“Click.”
At this time, Tan Junyan took a photo of everyone with her mobile phone.
Looking at the high-definition photos, her beautiful eyes widened instantly, "Come and see, it's amazing."
Tan Junyan is always calm and composed and rarely smiles.
But at this moment, she was cheering like a happy little girl.
"Hey, isn't this General Han!"
"And me, isn't this me!"
"Everyone is here, who painted this? It looks so similar."
"Yeah, it's colored, so realistic."
"Ahem."
Tan Junyan coughed dryly.
"This is a photo. It's similar to the video just now. They were taken of people, not painted."
In order to make everyone believe it, I took two more photos.
Veteran General Han Chonglie was moved by what he saw. "This little gadget is amazing."
"Coach, the treasure your husband sent is truly amazing."
"Such a magical thing, I don't think the emperor has ever seen it."
"Our coach's husband is a god. How can the emperor compare to a god?"
"The gods are the ones who live forever. The current emperor is incompetent and can only live for three and a half years at most."
"He's only three and a half years old, and that's already flattering him. He's not doing anything serious. He's only three and a half months old... no, not even a full month yet."
…
The soldiers' words became more and more outrageous.
The court didn't care whether they lived or died, they all hated the emperor.
But Wang Yan became the unshakable belief in their hearts.
Tan Junyan didn't care what they said and just focused on studying her phone.
Take a photo here and a photo there.
“Swoosh…”
Soon, some long leather boxes popped out of the porcelain jar one after another.
"ah!"
“It hurts.”
A soldier was hit on the head.
There was also a leather suitcase that hit a rock and broke open.
"That is..."
Han Chonglie stared with his eyes wide open, his lips trembling with excitement.
"It's... it's the compound bow in the video!"
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