Opening your eyes is a desperate situation!
Zhao Shanhe traveled through troubled times and became a pawn waiting to die when a small border town was about to be destroyed. Outside the city, the Northern Desert cavalry burned, killed, and looted, and the scimitar was about to chop off his head in the next second!
Bite! The ancestor shaking system was successfully bound!
"Consuming national luck points, you can recruit Chinese heroic souls to come to this world - do you want to save someone's life?"
Zhao Shanhe looked at the hell of blood and fire in front of him and roared: "Shake! Give me the strongest ancestor!"
Bai Qi stepped out in front of the light, killed hundreds of knights with one sword, and turned back indifferently: "My lord, where will the next city be massacred?"
Zhuge Liang gently shook his feather fan and spread out the map with a smile: "Looking at the sky brightly, these three kings are extremely powerful."
Mozi held the gunpowder barrel he had just rolled out, his eyes shining: "This thing is wonderful! Can that mountain... Be blown up?"
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From being fifty old and weak in the Bitter Leaf Castle, to riding cavalry across thousands of miles of rivers and mountains; from guarding an isolated city with dung fire, to being able to control the whole world with artillery fire.
Facing the nine-nation coalition forces, alien totems, and natural disaster monsters, Zhao Shanhe scratched his head and smiled:
"Ruling a country? No! Fighting? I don't understand! But I know how to shake people up!"
"Qin Shihuang helped me legislate, Huo Qubing helped me train my troops, Li Taibai helped me write poems and scold the formation - I just want to ask, who is this?"
When the sleeping heroic spirit returns to the world, the long river of history will become my frontline.
Your ancestors may not be just your ancestors.
Or maybe... It's the trump card that you can't beat!
