No one said how to know exactly.
Just taste it.
No matter how much international and domestic disturbances are, they can't disturb Nie Li's wandering thoughts.
At this moment, Nie Li was wandering around the border of South Vietnam.
There is a lot of space in the tank, and most of the daily equipment is there, including no shortage of fruits.
There are also pear blossom stuffed wines, grassland white wines, and more.
There is even a small cassette stove in the middle of the table, with steam rising from it and flowing out through the exhaust vent.
Nie Li took a sip of meat and a sip of wine.
Siha, Siha!
It's spicy and satisfying.
"Little Yao, where have you been?"
Xiao Yao glanced at the coordinates, wiped the red oil on his mouth, and hissed.
"Si, we should be almost at Hanoi, right? It's only a hundred and eighty miles away until we die."
Nie Li nodded.
"Well, put these away."
Xiao Yao's face was full of reluctance: "Brother, I haven't eaten enough yet."
Nie Li glanced at Xiao Yao.
"I'm full. I'm so stupid. It's not good for the soldiers to see me!"
Fuck you, you know now?
What did I advise you before?
As a result, after a long time, all the meat was eaten by the eldest brother.
He put away the stove gloomily, and then poured the soup out along the drainage hole of the chariot.
Don’t talk about environmental protection or not.
How can it be less environmentally friendly than washing the floor with cannonballs?
The King of South Vietnam, who had just returned to the capital Hanoi, heard that another Nie army was coming.
He ran away with the gold and silver.
The movements are extremely skillful, so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.
Even the carpet and that tooth were quickly packed up.
He also ordered the maid from time to time: "Hurry and take this one away too."
"And that one, I have to take it with me too!"
"Hurry up, Nie Jun will be here again soon!"
Looking at the palace that was once again bare, the King of South Vietnam made a decision to move the capital!
Hanoi cannot be the capital of the country because it is too close to China.
"Your Majesty, where should we move?"
the prime minister asked.
The King of South Vietnam thought for a long time: "Now that our advance in Laos is not slow, let's move there!"
"I will take people there to explore the way first. The prime minister will be responsible for the specific matters!"
After saying that, he took the troops and ran away.
When Nie Li entered Hanoi and looked at the bare palace, he burst into laughter.
"Xiao Yao, is this South Vietnamese king afraid of poverty?"
Xiao Yao chuckled and said, "It's not that I'm afraid of poverty, but that I'm afraid of being robbed. Every time I enter the palace, I'm robbed. Why don't you have more of a mind?"
Nie Li laughed loudly upon hearing this.
"Fan Ha'er is also a talent, he's really good at it!"
But I felt a little sad in my heart.
As we all know, the Sichuan army is poor.
Although there have been some improvements since Nie Li came to power, the time was still too short.
The once land of abundance has become a bit lonely.
"Well, send a telegram to Fan Ha'er, praise him, and tell him by the way, I will keep the messy items with local ethnic characteristics of South Vietnam that I have picked out."
"This will be our rule from now on!"
Nie Li had an idea.
In the last world, he had been to the British Museum once.
and a museum of chickens.
There, when others looked at those cultural relics with relish and told about what era it was from and what culture it represented.
Nie Li only felt a sense of humiliation in his heart at that time.
hehe.
Most of the objects on display in the British Museum are ours.
They snatched it away and displayed it so blatantly.
This is an absolute disgrace.
In his lifetime, Nie Li plans to follow suit and build a museum.
Let the descendants of our countrymen see it.
Nie Li's idea did come true.
Fifty years later, an old man, accompanied by his grandson, came to this museum and pointed at the cultural relics from various countries with pride.
"Grandpa snatched that one with his own hands back then, and Mr. Nie even rewarded me for it!"
The grandson's childish face showed pride.
"Grandpa, is Mr. Nie the person in the textbook?"
Grandpa nodded seriously: "Yes, that is the god of our generation!"
The people around heard the conversation between the veteran and his grandson, and their faces showed admiration.
They all made way to let the veterans go first.
The veteran was dressed in a shabby military uniform, his back straight, and he shook his head at the people around him: "Mr. Nie always teaches us that we cannot be special. We do not have any privileges. Our rights are given by the people. Just continue watching. Don't understand me Explain."
The veteran acted as a professional explainer and explained in more detail than the museum staff.
When talking about a sculpture in the Louvre, the veteran burst into tears.
"We had a tough fight there!"
...
Nie Li is advancing, the Shendu fleet led by Xiao Ding is also advancing, and the Gui army led by Lao Liu is also moving.
The two commanders of the Far East Fleet and the Pacific Fleet were panicked.
Piroyev said with a slight panic: "Madison, what do you think in your country?"
Madison looked serious.
"The country is acting uncharacteristically. We were asked to withdraw before, but now we are suddenly asked to fight Nie Li!"
"Not only must we beat him, but we must also give Nie Li a serious blow!"
Piroev breathed a sigh of relief.
But then his face became more solemn.
"Why? Why did you suddenly act out of character?"
"Just now, the domestic tsar called and told us that our Far East Fleet must crucify Nie Li's Shendu Fleet! He also said that reinforcements have already set off. We must also protect half of South Vietnam's territory!"
Madison sighed: "It seems that this battle is inevitable."
Looking at the fleet outside, he sighed: "I don't know how many of these battleships can survive!"
To put it bluntly, Meiliguo and Hongmao must have reached some consensus to confront Nie Li like this!
Although it would be a shame to run away, you can preserve your strength.
Piroev followed Madison's gaze and looked at the fleet.
There was a trace of determination on his face: "Since the country is talking about fighting, the top management must have their own ideas. We just need to think about how to fight!"
"He Nie Li threatened to annihilate us? Then try it! Do you really think our Far East Fleet is vegetarian?"
"I propose that we form a joint fleet, command it together, and allocate resources from both sides together. This is also the domestic idea!"
Madison nodded, obviously he had been instructed.
The combined fleet was thus established.
A total of eight battleships, plus a dozen frigates, formed a bloody alliance at the port of South Vietnam.
Advance and retreat together.
Piroev and Madison were right, the beautiful country and the red hair did reach a consensus.
It’s not just two countries.
It also includes Asan Kingdom!
The three countries secretly signed a treaty and formed a tyrannical force to curb Nie Li's development.
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