Zhang Jiao Won the Game at the Beginning: Yellow Turban? No! Red Turban Army

The game of heaven is coming! Every continent in the world has covered up a certain glorious history in ancient times! The chosen one will erase the memory of this history! Death in the game will be real death! The victory or defeat will bring God-given resources to the real country, and even increase life span! As the chosen son of Eastern China, he entered the game only to find that his memory was still there! Randomly seizing a character at the start? Zhang Jiao? Liu Yunlong, who grew up under a red flag and became a veteran gangster, said! Yellow Turban Army! No! Red Turban Army! But looking at the soldiers throwing away a huge stone weighing hundreds of kilograms, Liu Yunlong looked at the sky speechlessly. Is this really the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty? Lu Bu roared angrily, "Although there are many enemy troops, I will kill them all with one horse!" It is unscientific to think that a single horse can penetrate an army of ten thousand people. Zhao Zilong was truly possessed by the dragon soul, "I am Zhao Zilong from Changshan!" The voice fell, the gun arrived, and the mountain was broken! Is this really a human being? Is there something wrong? Liu Yunlong touched the nine-section sword named "Tiangong" that he carried with him and waved it. There was a dull thunder roar and he sighed. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.