Finally, Liu Shiba, who had been holding it in for twenty seconds, blew out a puff of light blue smoke from his chest, and a mysterious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

Zheng Weida looked at the nagging Liu Shiba strangely, frowned and thought for a while, then chuckled:

"The second wave of air strikes should arrive with the Joint Expeditionary Force seven days later.

The Americans are idiots. Not a single one of the more than 200 fighter jets and bombers in the first wave of air strikes returned, which illustrates the problem!"

Liu Shiba smiled slightly and said:

"Seven days is enough! Let me tell you to have a good rest today and start digging deep holes tomorrow to accumulate food and prepare for a tough battle.

Tomorrow, I will turn the entire Guam into a tomb, a Feng Shui formation, a gloomy ancient tomb that can be entered but not exited..."

After notifying Old Tang to fish for people, he turned back to the hill. Qin Da, who was standing three meters away, said with a smile:

"That's right, let Americans see what five thousand years of Chinese heritage is, and what it means to touch the golden captain!"

Zheng Weida glanced at Liu Shiba and sighed:

"Now! You should be the only one left in China with a serious inheritance, the last golden captain, right?"

Liu Shiba's face froze and he muttered something that only he could hear:

"Maybe... there's another one!"

As he spoke, Liu Shiba's eyes flashed, he looked at the distant sky and said sternly:

"There is a powerful person in America called Pluto Stella. This guy is actually related to the disappearance of my mother. There is also a Xiaoding, one of the Nine Cauldrons of China, beside him."

Qin Da muttered dissatisfiedly:

"Labour and management don't believe how powerful he is? Can he be more powerful than Mao Yi who lost his mind?"

Liu Shiba didn’t know how to explain it, so he finally added:

"Fifty years ago, this guy destroyed Pluto, one of the nine stars in the sky, with one blow. How powerful do you think he was?

What makes him great may not be his strength or martial arts, but his artistic conception, something deeper!

That is a kind of artistic conception! A kind of artistic conception of Tao, the power of the universe..."

Qin Da opened his mouth and didn't close it for a long time...

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Chapter completed!