Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Under the sunset.

Military vehicles roared and drove on the highway, heading straight for Huangfengling in Jiangsu Province, like a giant steel dragon!

On the way there are trucks heading to the Great Steel Wall to transport resources, or trucks that have finished delivering resources and are preparing to go back to load the next batch of resources.

Most of them are civilian vehicles.

Lin Fan looked out the window at the roaring trucks passing by on the road, feeling shocked inside.

Lin Fan brought 230,000 soldiers with him on this trip.

Tens of thousands of military vehicles were mobilized in a mighty and mighty manner.

But there are more than 10,000 trucks on the road?

There is no end as far as the eye can see!

At this moment, Lin Fan deeply felt the belief of the people of Daxia to protect their homeland!

Every Daxia person has no less faith in protecting their homeland than Lin Fan!

Lin Fan, apart from his status as a reincarnation, is just an ordinary Daxia person.

These 140 million compatriots are the true heritage of Daxia!

It is also a force countless times more powerful than the military!

"Didi!"

The civilian truck driving side by side suddenly honked its horn. Lin Fan turned around and saw an acquaintance waving to him through the truck window.

Shockingly...

Lao Wang, the contractor who I had a relationship with before!

"Commander-in-Chief!"

Lao Wang tried his best to wave, with a bright smile on his face.

Lin Fan also opened the window and said with a smile: "Old Wang, I'm here to help again this time!"

"Haha, the commander-in-chief still remembers me!" Lao Wang said excitedly: "I just brought the people and equipment over this time and dropped them off. Now go back and get some building materials!"

Lin Fan nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"

"It's hard work. It's hard work to build a wall for your own home!" Lao Wang grinned: "Besides, the wages there are calculated by day and building materials are collected at market prices. The payment is not low. The first two times Come help me, I just earned two excavators!"

"My workers all just made a down payment on a house!"

"Okay, Commander-in-Chief, I won't say any more. The highway is right at the fork in front of me. You guys are busy!"

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he saluted Lin Fan, then asked the driver to turn on the turn signal and get off the highway along the branch road.

The three trucks behind also got off the highway at the same time.

Obviously, Lao Wang, the contractor, had made a lot of money after helping with the previous two construction projects. Lin Fanke still remembered that when they first met, Lao Wang, the contractor team, only had one truck.

But Lin Fan didn't think there was anything wrong with him making money!

Those who work for the safety of Daxia should make money!

Those who hold wages for everyone should not be allowed to freeze to death in the wind and snow.

If even the people who built the Great Wall for Daxia couldn't afford to eat, then who would be willing to stand up for Daxia's safety?

Although many people are willing to contribute unconditionally to Daxia, it is impossible for the government to accept the good intentions of the people in vain. When that day comes, it means that the government cannot persist, and it will be a shame for the government and the military!

Moreover, hiding wealth among the people has always been what Daxia has been doing.

Of course, under disasters, there are also a group of people who take the opportunity to make money. Daxia has many ways to deal with such people.

at the same time.

In the bumpy car, everyone looked slightly nervous.

Only Bai Qi, Daji, Lu Bu, and Zilu, dressed in primary school clothes, were lying on their seats, immersed in their homework...

"Zilu, Zilu," Bai Qi bit the penholder and whispered with a red face: "You are the best at studying. Have you finished your math?"

"It's finished." Zilu said while reciting Sima Guang's composition about smashing a vat.

Bai Qi said in a deep voice: "Let me copy it!!"

"No." Zilu shook his head.

Bai Qi's face darkened, he held the blood sickle and said in a bad tone: "Don't be so stingy!"

"Hmph, how can you lie about knowledge! Why, do you want to fight with me?" Zilu was not false at all. He held the Confucius pen and rolled up his sleeves: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell the teacher and the teacher will scold you!"

"Don't tell the teacher..." Bai Qi scratched his head in embarrassment. After all, copying the homework cannot be justified.

Zilu's face also relaxed a little, trying to be a teacher: "Mathematics is actually not that difficult. It's just that many people do it wrong."

"Well, let me teach you."

"Well, look at this question..." Zilu pointed to a question and said, "Don't think about addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. It's been a thousand years and you won't be able to adapt to this knowledge. You have to understand it according to your own ideas."

"If you think so, take the Great Qin Iron Armor and surround and kill three thousand enemy troops!"

"Kill the 2,600 people on the other side and make the rest prisoners! You have killed half of the prisoners, how many are left?!"

Zi Lu was worthy of being one of the Seventy-Two Wise Men. He understood the essence of Confucius’ teaching of students in accordance with their aptitude, and in just a few words, he turned a mathematical problem into a familiar battle situation for Bai Qi!

Bai Qi's eyes suddenly lit up, and the obscure numbers and symbols seemed to move, turning into a battlefield that was wailing and killing fiercely before his eyes!

Those modern mathematical symbols and calculation formulas were unfamiliar to him.

But, this battlefield... he is very familiar with it!

"Two hundred left!"

"That's right!" Zilu nodded and continued to point to the next question: "Look, for this question, you took eight people and hacked to death the three on the other side, and five of you on the other side hacked to death, and you led the people to burn them. He led people to sneak attack on your camp..."

Bai Qi's eyes suddenly dawned, and he laughed loudly: "I know what to do, haha, the teacher won't criticize me anymore!"

Lin Fan on the side said amusedly: "Why, Bai Qi, you look like you are afraid of the teacher?"

"Oh, stop talking!" Bai Qi sighed, "The teacher criticized me in class. To be honest, if I hit him, I could kill him with one punch!"

"But as soon as I stood up, Zilu was already standing in front of me, asking me to respect my teacher..."

"But I still refused to accept it. As a result, the teacher punished me to stand. I was not afraid, but the teacher also asked the whole class to stand with me... Oh, those children... To be honest, they are quite cute... I can't help it. In order for my subordinates not to be punished, I have no choice but to obey."

Bai Qi scratched his head and smiled.

He is a man who takes soft things rather than hard ones. If he faces the enemy, he is not afraid at all, but in the face of those compliments...hehe.

When he rushed into the campus with the blood sickle, the children clapped their hands and cheered happily, and a few came up to ask for autographs!

That was love that Bai Qi, the God of Death, had never felt before!

Almost instantly, the God of Death Bai Qi had perfectly integrated into the atmosphere of a primary school student, and lost himself in the children's praise...

Lin Fan nodded and felt relieved. He was really afraid that Bai Qi would cause trouble on campus.

but.

"Wait, subordinate?" Lin Fan was suddenly stunned.

"Don't talk about him," Zilu rubbed his head: "After this guy entered the school, he led the group of primary school students who admired him to form some kind of Daqin Iron Armor reserve team, and he practiced battle formations on the playground during every class. , practice swords, guns, and sticks... He has also been divided into corps commanders, generals, vanguards, and junior generals. He is now almost the leader of the No. 1 Primary School... It is estimated that in a few months, he will be able to dominate several schools within a hundred miles. He became a primary school student and became the top one in the primary school.”

Lin Fan: "..."

"Hello!" Bai Qi was exposed and gritted his teeth: "Didn't you also set up a book club, find a crooked neck tree, and hold textbooks for a group of primary school students to teach under the tree? The Chinese teacher is still wondering if you are here. Troublemaker!"

Zilu was stunned for a moment, then retorted: "Don't blame me. Didn't Daji also lead a group of music teachers to dance the Dashang Dance? She even changed the radio gymnastics to break dancing! I heard that there are people from the entertainment company Go find her to sign a contract and train her to become a singing and dancing singer!"

Daji, who was holding up her mobile phone to interact with fans, curled her lips and said: "Why are you arguing about me? Lu Bu is teaching those students to ride a red rabbit horse. You even went up to help."

"Horse riding is one of the six arts of a gentleman, and it is what scholars should learn." Zilu whispered.

"Then taking a picture for ten yuan is what a scholar should do?" Daji looked at Lu Bu: "How dare you make money from a primary school student! And that is a red rabbit horse among horses, and we will fight life and death with you. My comrade, just ten yuan?”

Red Tuma also snorted in grievance.

Lu Bu counted the money and said in a low voice: "When Diao Chan is rescued, if I don't have money, how can I let her live a good life! The throne is not willing to be my father!"

"Do you know how expensive things are in today's society? What Diao Chan wore back then was a gilded silk skirt and a phoenix beaded and jade scarf. My father used countless skilled craftsmen to make them. They used the most precious things in the world. Everything is worth a thousand pieces of gold, and everything you eat is delicious!"

"It didn't matter to me back then. After all, I am my father's son. One person is worth less than ten thousand people. I can afford to support him!"

"But now, I have inquired. In today's society, a set of Hanfu costs thousands. If I don't have money, won't Diao Chan have to suffer?"

"I've already asked for a part-time job at the bun shop in front of the school. For the sake of me carrying Fang Tian Huaji, they can give me three thousand and five thousand a month as an exception. From now on, I can wait for the opportunity to rescue Diao Chan and work-study at the same time."

"And I can also practice my skills. I remember that Diao Chan seems to like eating steamed buns."

Lu Bu said, raising Fang Tian's painted halberd with pride.

Lin Fan was stunned: "You went to threaten others?"

"No, I used the Fang Tian Hua Ji to knead the dough and chop the stuffing on the spot." Lu Bu said solemnly: "It is indeed my Fang Tian Hua Ji. The handle can roll the dough and the blade can chop the stuffing."

The long, round handle of Fang Tian's painted halberd has traces of flour...

Lin Fan could feel the humiliation of Fang Tian Huaji.

Lin Fan recalled the image of Lu Bu proudly holding Fang Tian's painted halberd and shouting, "I have Fang Tian's painted halberd, which can cut gold and break stone."

I’ll probably have to add two more sentences to that sentence in the future.

"I have Fang Tian Hua Ji, which can cut gold and break stones, the handle can roll dough, and the blade can chop stuffing!"

I guess every customer was full of praise for the steamed buns.

After all, Lu Bu was looking at them with Fang Tian's painted halberd in his hand...

Lu Bu raised his head longingly, his eyes hopeful and said, "In this way, when Diao Chan comes back, I will also be rich."

"If it doesn't work out, I'll take the red rabbit horse to a horse meat restaurant..." Lu Bu thought.

Red Tuma: "???"

"Don't worry, Chitu, after all you are my comrade-in-arms fighting side by side! My life-and-death brother! I won't betray you until the last moment." Lu Bu patted Chitu: "But now in this society, not only me You have to work and make money, and you have to work hard and make money!”

"At least, you have to earn back your fodder money!"

"From now on, every day when I go to work, you will be responsible for taking photos with me. Each photo costs ten yuan. So after all,..."

"If you have enough money, after Diao Chan comes back, I will set up a steamed bun shop. Chitu, you will be responsible for pulling the goods every day, I will be responsible for making the steamed buns, and Diao Chan will be responsible for selling the steamed buns. We will definitely make a fortune." Lu Bu said earnestly: "But if you don't make enough money , In fact, it’s not a big problem, the worst I can do is use you as a bun..."

Lu Bu and Chitu discuss plans to make a fortune.

After all, who can't suffer Diao Chan!

When Diao Chan comes back in the future, she has no money, so how can she do this! That person doesn’t want to be his father!

Lin Fan: "..."

He could probably imagine how strange these four people's trip to campus would be.

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