"General, do you want a rest?"

"No," Yang Zheng relaxed his sore muscles and bones and said lightly: "Do I look like I have something to do?"

Yang Zheng knew very well that if he could not appear in front of his hands in an invincible manner, he would not have to fight this battle tonight. The right time and place were not on their side. The opponents were so powerful that they had only the fighting spirit of never giving up. He had to give hope to his subordinates.

Yang Zheng could not bear the responsibility of the separation of his wife and children from the Eastern Front, as well as the more than 200 families behind them.

Looking at the worried eyes of his subordinates, Yang Zheng suddenly raised the sword to his chest, then stabbed it upwards, and shouted: "Everyone is cheering up. Have you forgotten who I am, how I taught you on the Eastern Front, how I burned the 30,000 wolf army to death, and tell me who am I?"

who I am?

Yang Zheng roared, his thunderous voice was deafening.

The soldiers all remembered the scenes of Yang Zheng tearing the enemy out of his hands on the battlefield on the Eastern Front, riding alone tore the 100,000 wolf army, and attacking Luoer Mountain at night. Yes, he is our general, saving the tens of millions of people on the Eastern Front, and following him to the death.

"General of the Demon God!" roared from some corner.

"The power is in the world!" He responded from another corner.

The slogan that seemed to have been buried in the distant memory suddenly became clear, like a thunderbolt hitting people's hearts.

The Demon God General, the power of the world!

The Demon God General, the power of the world!

Gradually, from the sparse two or three people, more and more soldiers broke free from the long-standing memories and shouted out the eight words that were heart-wrenching.

More than a hundred soldiers raised their shields and knives high, and neatly stroked them. Eight words burst out from their teeth and gathered into a stream. They walked into the sky. The fierce wind and roaring thunder seemed to be shocked by the gathered hearts of the people and whimpered and retracted back to the clouds.

The person hiding in the dark is trembling and angry.

Angry at the resistance of the ants, and at their aura of dying.

Because although they are strong, they will never have such courage and such firm belief.
Chapter completed!