"Xiang Wang is still so arbitrary, why not look at the other side of the later generation?"

Jiang Yi looked directly at Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu has no expression, and it seems that the impression of future generations has been deeply rooted. If the next scene cannot make him shine, this Chu Bawang will not change.

There are still many people in the live broadcast room with the rhythm, either attacking the collection of Huaxia, or attacking Jiang Yi. Shen Wanrong and others all frowned. Only Jiang Boya showed a smile.

Finally waited for this kid to make mistakes!

"Do a good job of crisis public relations immediately."

Shen Wanrong glanced at Jiang Boya, Jiang Boya immediately converged with a smile, got up, "Solemn": "Please rest assured, I will make the people under my hand do a good job."

Jiang Boya immediately called the person under his hand.

Chen Dao's heart was not good. If Jiang Boya personally shot Jiang Yi in person, there was a problem when she arrived at that time, and she could grab her handle.

But now, the deep -hearted female director is clearly murdered by a knife.

"The general director, the public relations still give it to me ..."

Before Chen Dao said, he saw Shen Wanrong a big white eye.

Obviously, Shen Wanrong is a little dissatisfied with the collection of this issue!

If Shen Wanrong was a few years younger, this was a very adventurous decision to make Jiangyi's outsourcing collection in Huaxia a year before his retirement.

Now, Jiang Yi's operation directly aroused the inner resistance of the general director.

Chen Daoxin led the dedication to retreat, stood behind the viewing room, thinking about helping Jiang Yi solve the problem.

Compared to Chen Dao, Qin Hanming and Chen Jiangming in the Huaxia History Institute are much more leisurely. These two are all the existence of face.

Especially Qin Hanming, he was not afraid of Jiang Yi caused anything!

As soon as the sky collapsed, as long as the old man had a breath, he could not overcome him!

In the picture!

Jiang Yi did not have an influence of the outside world. One was that he didn't know, and the other was that he didn't need to know.

Regarding the collection of Huaxia, Jiang Yi has his own requirements and rhythm, as well as what you want to promote.

As a national platform, the first is always a correct values, followed by the market.

Many programs and people are catering to the market, but Jiang Yi is doing it is the leading market.

He followed everything according to his rhythm and looked at the picture on the river, and a scene appeared again.

Time and space mirror changes again.

But this time it appeared, but it was no longer those twisted naughty.

Between the mountains and mountains, the snow flies, covering the surrounding grass and wood, the white -caps, as if it is tightly wrapped in the three layers of the salt.

A aircraft whistled from the point, making a fierce roar. From time to time, a few bombs fell, bombarding several large holes on the ground, dust splashed, and smoke permeated.

"What is this?"

Xiang Yu frowned and asked: "This king is the first time I saw such a powerful weapon!"

"That is the bomb of later generations, which has the ability to destroy everything on a large scale."

Jiang Yi explained patiently.

After listening to Xiang Yu's eyes, the glory flashed: "If you have this weapon, wouldn't it be hundreds of bombs, can you destroy Liu Bang's hundreds of thousands of troops?"

"But what do you take to see these kings to do these?"

"This is just a weapon. This king cannot see future generations from them!"

Xiang Yu still said with some indignation, and felt that Jiang Yi was a little bit about it.

Jiang Yi pointed to the white snow: "The people of the later generations are in that vast snow."

"In the snow?"

Xiang Yuhu's eyes narrowed, staring at the snow tightly, and seemed to want to see a little clues from there.

It didn't take long, he shook his head: "Impossible!"

"The temperature light there is the king of the king cold. Except for the king, no one can lurk in the snow for so long."

"You said that no one in the future has the bravery of the king, then it is impossible for anyone to hide it in that snow."

Xiang Yu is full of questioning.

Jiang Yi watched the snow full of respect: "The juniors are talking about no one and your courage. Although no one has the courage of the king in the future, they have a heart to China!"

"Xiang Wang's courage is only on the individual, but their courage is the immortal inheritance of Huaxia!"

When I saw the whistling fighter, most people in the live room stopped noisy.

A small part is still rhythmic. When I saw no one respond, all frowned.

"What kind of ghost is this?"

A few people looked at the live room screen, and continued to send the way in the barrage: "Oh, Jiang Yi saw the news of our barrage, and started to show us the so -called tough guy?"

"As the host of the national Taiwan, can you meet the wind like this?"

"According to me, what he took us to see is just some old, weak, sick and disabled!"

These people who continue to take rhythm are decided, and Jiang Yi can never arrange any big scenes in a short period of time.

At the beginning of the conversation Xiang Yu, Jiang Yi asked them to look at Xiang Yu's hundreds of people in tens of thousands of troops, and then let them see Mobei decisive battle, and then let them see the long -term killing of God Baiqi

The battle of Ping, the group performances involved are more than one million.

A show, using millions of group performances, and time is so compact, even if it is a national station, it is impossible to create any grand scene!

They continued to talk crazy on the barrage.

"What's the matter, why don't you talk?"

"That's it, Jiang Yi is clearly transferring the topic, he is wrong, it is wrong!"

"Why did he eat our Ouba, everyone eats on the show, is the state station that is gone?"

These people in the barrage kept starting to vomit.

Then, waiting for them, it was the background supervisors one after another!

"Special, a group of silly X!"

The background director sitting in the viewing room yelled: "Let you have no brain black, forbid you for three years!"

The barrage was finally quieter, and only a few barrage continued to send.

If the background supervisor does not see the real -time viewing of the person who is still over 100 million, he must doubt whether the collection of Huaxia is cool.

"What rhythm is this, and why don't you speak one by one?"

The background supervisor is careful.

Suddenly, he saw.

When the fighter flew over another, no bomb fell in the sky that day, when everything became silent.

In the snow that originally seemed to have no strangeness, it seemed to have a slight creeping!

One after another, wearing a white cloak and wearing worn -out uniforms, slowly got up.

Ice and snow covered them. They patted their faces and snowflakes on their hands, and the scars that were frozen and frozen were clearly visible.

"ha……"

"ha……"

They covered their hands on their mouths, and they were hot, waiting for other soldiers to get up.

One ... ten ... hundred ... thousand ... thousand ...

Tens of thousands of people stand up from this white snow!

None of them wearing intact clothes, none of them were not frostbite.

More than tens of thousands of people were lying in this ice and snow, and they looked lurking for less than ten hours!

"This ... are all the Qin and Han later generations?!"
Chapter completed!