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The long-bearded old man shrank his bare feet in bast shoes, "No need to kiss, I forgot to wash my feet this week." There's so much to worry about...... There is only so much you can share. ”

"Dear Monsieur Moxie, every speck of dust on your feet shines with wisdom, and to touch them is to cleanse my filthy lips. Auburnma said with his head tilted, his eyes full of reverence.

"Uh...... You're bad at learning. Moxie got up and shook his robe, stretching his long waist. "We have a saying that a cup of water becomes dirty because of a drop of sewage, but a cup of sewage will not become clear because of the presence of a drop of clean water. It seems that you, who used to be hippie, have also learned to be sycophants when you enter the political arena. ”

Auburnma was about to plead his case - but Moxie waved his hand to stop him.

"The American continent is a blessed land from God. It used to be a pure land, but gradually it is no longer there. It is gratifying to know that at least it shelters the Youtai nation and allows our wisdom to continue to influence the whole world.

As the current spokesperson of this multi-racial country, how have you felt in the past eight years? Do you have any grievances about your position as a 'front desk foreman'?"

"Absolutely not!" Opema stood up and pressed his right hand to his chest, "I swear with my white soul that if you can give me this opportunity, it will be equivalent to giving thousands of black people a chance to raise their eyebrows, and it will surely make this continent more harmonious." Personally, I couldn't ask for anything else. ”

Moxie turned to stare into his eyes, checking the authenticity. Laughed.

"Very good. What kind of seat you sit in, what kind of consciousness you have. He raised his hand and stroked Auburnma's forehead gently—he was tall, so it didn't take much effort.

Auburnma trembled with excitement, and let a "living god" rub his head, almost making him dizzy with happiness.

"What do you think of the next two candidates?" or who do you think will be more accurate in executing our future course?"

"Hmm...... I'm leaning towards Hillaeli, after all, we're in the same Masonic camp, and the transition of power can be smooth and seamless. As for Trump, he's not even a member of the Authentic Skull and Bones Club, and he doesn't have the slightest experience in government, so I'm worried...... He would run the country as if it were a private company. The profit-seeking mentality of those businessmen may cause fatal limitations. ”

"Hehe, that makes sense. Moxie removed his hand from his forehead and paced slowly through the cracks in the pile of papers.

"Don't underestimate businessmen, though. They are the lubricant of the whole world. I've decided to pass the scepter in your hand to Trump and make up for the loss of the traditional white grassroots in the past eight years, especially those with low incomes.

They don't earn much, but there are a lot of them. As the cornerstone underneath the pyramid, any loosening would jeopardize the solidity of the superstructure.

Of course, we should also take into account the feelings of the elite. Let the entertainment industry and the media get moving, build momentum for Hillely, and create an atmosphere of inevitability for her. In this way, it can stimulate the rebellious mentality of the grassroots people more and help subvert the people's will. ”

"You...... You hate Hillery so much?" Opanemar was a little unwilling, hesitant to probe.

"Not at all. It's just that we, as the democratic benchmark of this world, should not beat the scepter in the traditional aristocratic salon and pass the flowers. Appropriately, surprises should also be shared. Over the years, there has been a precedent for the father and son of the Bushi Prince, what is the difference between this and the hereditary Goryeo Kingdom that we have been ridiculing all along? There can be no more Clinton husband and wife file...... Do you understand?"

"Understood!" said Opernmari, bowing his hand.

"Good. Moxi slowly raised his hand and drew a six-pointed star array in front of him. Each stroke shone brightly, and the golden pen marks literally stopped in the air.

When the last big circle enveloped all the six-pointed stars, the range in the circle instantly collapsed inward, and the golden light swallowed out, and a large living person was suddenly sent out from within!

This man was burly and dignified, and his golden wig was almost blown up by the fluctuations of spatial transfer.

He hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, pressing it firmly on top of his head - as if this matter was more important than figuring out that he had been teleported here for no reason.

Oppenma looked at him and exclaimed in a low voice, "Trump!?"

Trump glared at the president, "What the hell? Where is this...... I see-- the legendary Area 51, right! This old man is-- aliens? You let aliens hijack me to prevent the great Trump from winning the election?

Auburnma was pulled back from surprise by his questioning, and replied with disdain, "Be respectful, this is not the place for you to go wild." The election is in full swing, and you're still in the mood to sleep? What's even more unbelievable is that you're still wearing a wig to sleep......"

Indeed, Trump's silk pajamas are full of wrinkles, and they look like they were 'instantaneous' from the bed.

Trump shook his pajamas nonchalantly, re-tied his belt, lifted his left foot and scratched the leg hair on his right calf with his toes.

"It's polling day soon, and I don't have time to sleep if I don't sleep now! "He's obviously very confident.

Moxie laughed, seeming to appreciate the inhibition of the informant.

He raised his hand again, grabbing at the bookshelf in the distance, and an old book that smelled of leather flew into his hand.

The book was large and thick, and every page was yellowed.

Moxi turned the middle page and read into the blurred handwriting, "The glory of kings is only a useless cloak, and the wisdom that flickers in the forehead is always the one that faces the world." That is the supreme laurel. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden mist suddenly rose from the forehead of Auburnma, who was standing behind him, and the image of a circular branch gradually solidified from there, falling into Moxie's wrinkled hand.

The bearded sage put down the book, slowly opened the branch, restored it to its original appearance as a laurel branch, and blew it lightly.

Turning to Auburnma, he comforted, "Emperor suit, take one of the three first." Keep the scepter and the wisdom bag for now, the crown is now passed down to Trump. ”

After speaking, under the stunned gaze of the other two, he waved the branch and twitched-

The laurel branch with golden leaves was like a small golden snake, quickly winding around the top of Trump's head into a whirling shape, connected end to end.

"Hmm...... His head is a little bigger than yours. Luckily, the size is sufficient. As Moxie muttered to himself, the laurel crown melted into mist again, all burrowing into Trump's head.

"I'm not retired yet—" Opema was a little aggrieved, "and I'm going to work for a few more months......

"Don't worry, those two things are enough for what you need. And he," Mossi pointed at Trump, "needs to prepare the imperial image in advance." From now on, as long as you arrange for a strobe to be added every second to all television programs, and his new face is silently broadcast to every corner of the country, it is natural that the required votes will be gathered. This is the power of the King's Crown. ”

Oban Ma led the way. “...... I will arrange ......"

"You don't have to worry about it. All the heads of authoritative media have already received instructions, after all, this field belongs to the Youtai people. ”

"What about the Illuminati Senate? What do they think? I just met with them at the Lincoln Memorial......"

"I know. They unanimously agreed with my choice, which is also the best balance of the big picture. The Holy Cross and the six-pointed star complement each other, which is the guarantee of our eternal inheritance. ”

"Hey—what the hell are you talking about?!" Trump held his head and seemed a little uncomfortable, "alien, what did you pump into my head? Get rid of it, can you take it out for me? I'll give you money...... Lots of money!"

Moxie frowned, "It seems that you were still a layman until you were loaded with a wisdom bag - even having the appearance of an emperor will not help improve your IQ...... Listen, from now on, you give me to be an honest man, everything here is silent. And I, let you fulfill the dream of the emperor. ”

"If you don't obey or talk nonsense, you won't be able to take my scepter, and you'll take your soul with you." Only the bald and erosive body was buried in the loess!"

In the face of naked threats, Trump's business wisdom came into play, and this -- seemed like a good deal?"Well, as if I have nothing to lose, then listen to your ...... I said, can you get me back quickly, I only have three hours to sleep -- it's Election Day......"

As soon as Moxi flicked the sleeves of his robe, the circular hole in the void collapsed again, and then the old hand pushed and shouted, "Number forty-five, go-"

Trump was pushed by an invisible force, with great panic, sat back into the wormhole and disappeared in an instant.

......

Thousands of miles away, a white man seemed to wake up from a nightmare.

He sat down at the head of the bed, lifted his wig, brushed his nightgown, and thought about something in the endless aftertaste......

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In the thirteenth year of the Tang Dynasty, winter.

Guazhou in the Western Regions, the beacon is full of flames.

The walls of Tucheng were almost flattened, and more than 14,000 Tang troops were surrounded at the western end of the Hexi Corridor.

The two armies of Tibet and Turks came out of nowhere, like the two giant pincers of a crab, strangling their way of life.

Zhao Yizhen, the deputy capital of Anxi, looked dusty and unfolded the map in the handsome tent that had been temporarily erected. Pointing at the sheepskin with a horsewhip, he asked, "What about Guo Ziyi's men and horses? Didn't they recover Anxi a long time ago?"

Zhang Zhongliang, the envoy of the Longyou Jiedu, glanced at Xiao Song, the envoy of the Hexi Jiedu, and said in a low voice, "What about you-answer quickly." ”

Xiao Song sighed, "General Guo is not in Anxi, he then went to Dunhuang, and put down the rebellion of the Black Tooth Songyan Party. Originally, I was going to send someone to take over, but now I ...... Can't go. ”

Zhang Zhongliang added, "Besides, Guo Ziyi only has 5,000 Tianyue troops, even if he wins two battles and the establishment is full, I am afraid that he will not be able to enter the current encirclement." The day before yesterday, I counted at the head of Guazhou City, and about 30 banners of 1,000 households were erected under the command of the Tubo lord Si Molang, totaling about 30,000 people. And the Turkic side, led by Suli Khan himself, 25,000 elites. The two sides together have a total of 55,000, and even if we count Guo Ziyi's department, it is less than 20,000. This battle ...... It's not good to fight. ”

He originally wanted to say "can't fight", but after glancing at Zhao Daduhu's face, he changed it to "not easy to fight".

Xiao Song added, "Besides, we have lost the support of Guazhou, but there is a little food, and there is almost no water......"

Zhao Yizhen's face sank like water, "I understand." That is, our army must immediately break through. You see, in which direction is it better to break through?"

The two major knots make suggestions at the same time, speaking in unison but not in the same voice.

"Dunhuang!" "Jade Gate!"

One faces west and one faces east......