After Liu Hong stood on the platform, the group of teenagers all gave a military salute.

"Greetings, Your Majesty!!"

The shouts were so loud that they resounded in all directions.

"No need for formalities, rise!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Liu Hong stepped forward and looked at the young people below the stage, especially the increasingly mature Cao Cao, Yuan Shao and others. The passion in his heart was boiling uncontrollably.

Liu Hong grasped the hilt of the Emperor's Sword, then with a "clang," drew it out, the tip pointing straight to the sky. He then shouted loudly:

"You are all eagles of my great Han Dynasty. Eagles should climb to the top. There is a long future ahead. When the wind rises, you will be free to spread your wings and soar across the vastness of the world!"

Liu Hong's words were short, but every word carried immense weight, striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

Li Jue, standing behind, also blushed deeply and was the first to shout, "I swear to follow Your Majesty to the death!!"

"We swear to follow His Majesty to the death!!"

In an instant, a deafening roar erupted from the scene, the sound waves rolling and spreading in all directions.

Enjoying the cheers of the crowd, Liu Hong couldn't help but imagine himself riding a fine horse and leading a group of fierce generals to conquer all directions.

After the cheers subsided, as is customary, Huangfu Gui, Xu Rong, Zhu Jun, and others took turns to the stage to deliver speeches.

When Lü Bu took the stage, the atmosphere reached its peak once again.

Everyone stared intently at Lü Bu on the stage, many with a hint of admiration in their eyes.

In the formation, Sun Jian, Dian Wei, and others looked on with longing in their eyes, while also harboring a hint of competitive spirit as they gazed at Lü Bu.

Although they admired Lü Bu's deeds, they believed that if given the chance, they would certainly be no worse than Lü Bu.