Struggle for Supremacy: You Forced Me to Rebel? Summoning God Zhao Yun from the Start!

“I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan! Who dares face me in a fight to the death?” “Where righteousness leads, life and death follow! Let the heavens bear witness, and my white steed be proof!” Zhao Si awoke inside a coffin, surrounded by white-haired veterans who wept with excitement at the sight of him. He had transmigrated into the second son of the general guarding Daxuan’s northern frontier at Jubei City. These old soldiers had all served under his father in the Northern Garrison Army. The whole city was filled with white-haired men, yet none would let go of their long blades. We stood alone for thirty years. How could we ever forget Daxuan? Yet these soldiers, who defended their homeland, were betrayed by the very king they served! For the sake of a treaty, the king had actually laid a trap to lure them out, then ambushed and killed the Northern Garrison Army’s officers at every level. At this moment, the Northern Garrison Army in Jubei City was reduced to a single second son of the general, useless at both civil and military affairs, and five thousand aged veterans of the battlefield. At this moment, the allied forces of three factions, all eyeing Jubei City, were closing in. Dark clouds loomed over the city, threatening to crush it. They meant to trample Jubei under their horses’ hooves! At this moment, for the dead, for the aging veterans, and for the hundred thousand citizens of Jubei City, Zhao Si made his choice! Since Daxuan had forsaken all kindness and righteousness, and since the three factions meant to storm Jubei! Then let us rebel! Come on! My divine Zhao Yun! My White Horse Volunteers!