Chapter 112 Confused to become a small leader

Chapter 112 became a small leader (Part 2)

Every ghost soldier in this 100-person team looked like a lost girl. After seeing Zhou Yisheng, a living person, he suddenly caught a straw and no longer hesitated. He gathered around Zhou Yisheng and chattered.

"Which team leader do you think this is? He is so vigorous. It's hard to find such a strong person in hell! I think it may be the leader of the thousand ghost team, or even the 10,000 team..." This is an old ghost, a few sparse goat beards, and his open little eyes shining with wisdom.

A little ghost next to him seemed cute, but his fierce appearance was even more fetic. At this time, he stared at his big watery eyes and looked like a good child who was puzzled at all. He touched his bare head and asked in a daze: "Dad Geng! You are so smart. Can this commander take us to find my king!"

"Ouch, stop shouting, wake him up! We still have to rely on him to take us to the Lord!" The ghost wore a tattered sackcloth, wore a bronze helmet from nowhere, became the general's style, and kicked away the little ghost around Zhou Yisheng.

"If you take chicken feathers as an arrow, you just pick up a rotten pimple and treat it as a baby. You don't look like a monkey in tiger skin."

"Wrong, it should be that the monkey wears tiger skin and doesn't look like a king..."

"It doesn't matter what's wrong. Anyway, I don't accept him. They all work together as soldiers for the King of Biancheng. Why is he a head older than us..." These soldiers were left behind after the fiasco. Such a fiasco failed to shake their determination. It can be seen that the tenacity of these ghost soldiers now, although they are defeated soldiers, are even more elite. Elite, it's hard to say a word!

Zhou Yisheng's eyes narrowed into a gap. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and his eyes were gray. A pair of bright red bulls looked straight at him and were about to push away the terrible eyes, but the eyes quickly moved away and saw what it was. It turned out to be a little ghost wearing a broken copper helmet. It's not much different from people, that is, his body is cool and cool, but you can see the difference between this thing and people at a glance, and it always looks a little eye-catching.

"What are you going to do!" Zhou Yisheng bounced up from the ground, his body was tense and alert, looking suspiciously at the dark, like ground mouse ghost soldiers, but these mice were not afraid of people, but looked at him with surprised eyes, as if they were asking him what he was doing. It wouldn't be that his head was broken!

"Which team are you from and how many ghosts have you led!" The ghost wearing a broken bronze helmet and staring at a pair of big red eyes asked.

"What are you going to do?" Zhou Yisheng asked again.

"Oh! According to my old man Geng's words, the leader's head must have been broken..." The old goat bearded old men touched their beards and smashed their mouths and said inexplicably.

"Ah! I really broke my head! Can he take us there? There is no one of this ghost. Where on earth should we go!"

"I said that people don't have our ghosts! If your brain is broken, you are just a fool."

"Don't make any noise. Go and help find it. Let's see which soul this leader has lost. My old words are ahead. If any kid dares to hide it and enjoy it, I can't spare him." These ghosts around are roaring lazily, and some of them don't care and disdain. Anyway, they are waiting to cause trouble!

"What are you talking about! This leader's head is not bad. It's very good. He has to take us to the king!" The ghost wearing a broken bronze helmet kicked away a ghost soldier and said angrily. Suddenly, the ugly face smiled and said to Zhou Yisheng with a smile, " Commander, if you take the little ones to the big army now, get promoted and become rich in the future, and enjoy all the glory and wealth!"

Before Zhou Yisheng came back, the ghost general seemed to be afraid of Zhou Yisheng's regret. He winked at several good brothers. Several interesting ghost soldiers immediately came forward, caught Zhou Yisheng in the fog, and quickly ran behind the ghost general.

"Alas! Innocent people! Why are you so miserable! You just got on this thief boat. The old man was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and sang a strange tune. He also opened his voice and howled one after another. A beehive followed the ghost general, and immediately the chaotic situation was even more chaotic.

Zhou Yisheng was completely confused. What the hell is this? He could feel that these ghost soldiers were not malicious to him, otherwise he would not have lived until now, but he had never met anyone who was caught. Zhou Yisheng was weak under his feet, but his head became more and more peaceful. Finally, he determined an incredible reality. He was forced to be the leader of everyone here.

Before he came out, countless defeated soldiers in front of him fled. On the way, there was the most primitive fighting and devoured him. The defeated soldiers who could not see his head made the ghost horrified. No matter how fierce and loyal the soldiers left behind, if they were rushed by so many defeated soldiers, they would immediately be washed away and annihilated. At that time, his Ideal, everything under his men will be in vain.

The ghost general gestured and immediately put Zhou Yisheng down. It seemed that he did not pay attention to the face-saving leader, but discussed how to do it, but the defeated soldiers were getting closer and closer, and these ghost soldiers were getting more and more impatient, and some people had even quarreled.

Zhou Yisheng sat next to him and listened to their noise. The unorganized line at the bottom of his heart became clearer and clearer, as if he saw the thread. As long as he followed the line, he could sort out everything. Suddenly, he laughed and said happily, "I remember. I remember some. It turned out that I'm really a leader. ......”

The ghost soldiers who quarreled also stopped and looked at Zhou Yisheng in surprise. They didn't know what kind of madness he had. Lao Geng was going to touch Zhou Yisheng's head. Zhou Yisheng turned his head slightly, looked at him with a smile and said, "You veteran, what do you want to do? Is there any difference?"

Although Lao Geng's head was slippery, he was teased by Zhou Yisheng. He gave up his hand and sat down quietly. It seemed that he was going to join Zhou Yisheng to restrain the ghost general.

"What's your name, and what was the original leader..." Zhou Yisheng did not dare to delay for a long time and let them find the flaw. They could only speak first and control the rhythm in their own hands.

At this time, Zhou Yisheng put on airs and had his own momentum of leadership, which was completely due to the momentum of dominating the world in the past ten years. The second brother, my boss, what do you like to do with a bachelor! Afraid of a ball! Although the ghost general doubted the difference before and after Zhou Yisheng, he did not dare to doubt the rules set by the temple masters, and the team must be coordinated and managed by people. This rule has been circulating in hell, but many people in hell are made into ghosts, have a clearer understanding of the situation in hell, and the discipline is more rational and disciplined than some ghosts who are more cultivated than them.

"My name is Ghost Big Head!" The ghost will say seriously.

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Ghost head, didn't you say your name is Ghost Head? So you lied to us!" Lao Geng opened his eyes and joked.

"When did I say that I'm a ghost? Don't spit people with blood..." The ghost was anxious and quickly opened his mouth to refute.

"If it's not called ghost head, is it called turtle-head!" Lao Gengtou smiled and finally found words to fight back against his arrogance just now.

"Are you looking for a beat!" The ghost was anxious, took off the broken bronze helmet on his head and smashed Lao Geng's head.

Zhou Yisheng looked at the two veterans coldly and seemed to have a big problem with the soldiers he wanted to lead! Although the mentality is very sophisticated, they are all delicate and have their own hatred! Looking at the sporadic defeated soldiers who were already about 30 feet, he shouted angrily, "How long do you have to quarrel? Do you really want to think that the soldiers who finally gathered have been scattered by these terrcerly ghosts? Now take my orders, big ghosts and take those who are willing to go with you to run to the left. What's your name?"

"My name is Geng Zai, Commander. You haven't corrected our name yet! It's not right, how can you ask your brothers to listen to your orders!" Lao Geng asked with a smile.

"There is still this rule." Zhou Yisheng didn't dare to ask, afraid of revealing flaws, but touched his head and said, "Okay! Now we are the ghost camp, as strange as ghosts, as fast as charm! Now, Geng Zi, you follow your brother to dig a pit for a reason. You can dig as deep as you can. You must be fast.

"What are you still standing for? Why don't you take people to run to the mountain area on the left? Remember to howling while running, and you must take the defeated soldiers into the mountain area." Zhou Yisheng was the main guest and commanded the ghost without any delay, as if he were a natural commander.

The ghost wore a broken bronze helmet and roared: "Brother! Our ghost camp is going to make great achievements. Come with me quickly!"

King Biancheng stood on the tall gate tower, looking at the rotten situation, and hated it from the bottom of his heart! If the three kings give him half a month more, the Biancheng Hall will be full of material, and the elite ghost soldiers recruited from all over the country will be in place. Everything will be ready. At that time, this hillside will be a giant gallowing machine, and he will kill as much as he comes, but it is obviously impossible. Obviously, these three kings have been premeditated, but they have got it. Such an excuse came with 60 million ghost soldiers.

The king of Biancheng doesn't want to care about the fate of the old man, and now he doesn't want to ask his whereabouts. He walked down the gate building tiredly and began his first deduction since the beginning of the war. However, no matter how hard he worked so hard, the painting on the wall was always fixed. It was an iron horse composed of countless black prison fire horses, which could not be seen at a glance. Head.

Puff! The king of Biancheng spit blood and retreated and looked at the wall in disilction. He used to see the future without any effort, but why can't he see anything now? Is it that heaven is going to kill me? Will my position as the lord of the temple be in security? Another big mouth of blood spewed out, which was really strange. It made a prison owner spit blood twice in a row, which was enough to see the harm to him.

What will happen in the future? There will be so many iron riders. Is this the beginning of turmoil?