The Emperor Summoning System

Rolling along the banks of the Qitang River, the exhausted 500,000 army, like a group of lonely ghosts, looked desperately at the red light of the river.

The warship is their only hope of escape!

But at this time, they were completely burned by a fire, and at the same time, their inner will was burned to ashes.

Without a boat, where should we go?

In the heavy cavalry team by the river, the leading young general showed a smile on his lips, heaved a sigh of relief, and said to himself: Fortunately, the calculation is right, otherwise the lord will look down upon him again!

He quickly changed his serious face, and pointed his finger at the wandering half a million troops: Zhao Lang is here in Seven Star City, kneel down and don't kill, disarm and don't kill!

Kneel down and don't cut! Disarm and don't kill!

Ten thousand heavy cavalry repeated the above words in unison, the majestic and solemn voice shook the Qitang River to churn.

Don't listen to him! You will die after disarming, why not give it a go!

The opponent only has 10,000 horses, so we don't have to be afraid at all!

Li Yin was furious, with disheveled hair, as proud as him, and there was a hint of pleading in his tone!

But he saw the word shake in the eyes of those soldiers!

People in Jiangnan, home in Jiangbei!

As long as you surrender, you can save your life. Who can refuse this kind of temptation?

The soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, the hands holding the weapons gradually weakened.

They also want to fight to the death, but what's the use even if they win?

After all, the boat is gone!

What's more, they have been exhausted from fighting all day today, and the victory or defeat is still unknown in the face of these lively Seven Star City army.

A malicious smile suddenly hung on Zhao Lang's mouth. He recalled the story of Besieged on all sides that Li Shi once told many generals, and he couldn't help but think of a plan.

A sad song slowly came out from the army of Seven Star City.

Those five-nation coalition forces looked at each other in astonishment, and suddenly someone said in surprise: It's the ballad of the Principality of Zonghan.

Then, the people from the 10,000 Seven Star City turned into a local radio station, broadcasting the hometown songs of the five countries in rotation.

On the battlefield, he suddenly fell into heaviness and sadness.

The Allied Forces of the Five Nations looked back around them, their noses felt sour.

Millions of troops crossed the river in the early morning, but in the evening they were completely dead and wounded, less than half of them remained, not knowing where to go by the river.

They can't help but ask themselves: What's the point of continuing to resist, and die in vain?

Nostalgia for his hometown can't be suppressed no matter what.

Clang--

With the sound of a spear falling to the ground, a soldier finally couldn't bear his grief, dropped the weapon in his hand, knelt down and wept silently.

Bastard! What are you doing?!

Li Yin rushed to the soldier and put the spear back into the soldier's hand.

Take it! I order you to take it! Continue to fight for me!

Dangdang— Dangling— Dangdang—

Li Yin looked back in despair, more and more soldiers chose to drop their weapons.

A fierce look flashed across his eyes, and he pulled out the sword at his waist, and he was about to slash at those soldiers!

But his right hand was firmly grasped by a pair of powerful arms, unable to move.

Zeng Tuojiang's face was full of iron and blood, with a strong shock and warning: Your Highness! You are crazy! They are your subordinates!

Fart! They have already knelt down to Li Shi! Then they will die!

Let me go!

Li Yin had already fallen into madness, even a little hysterical, and couldn't hear Zeng Tuojiang's words at all.

Zeng Tuojiang shook his head in disappointment, but his hands were firmly around Li Yin, preventing him from taking any action.