Don't look at the simple conversation between the two, but it took half an hour before and after.

The little nurse Li Hui witnessed the whole process of Tang Minghuang's clothes from semi-dry to soaking wet! Come to think of it, in the eyes of others, I thought that he Tang Minghuang was sweating from the smell of wine + chili peppers!

In the middle, indigenous representatives and faculty members also came to toast.

It's just that they were all blocked by Donald's return salute. In the words of Donald (Don Sr.): My oh royal brother chats with his own royal brother...

Don't bother anyone!

Fortunately...

His pure American Cantonese natives don't understand a word...

…

Except for their own people who belonged to the nature of work, none of those who were invited to "come" came to the banquet that night. No way, who made these two days of work too intense and too tight!

Mary was also busy.

But this great goddess always has to be played!

Therefore, Tang Songyuan said that "all this is just a scene", not only Tang Minghuang felt right, but even Mary herself agreed very much.

But whether it is acting or not, everyone's perception is different.

Anyway, in Tang Minghuang's opinion, all this must be acting!

Otherwise, why can this dwarf winter melon, thief eyebrows, and rat-eyed old seven hug left and right to rub oil up and down? Why... Are they all super stunning tall beauties?

…

The banquet dispersed, the guests and hosts were happy, and Lao Tang took the initiative to invite Tang Minghuang to stay for another night with a cheerful female ticket before leaving. It's the last madness...

As for the natives, they themselves were no longer paying attention to the second half. It's just that after a long time, some of the interesting stories have become the talk of the people after dinner.

…

Although a bit of a rush, the post-industrial invaders still handled everything in an orderly manner.

One example is the follow-up to Buyeo.

In just two days, part of the preliminary work has been completed.

And the workmanship is exquisite, comparable to Hollywood...

Just after 7 a.m. on November 2, 204.

The Fuyu Royal City, which had just been ravaged, was once again awakened by the "ethereal music" from the sky in the glow.

Immediately afterwards, a C141 turned from high to low. Its external hanging sound system allows the natives on the surface to hear the rhythm of "Tokyo has to be hot" more clearly!

Tokyo~

It doesn't really matter whether it's hot or not.

What matters is what it maps.

When C141 passed by, the height was only 100 meters, and the roar and sound effects made the Buyeo Royal City boil in an instant. With the memory of the "dark" last time, this time it was even more panicked.

I never thought that the plane would pass by...

After waiting for more than 10 minutes, the people of the "capital" of Buyeo, who had fled and hid in all directions, saw that the sound disappeared and that there was no "giant bird" above their heads, so they dared to slowly show their heads and gather.

The woman held the child in her arms, the young man tended to the livestock, and the bold young man began to climb high and look far away...

For more than ten minutes, where various crowds gathered, shamans, priests, and clan elders also appeared in the open area.

This scene was clearly seen by the crew of the Magic 707 who were high-altitude reconnaissance...

So, just as the surface crowd was ready to cheer at the joints, C141 swooped down from the clouds again! The takeout is still the rhythm of "Tokyo is hot"~

And, of course, there were four V22s flying down – and their mission was to fly flyers. Drop 1 pack of umbrella bags that "explode" at regular intervals in each building or tent area to complete the task.

The melody of "T-HOT" was played for only a while, and then slowly disappeared again. Nearly 100 umbrella bags in different directions also exploded at a height of 300 meters above the ground.

Before the natives on the surface could hide, the snowflake-like "things" gradually covered an area with a diameter of nearly a kilometer with the wind.

When these "things" fell from the sky for a long time, the natives on the surface had already gone into hiding...

Until, the first bold free man carefully picked up the "thing" in front of the tent...... "Ah~this~"

"Yikes!"

"Wow!"

"Huh~"

Similar sounds echoed around the royal city layer by layer!

…

At the same time, "air raids" of the same nature were carried out in several Buyeo tribal gathering areas. It is even said that as long as tribal groups are found in the central and eastern parts of the entire "Northeast Plain", they will be "bombed".

What needs to be explained here is that the magic change C141 air horn can only be used here in Buyeo Wangcheng. Otherwise, the consequences will be difficult to predict.

As for that, the airdrop stuff is the same everywhere.

It's nothing...

It is some pictorials, posters, pamphlets and the like that "some people think are not suitable for children". The main content, but also such as... What a fruity beauty, a muscular man...

plus men, women, men, women, man, man, and so on... static picture.

Some of these prints are taken by real people, and the models are from the mercenaries and volunteers of Base 01A; Some are pirated copies, that is, the electronic version of the famous album is directly used for printing;

There are also temporary comics, all 3D and hand-drawn.

In short, each department that can print (print) in batches plays its own role, and more than 40,000 sheets (sets) can be made within 36 hours, which is barely enough.

Of course, when it comes to this part of the live model shooting, first of all, whether it is invited or volunteered, it is paid;

The second is these shooting contents, and the most is "T-pants bikini photos"!

Otherwise, it will be cheap native...

And mixed with these SE appreciations, there are hundreds of 1K large white papers that are not folded. There are 8 big characters printed on it: "Welcome to subscribe, do not imitate".

There will always be a dozen of them in each batch of airdropped umbrella bags.

These "materials" are special large white sheets of paper that also serve as a reference for observation and guidance.

The first batch of airdrops is actually just a preparation.

Of course, there is also a special meaning...

…

In short, when the Buyeo natives ~ mainly those free people or warriors in the clan, as well as shamans, witch doctors, and all kinds of "plus" or something, found that this "painting" was very good-looking, the problem came.

First of all, with all kinds of cheers and exclamations everywhere, the nearby "talkers" came forward to collect, and the process was quite orderly.

But soon the "added value" of this print was magnified!

Scramble, it's nothing...

Comic works with text are something that must be grabbed by those who "have status"; A single women's poster (life-size ratio), that must also be worth fighting... Before noon, just around the Buyeo Royal City, these tribes ganged up and fought on a large scale!

Even~

Many women who hugged Suha also competed for a "male man" album in twos and threes!

After that, the magadas and clan elders of various tribes came forward and began to organize horse teams to try to maintain stability...

But it didn't take long for the horse team to mess up on its own...

It was not until the afternoon that all the printed materials were "famous paintings", and the chaos subsided for the time being.

At this time, the second group of high-altitude reconnaissance planes that came to reconnoiter discovered the location of the big white paper, which was consistent with the position predicted by the intelligence.

There are even dozens of large white sheets of paper in one place...

So what are you waiting for?

…

As soon as the storm of scramble passed, the sky of Buyeo Wangcheng resounded with "ethereal" music... Even the crew of C141 was silently mourning for the natives on the surface!

As the pure-tone version of the song "Mom and Dad's Words" sounds...

(Baby Project)

The Buyeo people are really too lazy to hide this time...

To be continued