he could even scream, a foot wearing a leather shoe stomped hard on his mouth!

"You're encouraging my baser instincts!"

"You've slandered our ancestors!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

That foot, again and again, relentlessly crushed him.

Teeth mixed with blood and foam kept spurting from Hu Shi's mouth.

His once eloquent and eloquent mouth, full of quotations, is now a bloody, mangled hole!

He wanted to beg for mercy, to scream in agony, to defend himself.

But he couldn't make any sound; all he could manage were meaningless "ooh...ooh..." sounds coming from his throat.

Like a stray dog ​​whose spine was broken by an angry mob...

The entire lecture hall was transformed into an execution ground for trial.

The sunlight streaming through the windows of the Red Building illuminated this chaotic yet somewhat sacred scene.

The sky faithfully recorded all of this.