Soon, it was the second day. Countless people waited nervously in the live broadcast room.
Although the live broadcast had not started yet, the screen was still dark.
However, the audience could not help but chat in the live broadcast room.
"Why isn't he here yet…I'm so anxious..."
"What's the rush? It's only three o'clock now. The last livestream was at seven o'clock, so there's still four hours left.”
"Aren't you in a hurry? If you're not in a hurry, why did you run here so early? It was really like a dung beetle falling into a garlic mortar-what are you pretending to be?”
"Who are you calling a dung beetle!"
"I'll scold whoever's pretending!"
Because of the matter of the No. 2 mythical realm, the Chinese people were under great pressure.
It was as if everyone had taken a bullet. They would quarrel if they were not careful.
This secret realm was the future. If they could not conquer it, China would lose its future.
"Alright! What's all the fuss about! If you have the time, why don't you think about what to do!”
Following this sentence, the bullet screen fell into a state of stagnation. Everyone did not know what to say.
The pressure given by the No. 2 mythical realm was too great. Even if there was a trace of hope, everyone would not be so desperate.
But the reality is so desperate
Countless gods from the public, the government, self-taught, and professional classes.
Anyway, all kinds of military people had done deductions before.
Deducing how to deal with this No. 2 mythical realm.
Even if they had the greatest expectations, even if they directly brought in the most powerful historical figures from abroad.
The final result was as despairing as ever.
Defeat. Defeat without any suspense.
In the deduction, even the Conqueror King, who was recognized as the strongest in combat, led 500 of the strongest Spartan warriors to form a Macedonian phalanx.
They had only killed 5,000 Iron Futu Heavy CaCavalry, and then drowned under the rain of arrows from 18,000 Light Cavalry. The remaining 100,000 elite infantrymen did not even have the chance to attack.
This was the best result, and it was even with the Conquest King and the Spartan warriors.
If it were King Arthur of Sun Never Sets or the Russian Empress, they would only be able to take out half of the Iron Pagoda Cavalry.
If it was someone like Nobunaga or Lee Shunchen, they would probably be killed in a single charge. He was lucky to be able to kill one of the Iron Futu Heavy Cavalry.
Therefore, the Chinese people could not imagine it.
What kind of person and what kind of famous general could face such a hellish battle?
What kind of army was it that could not be defeated by such a terrifying enemy when they only had 500 men?
More than half of the viewers who came to the live broadcast room today had already lost hope.
They had come here to give him an explanation, a reason for him to accept his final failure in peace.
Time ticked by, and as everyone waited with great difficulty, the clock finally reached seven o'clock.
At 7:00 pm, the livestream room opened, and Su Mo's figure appeared on the originally dark screen.
Su Mo was still wearing a green robe, and behind him was a mountain and river screen. In front of him was a long red wooden table.
There was a folding fan, a piece of wood, a cup of tea, and nothing else on the table.
After Su Mo appeared, the comments in the stream started to fly.
"He's here! He's here!"
"It's finally here! Storyteller, I'm counting on you this time!"
"Good luck! If I win, I'll sell the house and give you a gift!”
"Brother Storyteller, you can do it! If you win, I'll give birth to your children!"
Even though everyone had said that there was no hope this time, once Su Mo appeared, they could not help but cheer him on.
The Chinese people had always been like this since ancient times. No matter what kind of difficulties they faced, there would always be some brave people who were willing to stand up.
Never give up!
This time, the difficulty of the mythical realm had increased. It was just another battle with the heavens.
We Chinese have long been used to fighting against the heavens and the earth!
"Everyone has been waiting for a long time. We will now begin the evaluation of the Ten Great Generals!”
"Storytelling and opera to persuade people, the three main roads walk in the middle.
Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the righteous path in the human world is vicissitudes!
There was no ranking. Everyone on the rankings depended on their abilities!
Today, he was going to talk about the ninth of the Ten Great Generals.
He was a famous general who fought against the Jin Dynasty, the leader of the Four Generals of the Southern Song Dynasty!
Yue Fei, Yue Pengju!"
In the conference room, a group of people gathered in front of their computers and watched the live broadcast nervously.
Qi Jiguang, who was behind everyone, also pricked up his ears to listen. When he heard Su Mo say that the person he was going to judge today was the famous general who resisted gold.
His heart instantly calmed down and felt that it was definitely not far from the truth.
When he heard Su Mo say that he was the leader of the Four Generals of the Southern Song Dynasty, Qi Jiguang knew that there was no need to continue listening.
Others might not know who Su Mo was talking about, but how could he not know?
As long as this person appeared, Guai Zima and Tie Futu were nothing!
Two words.
It was guaranteed!
Now, Qi Jiguang was mainly considering a problem.
Who knew what to say when meeting their idol?
He was waiting online, and it was quite urgent.
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