The next day, Ye Hao woke up in the morning, took a shower after warming up a bit.

He casually ate some steamed buns and white porridge, and then asked Qin Menghan to send him to the top of Wucheng.

"The scum of the world!"

"Through the enemy inside and outside!"

"Get out of Daxia!"

"You are not allowed to fight!"

As soon as the vehicle stopped at the gate of Wucheng Zhiding, hundreds of people rushed out from all around.

All of these people were as if they had been beaten with chicken blood. At this time, they were either smashing rotten eggs or vegetable leaves, and they kept cursing.

Obviously, these people have great opinions on the things that were reported on the Internet that Ye Hao lied to foreign enemies and betrayed his country for glory.

Ye Hao watched this scene indifferently, without explaining anything.

Although Qin Menghan's face was ugly, she got out of the car immediately and opened an umbrella to cover Ye Hao from the rotten eggs and rotten vegetables around her.

Amidst the scolding, Ye Hao walked to the top of Wucheng.

Four days have passed.

The venue has not changed, the rules of the game have not changed, and the host remains unchanged.

The only difference is that the morale of the two sides has gone up and down.

Behind the rest area on the west side, which was originally few and few people, there were thousands more people at some point.

These are all traveling thousands of miles from Tianzhu, and they came here specially to be cheerleaders.

Because of the consecutive victories of the Tianzhu people in the past four days, these Tianzhu people are full of confidence, clamoring to step on Daxia under their feet.

On Daxia's side, apart from some high-level officials in Longmen and some important figures in Wucheng, there are more journalists and people in Wucheng.

Gongsun Yanming, Zhao Jiazi, Ouyang Nian, Tie Qianjun, Ning Zhilei, Wan Zhenhai, Wan Tianjiu and Wan Tianyou all came.

And it was the three young men who made Ye Hao's eyes gather the most.

Northwest Zhaomen, Zhao Banjue.

The seventh young master of the Long family, Long Tian is jealous.

The youngest of the Jin family, Jin Junjie.

These three are all called Wucheng, and even the eldest son with the highest status in the northwest region.

It is rare for the three of them to appear together, so it directly attracted many eyes in the field at this moment.

Compared with Long Qishao and Long Tianjiu's smiling nod, Jin Junjie's eyes were cold and cold.

Zhao Banjue from Northwest Zhaomen looked even more arrogant.

Seeing Ye Hao coming to the rest area, Zhao Banjue walked over to him, shook hands with Ye Hao, smiled strangely, and said, "Master Ye, Longmen Glory and Great Xia Glory are all up to you."

"I hope you can win glory for the country." JrNovels.com