Chapter 205: Chapter 205
A moment that captures everyone’s attention.
The drone footage switches to a panoramic view, cameras follow everywhere, layers of security are in place, and everyone is on standby in the central district of Beijing.
Political leaders from various countries have gathered in Beijing, in this golden autumn harvest season, under the enthusiastic and brilliant sunshine, everyone is filled with excitement.
Today, the military parade will be broadcast live for everyone to see.
This is a special holiday, holding special sentiments in the hearts of the people. Today, even those who never watch the news or care about politics can’t help but open the live stream, watching the solemn square pulsating with passion.
Netizens join in the excitement not for anything else, but to once again look at Zheng Country’s unique copy-paste corps and compulsive disorder troops.
Even those without compulsive disorder want to experience that kind of perfection!
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And the officials are even better prepared, having started the warm-up early—the exhilarating training of the copy-paste corps, introductions to various heart-shaped ceremonial formations, including new weapons, new armor, new reconnaissance...
Anything improved or developed and not confidential will be displayed today.
After all, in this world, many countries make technological progress, but impressions of Zheng Country still linger back to the Man Qing era.
Meanwhile, Ling Jiao and Lian Nian Youyu, filled with fervor, squat on the livestream while hopping the firewall to Twitter, ready to share the video anytime, letting those foreign people cloaked from reality see what Zheng Country is really like!
Today, all the leaders wear smiles, even under the scorching sun making them sweat profusely, not even slightly suppressing the irresistible smiles tugging at their mouths.
If it weren’t for the inability to comment in the livestream, discussions would have already started—
[What could make them so happy?]
The military parade certainly wouldn’t be complete without the presence of leaders from various countries.
Even the United States, despite displaying a completely insincere commercial smile, still managed to save some face.
They couldn’t afford not to.
Throughout 2020, their reputation has dwindled to almost nothing.
Financial losses, international prestige...
For the former, although patent fees weren’t much affected, in an attempt to catch Zheng Country off guard, domestic equipment was hurriedly arranged ahead of time.
Thinking they had profited greatly, unexpectedly...
In response, even congress has stubbornly claimed this is all Zheng Country’s conspiracy, insisting they don’t actually possess such capabilities...
Seeing the online evaluations, witnessing the incidents in their own nation, the power brought by defense suits...
Even before the year-end, the Black Hall has been continuously meeting, deciding to issue additional tens of trillions in United States currency to soothe the minds of the capitalists.
The James couple, serving as officials visiting Zheng Country at this time, appear harmonious facing the media, while privately overhearing their bodyguards whispering:
"Sir, there’s news from here, it said Zheng Country will reveal a secret weapon today."
James scoffs dismissively.
"Zheng Country does keep secrets well, if information could still come through at this time... a secret weapon? Oh my, don’t be fooled by their grand publicity. In reality, they can’t even make chips nowadays, their technological capability is utterly poor, no need to worry."
The bodyguard seems a bit concerned—
"It’s news from internal sources sent hurriedly before the signal was blocked—"
As a typical high-ranking United States official rarely visiting Zheng Country, James is quite impatient hearing things :
"The weather’s too hot..."
Once the official process is completed, finally, the ceremony formally begins.
The steel torrent slowly enters the square.
As those squads of soldiers, clad in military attire, wearing combat boots, wielding sharp swords and long guns, walk into the square in impressive strides, James couldn’t help but straighten his posture.
——This... is way too orderly, isn’t it?
His wife’s eyes gleam with light, actively craning her neck, unable to contain her curiosity, whispering softly—
"Oh heavens, this looks just like a clone army!"
Everyone looks almost alike, their height and physique nearly the same, their expressions and postures, even their raised legs and arms form a straight line.
How is this possible?
Even their finest soldiers haven’t achieved this level!
This absolutely can’t be Zheng Country’s strength.
James takes a couple of deep breaths, his eyes fixed on the troops, frowned brow, yet still striving to speak disdainfully.
"It’s nothing, the people of Zheng Country just like to do such practices, aiming only for visually pleasing results..."