Start a Car and Summon the Chinese Heroic Spirit

[Traveling through another world + starting with a truck + summoning Chinese heroic souls + two systems fighting each other] When Wang Ce woke up, it was dark. We obviously set off at 7am, but now the dashboard shows 4:17pm. It was dark outside the window, except for the gunfire in the distance. Lao Zhou held the steering wheel, his hands shaking: "The road is gone. The weather is not right either." The lights from behind came on, and the enemy truck caught up. Gunshots, craters, cliffs, dead ends. Just as the invaders gathered around— "Ding." A lazy voice sounded in my mind: "What's the noise? I'm starting up." Wang Ce: "Who are you?" "Chinese Summoning System. Don't talk nonsense. A powerful ancient army, 4,800 people. Do you want it?" "... Want it!" The void opened, and golden light spread across the sky. Four thousand eight hundred mandarin ducks in uniforms came out in formation. Lao Zhou had a cigarette in his mouth and forgot to smoke. Until the smoke burned his lips, burning him so much that he jumped up on the spot. "Fuck! Is it really that legendary army?!" Wang Ce looked at the retreating figures, and then at the unpainted wooden box in the carriage. "What's your name?" "... A-Zhao. Just call me A-Zhao." The sound of gunfire outside was getting closer. But this time, he was not afraid. You start with a car, and behind you are the mountains and rivers of China.