Summon the Emperor System

"Yes."

More than 30,000 Yellow Turbans shouted together.

This is a world that worships the strong. Zhao Hao showed off his power and instantly killed ten enemy generals. They worshiped Zhao Hao to the extreme, and suddenly they all yelled together: "The sky is dead, and the yellow sky is standing. In Jiazi, the world is prosperous."

The voice spread all over the earth.

Hearing the yelling of the crowd, Zhao Hao narrowed his eyes. How could this slogan sound not enthusiastic or inspiring enough at all.

"stop!"

A wave of his big sleeve.

All the Yellow Turban soldiers collectively stopped again and looked at Zhao Hao in amazement.

Zhao Hao stood tall on the high war horse, retracted the illusion, and set his feet as a music conductor.

"Wait, sing along with this general."

Put on a serious expression, arms one by one: "Unity is strength!"

A loud voice came from his open mouth: "Unity is strength!"

Click!

All the Yellow Turban soldiers had one mouth, and their cheeks twitched, and many of them fell to the ground with their knives.

Immediately, his face was dumbfounded.

General, what are you doing?

What are you singing?

What the **** are you doing?

But... it sounds like very passionate and exciting.

"unity is strength!"

Zhao Hao continued to sing in a tone of atmosphere: "Unity is strength!"

Looking at the imposing Zhao Hao on the battle horse, the heroic spirit was overwhelming. After a brief period of confusion, the Yellow Turbans finally sang along with Zhao Hao: "Unity is strength, and unity is strength!"

"This power is iron."

"This strength is steel."

Zhao Hao's face was full of passion, his expression exaggerated, and he sang loudly.

"This power is iron."

"This strength is steel."

This song will be learned as soon as it is learned, and under his guidance, 30,000 people will sing along.

"It's harder than iron and stronger than steel."

"We are fearless yellow turbans."

"Let all undemocratic systems die."

"Towards victory, towards freedom, towards General Yuetian, towards the ray of light."

Suddenly, a group of 30,000 people sang in a chorus, and a thunderous and surging voice rang from the sky to the earth.

Seeing that it had formed a scale, Zhao Hao waved his arm again, splitting the 30,000 people into two from the middle, and exclaimed: "One sentence on the left, one sentence on the right."

Suddenly.

"Unity is strength!" 15,000 people on the left sang in unison.

"Unity is strength!" The voice of fifteen thousand people on the right rose again.

As a result, the two sides began to sing to each other. This pair of singing naturally formed a kind of comparison. For a time, the song of "Unity is Strength", wave after wave, one piece louder and louder than each other.

Both sides began to sing non-stop. After this, they couldn't stop completely. There was a feeling of passion and surging as they sang, and a feeling that the more they sang, the more exciting they were.

Especially, this song can be addictive.

Everyone couldn't stop singing, Zhao Hao didn't need to sing anymore, there was a burst of joy in his heart, and he was very satisfied.

We are the fearless Yellow Turbans, letting all undemocratic systems die, toward victory toward freedom, toward general Sun Tian, ​​toward the radiance..., with that loud singing, soon, the Yellow Turban army scattered everywhere like a tide Generally came in the direction of Zhao Hao.

More and more people gather, and more and more people sing "Unity is Strength".

For a time, the singing roared like mountains and rivers: toward General Yuetian, heading for a ray of light! !

The quality of the soldiers, the cohesion of the soldiers, the spirit of the soldiers, the bloodliness of the soldiers, the courage of the soldiers, and the murderousness of the soldiers are extremely precious and rare things that are very difficult to cultivate in a short time.

But Zhao Hao sang all the things that the Yellow Turbans lacked with only one song.

This is his true divine comedy of Greater China.

A divine comedy capable of burning blood.

...

In the distance, in a big city.

In the center of the city, there is a black demon tower that only appears in the demon world. Countless locusts from other worlds form a huge vortex of flying insects in the sky above the demon tower, slowly turning.

This scene is extremely spectacular and extremely terrifying.

Because Zhang Liang died, the Skylocust Tower was in a static state, unable to generate attack power.

However, under the guardianship of the terrifying locust vortex, it is impossible to get close to the demon tower and destroy it. Even with a million troops rushing up, I am afraid that there will be no bones left behind that will be eaten in an instant.

Under the huge locust vortex, on the dirt wall in the city, stood a veteran with a mighty expression and white beard. The aura released from the veteran is endless. This person is Yang Poshan, a veteran of the three dynasties of the Tianzhu Kingdom.

Next to Yang Poshan, there were six men and women with strong auras, his five sons and one daughter. The five sons each had different appearances, and the one beautiful woman was all the generals of the Tianzhu Kingdom. Yang Zhenfeng, Yang Zhenlei, Yang Zhenhuo, Yang Zhenyu, Yang Zhendian, and Yang Xuebing are all outstanding.

Yang Poshan's family is of decisive importance in Tianzhu Kingdom.

How much prestige and prestige does it have?

The first emperor of Tianzhu State personally wrote a golden plaque: Yangmen Zhonglie, protect our country!

This can be seen.

Because of Zhao Hao's appearance, the powerful momentum created shocked Yang Poshan. Under unknown circumstances, he had ordered the entire army to retract and stopped chasing the Yellow Turban army.

now.

Listening to the waves of military songs coming from a distance, Yang Poshan looked serious: "Who is creating momentum? Then who is General Tian?"

"Father, I heard the soldiers who escaped say that General Tian is a big leader of the Yellow Turban Army." Yang Zhenhuo said.

"I only heard that the Yellow Turban Army has three chiefs, General Tiangong, General Digong, and General Rengong. Why did another General Yuetian come out?" Yang Poshan said solemnly.

"Father, the Yellow Turban Army has risen rapidly in a short period of time. The leaders are all powerful men in troubled times. We don't even know how many leaders are among them." Yang Zhenfeng said with a serious look.

"I heard that General Yuetian was stronger than the generals we killed before, and instantly killed ten generals of our army." A touch of excitement appeared on Yang Xuebing's face. She was so fierce and sturdy, it sounded like that. It's really attractive.

Zhang Liang was booby-trapped by her.

"Towards General Yuetian, huh, what a big tone." Yang Zhenlei said angrily, and directly asked for orders: "Father, wait for me to go out of the city and take the first level of General Yuetian."

"Well, you will meet General Nayuetian."

"But don't be careless."

Yang Poshan's expression was serious, and his eyes were emptied: "The old man listens to the song, as if there are mountains and rivers invincible."

"Hahaha."

Yang Zhenlei laughed wildly: "A mob of refugees, even if they sing the war song loudly, can it still withstand my ten-foot-eight long spear?"