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Yang Yun didn't know what Wen Xiandao had created.

He is interacting with the people in the Yanhua live broadcast room.

"Sweeping Monk, you don't really want Kimchi Country to win, do you?"

"That guy is so arrogant, it's annoying to watch."

"Is our country crazy? They want to form an alliance with Kimchi Country, hey."

"It's all the fault of that Li Haijiao, his ancestors must have been traitors."

. . . .

Yang Yun's face was full of black lines, and he didn't know how the head of state would react when he saw these comments.

The dignified head of Yanhua turned out to be a traitor, yo ho, playing big.

After clearing his throat, Yang Yun decided to stand up and explain a few words, otherwise the people would go to the Olympic Center to make trouble again, fearing that something might happen.

"There is Song Xiong next to the sweeping monk. Is that beauty beside him Li Haijiao? Why is there always a beautiful woman beside the sweeping monk?"

"I'll be good, this is too exciting."

Yang Yun said calmly.

The whole kimchi country fell into a state of madness. Everyone felt that the kimchi country was invincible, which made them excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

All Yanhua people enjoyed watching this battle, but under the combined military power of the eight major powers, seeds of fear were left in their hearts.

. . . .

Righteous indignation filled the live broadcast room, the lights of Wanjia in Yanhua were still bright in the middle of the night, and everyone was ready to fight.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

"Sure enough, I knew everything was planned by the sweeping monk."

at this time.

At dusk, the afterglow sprinkled on the bird's nest, and the red fire clouds made the bird's nest look like a phoenix's nest in flames.

"The result will be out soon, just before the next game."

"To be able to break myself like this is worthy of being a military god."

Yang Yun was projected into Yanhua's Olympic Center, watching the battle with Li Haijiao and Song Xiong.

"We are just allies of the World Games. When did you say that the two countries have formed an alliance by force?"

"Brothers! Look at how powerful our kimchi country is. Not only Yanhua wants to form an alliance with us, but now the eight major countries must gather all their strengths to compete with us."

"Damn it, this bunch of little trash can't afford it, they're going to do a sneak attack!"

The barrage returned to positive energy, Yang Yun was very satisfied, and began to look at the battlefield of the kimchi country again.

"You Yanhua broke your promise! You don't keep your word!"

"Brothers, copy guys, ready to fight!"

No matter how stupid the head of the Kimchi Kingdom was, he knew he had been tricked, and roared angrily.

Yanhua didn't pursue it because he didn't like it, because he would return it sooner or later.

Standing on the podium, Hashaby raised his arms and shouted.

Everyone can see this battle. Since the end of World War II, there has been no major war between countries for a long time. I thought that the first war would be the United States and Yanhua, but I didn't expect it to become the Kimchi Country.

The Eight Great Powers didn't deliberately conceal their whereabouts, and the Kimchi Country couldn't find out, but the Yanhua Satellite could clearly see the movements of their troops.

Yang Yun sighed, and with the awareness of being a tool man, he turned on the live broadcast so that Quan Yanhua could see this scene, and connected the phone.

It's not that he's worried about Li Haijiao, this woman is watertight, he's afraid that the people of Yanhua will suffer.

"It's really possible. Esau's character is that killing people with a knife is his favorite thing to do."

The roar of artillery fire in the head of state's palace can be heard across the phone.

The head of the Kimchi Kingdom also realized that he had been tricked, but just as he was about to speak, the shell blasted through the defense and killed him instantly.

Under Yang Yun's ambiguous explanation, many smart people have already seen the clues. Yanhua will play another big game of chess. After the game is completed, the people of Yanhua will really stand up from then on.

Yanhua live broadcast room.

Song Xiong knew he was wrong, and knew that he couldn't speak out against Yang Yun, so he could only curse in his heart and dare not say a word.

"Come on, dare to step half a step into our Yanhua, and beat him to death."

"It should be Li Haijiao. I heard that she is an iceberg beauty. If the sweeping monk wants to capture it, it may be difficult."

Both human beings and animals are extinct on this land, and it only took a short hour.

This went on until ten o'clock in the evening.

The Eight Great Powers are obviously not going to let Kimchi Nation go, because too many people died in the IWC Olympic Games, and there is no shortage of land resources, so it is useless to ask for the territory of Kimchi Nation.

The sea, land and air were completely crushed, and in less than half an hour, the military defense of the Kimchi Kingdom completely collapsed, and all the soldiers cried for their fathers and mothers.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Kimchi Kingdom finally got the news that it was about to be attacked.

"But the Eight Great Powers are so powerful, what if they attack us?"

Within an hour, the kimchi country was in ruins under the suppression of fire, and there was no grass.

"This... It's a big deal. We are not a kimchi country. Give us a try. Try the US country."

"My lord, you seem to have made a mistake."

Yanhua live broadcast room.

What's more, the eight major countries share a small area, and it would be shameful to say it.

With 300 million troops gathered and cutting-edge weapons gathered, the eight major powers are determined to break through the Kimchi Kingdom overnight, show their respective forces to the world, and deter Yanhua at the same time.

"We wrongly blamed them before, how could they harm the country."

The direction they were aiming at was suddenly Yanhua.

An army of 300 million is approaching.

"Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient, be safe and don't be impatient."

In the Olympic live broadcast room, the head of state of Kimchi called. Li Haijiao looked at Yang Yun with obvious meaning.

Out of trust in the sweeping monk, Yanhua's troubled affairs were temporarily suspended, and everyone was waiting for the result, the ending of the next game, Kimchi Kingdom.

"MD, I didn't think there was such a move. Do you want to start a war now?"

Yanhua people are not afraid of death, but if they can live in peace, no one wants to work hard.

Seeing Yang Yun staring at his face, Song Xiong said angrily.

"You take it."

. . . .

Guidance, guns exchange muzzles.

The head of the Kimchi Kingdom: "Aren't we allies? We need Yanhua's help, you send troops, send troops quickly!"

At ten o'clock, the global live broadcast started by the eight major countries headed by the United States.

"I, Yanhua, will never do anything wrong. Everything is based on the interests of the country. Don't worry, I guarantee with my personality that I will definitely not disappoint you in the subsequent results."

The three of them quietly waited for the show, wanting to see the tragedy of Kimchi Country.

There's nothing wrong with that.

People from the Eight Great Nations gathered in the room, looking at the screen in front of them.

Looking at Song Xiong's two panda eyes, the bruises and purple marks on his face, and the big bags all over his head, Yang Yun couldn't help complaining.

Qu Yuan, Confucius, and the application of Chinese characters to the world heritage, anyway, they are just things that the country of kimchi is fancy, just one sentence, "bring it to you."

"You said, did the sweeping monk and Li Haijiao intentionally form an alliance, and then attract firepower, so that the United States can take action to destroy the kimchi country?"

The most advanced guided missiles of various countries bombard, the most advanced fighter jets suppress firepower, and the most advanced aircraft carriers conduct fixed-point strikes at sea.

Yang Yun sneered.

The soldiers in the kimchi country actually believed this kind of nonsense, which made Yang Yun feel that he could not eat kimchi in the future, and people would become stupid if they ate too much kimchi.

Aircraft and warships turned around.

"What are you looking at, I fell it myself!"

"It's not that we don't keep our promises. The main reason is that you have taken too many things that you shouldn't have. Now it's time to return them."

Compared with the enthusiasm outside, the people inside the Olympic Center are extremely calm.

Song Xiong swiped the short video on his phone, completely ignoring this matter.

Li Haijiao took out the mask, put it on skillfully, closed his eyes and rested.

Yang Yun endured it, but still couldn't help asking.

"The Eight Great Powers are going to attack us, please show some face and be more solemn, okay?"