The short video shows the ancient times, and the emperors cried with envy!

Chapter 447: Red Square Parade! Gulag Purge! Attack of the Red Giant! Paradox players are delighted!
Some people believe that a person’s happiness and suffering in life are fixed, and long-term happiness will inevitably be accompanied by subsequent pain.

[Stalin forgot his comrades and his beliefs, and spent an unforgettable period of time with his family]

[However, the poor life, lack of supplies and extremely cold climate still made Catherine fall ill in bed. ]

[“The wind was very strong that month, as if it could blow through people’s hearts through their clothes. That was also the time I took a serious look at Yeka again. She had an apologetic smile on her face.”]

[Stalin held Yeka's hand and wanted to say something, but he couldn't say it. Before Yeka died, he was still worried about him.]

[“If I die, who will take care of you?”]

[No one could answer Ekaterina's question, just like the biting cold wind outside the wooden house. She died in Stalin's arms.]

[“Without you, the birch tree would become lifeless.” The steel-like man wrote the most beautiful love words in the world with his unskilled writing style.]

"What a pity! He should have lived a happy life."

Tang Dynasty, Li Xiuning sighed, shook his head and said with some regret.

"Yes." Her brother Li Er, the emperor, also felt a little emotional and hugged Empress Changsun tightly beside him.

He couldn't imagine the pain and confusion he would feel after losing his eldest grandson.

In the Ming Dynasty, the Hongwu Emperor Zhu Yuanzhang also looked at Empress Ma opposite him and said softly:

"Sister, promise me one thing, Lao Zhu. You must not die before me."

"Pah, pah, how can you talk like that?"

Empress Ma rolled her eyes at Zhu Yuanzhang in annoyance, came up behind him and gently stroked his back, saying:

"Chongba, don't worry, I will never leave first if you are not dead."

The emperor and empress showed their affection in the hall as if no one was around, which made the ministers below nod their heads with satisfaction.

Especially Liu Bowen and Li Shanchang, they looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief.

If Empress Ma really died, wouldn't the person who came to power start a massacre? None of them would survive.

Hui Song, Zhao Ji looked at the love story in the sky, sighed, and the literary youth disease in his heart began to burn, and he shouted:
"Huan'er, bring me a pen. I want to write a poem to mourn this Madam Ye."

[From that day on, the tender Joseph died in the ice and snow, and the iron Stalin returned to the sight of his comrades.]

[At the same time, the shadow of World War I loomed over the empire, and countless young men were summoned to the battlefield, even the soldiers guarding them.]

[“The opportunity has arrived!”]

[Stalin was acutely aware of this problem, and then a prison break took place without any suspense.]

[The war caused too many young people in the empire to die and be injured. Stalin led his brothers all the way westward from Siberia, and the workers and young people in major cities responded quickly.]

[That year, Stalin, who was nearly 40 years old, met his mentor again. Mr. Lenin was still the same as he was back then, with a red halo spreading across the world.]

[“You’re back!” Stalin’s firm belief infected Lenin, and the mentor nodded slightly at him, then looked into the distance.]

[The huge crowd waved sickles and hammers.]

[Everyone was shouting the same word: Revolution! Revolution!]

Da Qin, Xianyang Palace.

"Tang and Wu's revolution! Duke Zhou's reform! Such great events are truly inspiring!"

When Ying Zheng saw the red wave above the sky, he suddenly felt that although his achievements would be passed down through the ages, they were nothing more than a mechanical annexation.

If we really want to achieve the force of a "revolution", we need to go a step further.

"In my life, I am not inferior to others. Shang Tang and Ji Fa can do it, and even the younger generations can do it. There is no reason why I can't do it!"

Ying Zheng made up his mind and looked at the sky intently, intending to draw wisdom from it.

Compared with his high self-confidence, Yang Guang was a little hysterical.

"These traitors who have no king or father dare to be so arrogant. How can these peasants have the power to govern a country? It's ridiculous!"

Although he said so, Xiao Meiniang beside him could feel unprecedented fear from this crazy king.

It was a dimensionality-reduction attack that transcended its time.

During the Spring and Autumn Period, the great sages looked up and saw Mozi, the leader of the Mohist school who had always advocated the importance of the power of handicraftsmen, dancing with excitement.

"Look, this is the power of us Mozhe. If everyone can gather together, we will surely be able to unleash a force that will amaze everyone!
By then, world peace will be just around the corner!"

Some Mohists also nodded. Seeing the revolution in Tsarist Russia in the video made them feel that world peace was just around the corner!

"Tomorrow you will go to the various palaces separately and make them understand the principle of loving all and not aggression! Don't let those Confucian scholars get ahead of you!"

Mozi could imagine his old rival's reaction even with his butt.

As he expected, on the Confucian side, Confucius directly incorporated part of Lenin's ideas into Confucianism and sent his three thousand disciples to sell them to various countries.

"How can my Confucian learning be so inconvenient? The three thousand great ways, teaching without distinction, inclusiveness, is my way!"

Confucius adjusted his walking stick and spoke loudly.

The disciples below carried their bags and were about to travel far away: "Confucianism will last for thousands of years! The great way will never cease, and the saints will never cease!"

[The red flag fluttered above the red palace. The aging empire was destroyed by the surging power. The people's anger was directed at the king on the throne.]

[“How dare you, a bunch of rabble, kill the great Tsar!” Alexander II pointed a trembling finger at his comrades led by Stalin.]

[“Emperor, your rule is over! The next century belongs to the people!” Stalin opened his arms, as if he saw a red sun rising in the distance.]

Throughout the universe and time, countless emperors heard these words and felt a chill running from their tail vertebrae to their foreheads.

"Stalin is truly lawless, Your Majesty! I propose that the discussion of this treasonous thought be banned nationwide!"

Tang Dynasty, even Li Ji (Xu Maogong), who had always been as stable as a rock, could no longer sit still, and bowed to Li Shimin above him and said.

All the court officials echoed this, and Cheng Yaojin even stood in the hall and said loudly:

"If anyone dares to take a look at the sky and then run out and say something nonsense, I will use my three axes to make his head explode!"

Li Shimin watched all this indifferently, as if it had nothing to do with him. He waited until the discussions in the crowd gradually died down before he coughed lightly.

"Okay, what are you doing? Is our Tang Dynasty as careless as Tsarist Russia, where people suffer?"

"No!" The ministers shook their heads.

"Then is it possible that the people of our Tang Dynasty have no place to stand, and the gods oppress the world?"

"Not at all!" The ministers hurriedly shook their heads.

Li Shimin spread his hands, looked at the ministers in front of him and said:

"Then why are you panicking? If one day the Tang Dynasty becomes like that, the people will rise up in rebellion even without the spread of this kind of thought.

Therefore, you are the king and the people are the water! "

Li Shimin's statement made the ministers below look at each other in bewilderment. Finally, Li Ji stood up and said admiringly:

"With such a broad mind, Your Majesty, our Tang Dynasty will surely last for thousands of years!"

Compared with Li Shimin of the Tang Dynasty who didn't care, Yang Guang of the Sui Dynasty, Ran Min of the Northern Dynasty and even Liu Yu of the Southern Song Dynasty all ordered their officials not to discuss the contents on the sky curtain at will.

Yang Guang even secretly summoned Yuwen Chengdu and asked him to lead 3,000 brave soldiers to surround Daxing City, not allowing any official who had glimpsed the secret to have the chance to leave the city.

On the Southern Song Dynasty side, Zhuge Weimin under Liu Yu's command personally sat in Jiankang and slaughtered the remnants of the Sima family and the remaining officials of the previous dynasty.

Stalin naturally had no idea how much shock their successful revolution had brought to other times and spaces.

[The newly born Soviet Russia faced a deadlock of internal and external troubles. Reactionaries at home and abroad wanted to bring down this country built by peasants and workers.]

[Lenin is old, his arms are no longer strong, his eyes are no longer sharp! Even his legs can no longer be lifted.]

[Stalin pushed Lenin in a wheelchair and remained silent for a long time.]

[“The country is in danger. Our dream is in your hands, Joseph!” Lenin turned around, looked at the resolute Stalin, and held out his hand.]

[The torch of hope was passed from Lenin to Stalin. This man who had never shed tears burst into tears at the funeral of his great mentor.]

[The next day, Soviet welcomed his iron father. ]

[He followed his mentor's example and looked at everything in the world with a long-term perspective. Soviet industry, agriculture, and even the military all blossomed under his cultivation.]

[In the tenth year of his rule, the Soviet Union, which was once impoverished and hostile to the world, became the red giant bear in the north and the second largest country in the world!

And the heart of this red empire is called Stalin! 】

"How great! He changed such a huge country by himself. Stalin is truly a hero!"

Tang Dynasty, Li Shimin clapped his hands and danced in the hall, as if he saw his future self.

The first emperor of the Qin Dynasty, Ying Zheng, also smiled and said to the ministers below:
"Of all the things in the world, the most satisfying thing is that a hero can see his beginning and his end! My dear ministers, please drink a cup with me!"

In another world, Song Jiang on Liangshan Mountain looked at the Soviet Union ten years after Stalin came to power with great confidence.

In his mind, he put himself in Stalin's position, thinking that he was just one more chance away, and asked Wu Yongdao:
"Mr. Jialiang, I see that Stalin was born in poverty, but he was able to achieve great success due to fate. I, Song Gongming, also have great ambitions. Do I have a chance?"

"Uh..." Wu Yong resisted the urge to roll his eyes, looked at Ruyunlong Gongsun Sheng beside him, and laughed heartily:

"Brother, you are joking. Come on, it's all in the wine. I'll drink first as a sign of respect!"

In an instant, there was a bit more joyful atmosphere in the Liangshan gathering hall, and Song Jiang's already dark face became even darker than the bottom of a pot.

[If things had gone according to the original plan, Stalin would have gone down in history as the founder of this red empire, but things did not go as planned and World War II broke out.]

[Hitler's German army was unstoppable, and the powerful mobile forces cleared all obstacles and rushed straight to Stalin. ]

“Hitler?”

The First Emperor Ying Zheng frowned. He had an impression of this name. Li Si below kindly reminded him:

"Your Majesty, the failed art student who caused chaos in the world!"

"Oh! It's him!"

The great Han, Liu Che, sat upright. The confrontation between the two heroes, Stalin and Hitler, really aroused his interest.

Yang Guang, who had always disliked Stalin, took the opportunity to mock him:
"Tsk tsk tsk, it looks like this guy won't have much time left. Hitler's German army is attacking like a tide, and this guy is no less powerful than me. How can Stalin resist him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, many ministers whose personal freedom had been restricted began to speak up in agreement.

"Your Majesty is right!"

Under the gaze of countless eyes, Stalin in the picture slowly exhaled a smoke ring.

[“We still don’t know how many dissenting voices Stalin suppressed in the Red Fortress of the Kremlin that day.”] [The next day, the last guards of the Soviet Union gathered in the square. Stalin stood in front of each of the armed soldiers and saluted.]

[After the parade, they will rush to the front line, and every soldier will shout: "Moscow is behind us!"]

[Stalin watched the troops go to the front, and then got on the car to the Red Fort without hesitation.]

[“Moscow has become the front line, aren’t you going to evacuate?” his guard asked.]

[“Where I am is the Soviet command center. I will not leave my soldiers!”

Stalin's mottled face was filled with steel-like determination, as if he had returned to the Siberian forests, staring intently at his prey.

【Ulla!!!】

With a roar, the brutal war emerged on the screen. Even in the hail of bullets and even in several attacks on Moscow, Stalin did not move once.

[“Now!” The biting cold wind blew from the Arctic Ocean, bringing a terrible winter. Stalin stood up and wrote the final chapter of the German army in a casual manner! ]

[Seven hundred thousand! This time, Stalin killed seven hundred thousand German soldiers on Soviet soil! ]

"Scared?! Seven hundred thousand!"

Even the "well-informed" Ying Zheng couldn't help but look askance. The former butcher Bai Qi only killed 300,000 soldiers and civilians. What was the concept of 700,000? !

"This is a massacre enough to annihilate a whole clan!"

Even with the advantages of weather and weapons, Stalin did become the executioner.

In the Tang Dynasty, the God of War Li Jing ignored his image, opened his mouth slightly, and said incredulously:
"Seven hundred thousand... it's really... terrifying!"

If he had been able to kill so many people on the grassland back then, there would probably be no East Turks today.

Only those who have actually been to war will know how heavy this number is and the torment that the executors will feel.

"This person is no less than me!"

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, the Great Qi Emperor Huang Chao looked seriously at Stalin above the sky, was silent for a long time, and made this evaluation.

He was known as a murderer, but he was just a ruthless person who traveled all over the world and killed tens of thousands of people. This had already made his reputation spread throughout the world.

Stalin, on the other hand, killed an entire generation of the German nation, and the youth of his own country was almost wiped out because of his "stubbornness".

"What a ruthless man, is his heart really made of iron?"

Huang Chao muttered this and couldn't help but shudder.

Yang Guang, who had just been shouting that the German army would destroy Stalin, was now so frightened that he was covered in cold sweats and dared not look up, as if the solemnity and murderousness of the scene would suffocate him as long as he looked at the sky.

The Iron Father lives up to his reputation!
[“Many people want to stand here, take my life, and trample the Soviets under their feet, but I am still here, we are still here!”]

[At the end of the scene, Stalin stood on Red Square. The steel torrent in front of him slowly passed by, taking away the iron and blood of the Soviet Union. All the soldiers looked at their leader and raised their hands——]

[“Hula! Hula!”]

[The voice resounded through the sky, and Stalin looked out of the screen with a sharp gaze, his resolute gaze seemed to be looking at everyone through time and space.]

[Finally, a black and white photo was frozen, turning into the leader who sat in the center of the Yalta Conference and was intimidating without being angry.]

"This person is really quite magnanimous. His gaze just now was quite sharp, and it frightened me so much that my heart was pounding."

In Huisong, Zhao Ji looked at his sons and daughters around him, patted the dirt off his body, and tried to save his dignity.

That’s right, he was concentrating on watching the sky screen just now and was frightened by Stalin’s eyes.

At the same time, in Liangshanpo, the dwarf tiger Wang Ying shrank his neck, and together with Shi Qian on the drum, they lowered their heads to reduce their presence, with disbelief on their faces.

"This northern barbarian actually has such a magnanimous demeanor. God must be blind!"

Wang Ying rubbed his weak feet and said unconvincedly.

But Li Kui would not indulge this three-inch nail. He walked up to him and lifted him up and asked, "How dare you, a poor man like you, look down on the hero that my brother likes?"

Song Gongming had personally acknowledged Stalin, but Wang Ying dared to complain, which was disrespectful to his elder brother. As a die-hard supporter of Song Jiang, Li Tieniu naturally had to step forward.

"Brother Tieniu, that's enough. We are all brothers. There is no need to get angry over outsiders. Sit down quickly. The video is about to start."

Song Jiang just came on stage at this moment to smooth things over and speak nice words, seizing the perfect opportunity, and Wang Ying and Li Kui finally let go.

And this time!
The barrage also started!
"Stalin is still awesome! Hurrah!"

"Fuck, that's all. Why didn't UP talk about some of Stalin's later years? You just want to flatter the Soviet Union, right?"

"The above is anxious, I won't tell you what it is!"

"You can scold Stalin! But you have to admit that he really has no selfish motives! He really made himself the will of this country!"

"Is Stalin your father? You are bragging like that!"

…………

The debate in the barrage is so exciting!

The noise was out of control!

In the Xianyang Hall, Qin Shihuang held the hilt of the sword in his hand, looked at Stalin's figure, and then looked at the thousands of arguments below.

His eyes were calm and composed.

"It is only Spring and Autumn that knows that I have sinned against you!"

…………

And above the sky, the last old man sitting on the right side of the black and white photo suddenly enlarged and occupied the entire screen.

【Theodore Roosevelt of the Yalta Three】

Along with the appearance of white text on a black background, a long voice-over resounded through all time and space, but this time, the picture did not start from Roosevelt's childhood.

[Crack! 】

[The sound of the wheelchair braking seemed so desolate in the empty White House. Faint laughter and joy could be heard from the outside world, and Roosevelt was sitting upright in the wheelchair, dozing off.]

[He was unkempt, with urine stains on his pants, and a large patch of hair missing from the center of his head, and even his bald head was difficult to maintain.]

[The loose clothes draped over his body made him look like a sick ghost whose soul had been drained.]

[“I’m going to die, but I don’t think I’ll die!”]

[Looking at the fireworks outside the White House, Roosevelt pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty and sighed softly. ]

The new Han Empire, in Changle Palace.

While Liu Bang was teasing Liu Ruyi, the child who had just been born to Concubine Qi, he was looking at Roosevelt above the sky.

"Tsk? I thought the last of the so-called Big Three was some kind of hero, but he's just an old man in a coffin with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes. How boring!"

Don’t blame Liu Bang for judging people by their appearance. A strong politician must first have a good body. Otherwise, how can you defeat your opponents?
The health of big people is also one of the important factors affecting success or failure!

Therefore, Emperor Zhu Di also had some complaints about this person.

Ming Dynasty, Forbidden City.

"This is the last of the Big Three. He doesn't look as strong as the eldest. With this body, can he command the world and control the world situation?"

Zhu Di showed an incredible look on his face. Zhu Gaochi, who was standing by, could only smile when he heard his father's story. He said with his belly sticking out:
"Dad! As the saying goes, you can't judge a person by his appearance, and you can't measure the depth of the sea. Don't look at me as fat, but I am full of family, country and the world. What if Mr. Luo also has great ambitions?"

Zhu Gaochi's words made the court officials present nod their heads unconsciously.

"Hmph! You're so sharp-tongued. Just keep watching!"

Zhu Di shook his head and continued to focus his attention on the video in front of him.

[“Cough, cough, cough!” Roosevelt coughed violently. He opened a mottled diary and put it on his lap with difficulty, with a look of reminiscence on his face.]

[When did my story begin? ]

【1882 AD, United States. 】

[The Roosevelt family is a political and business family with a history of over a century. They control a portion of the country's assets and can even influence the presidential election.]

【Theodore Roosevelt was born into such a prominent family and enjoyed a carefree childhood. 】

【Until he went to school, Theodore Roosevelt did not look like a qualified politician.】

[He would give up his upcoming entrance exams just to go out with a girl, and would even spend all his living expenses on an ordinary party.]

[“Cheers! I am the king of the world!” Roosevelt was shirtless at the party, showing off his muscular body. He hugged a scantily clad dancer and pointed to the sky and said wantonly.]

"He turned out to be a playboy."

Looking at the group of "ragged" girls surrounding Roosevelt in the video, Princess Li Xiuning of the Tang Dynasty spat softly.

"Ahem, ahem, Queen, take the children out! This, this, this... is outrageous!"

After hearing what his sister said, Li Shimin finally reacted and asked Empress Changsun to take his sons out, and then looked at the ministers below.

Everyone had red faces and ears, lowered their heads and hunched their waists. The restricted scenes made them unable to contain themselves.

"Alright, alright, they are just some Hu girls. After all, you are veterans who have fought in the battlefield for many years!" After calming down, Li Shimin was righteous and dignified.

"Your Majesty, you are joking. We are speaking up for Mr. Stalin, the hero before us.

How can such a dandy boy, who later became a cripple, be compared with him? He must have relied on the power of his family to take advantage of the situation!"

Changsun Wuji stood up and cursed at the dissolute Roosevelt in the video.

"Yeah, I thought so too. It seems that this last person is a bit exaggerated!"

Li Shimin nodded and did not refute Changsun Wuji. Seeing this, he also thought that Roosevelt was not a good person.

However, compared with the judgment of the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Yang Guang, who also came from an aristocratic family, seemed very happy.

Stalin’s inventory had made him sweat profusely before, but now Roosevelt was pleased with it no matter how he looked at it.

"Hahaha! Beautiful women and luxury cars, and great power, this is a serious development. I always said that Stalin was just a stinking soldier and a peasant!

What Iron Heroes, what Soviets, they are all nonsense, hahaha! Keep jumping! "

Yang Guang waved his hand, and the singing and dancing beauties below smiled again and began to dance.

However, Huang Chao, the Emperor of the Qi Dynasty at the end of the Tang Dynasty, became interested and a cruel smile appeared on his lips:

"How rich! In addition to the aristocratic families, there are actually such extremely wealthy people in the world! It's amazing!"

(End of this chapter)