Iron-Blooded Kingdom: Revenge of the Young God of War

When he was sixteen years old, his family collapsed and his father died in vain. Young Qin Zhan put down his military book and picked up his blood-stained sword. Three years later, the name of the "God of Killing" resounded throughout the border areas. Wherever his cavalry stepped on, even the wolves in the grassland would detour. Until the blood-stained secret letter revealed the truth - the smile of the man on the dragon throne was originally painted with the blood of his father. The beacon fire suddenly broke out in the north, and the black armored torrent turned around and headed south. Qin Zhan, one man and one horse, walked at the front of the team, behind him were 300,000 silent frontier troops, just waiting for an answer. He said: "On this journey, we don't care about right or wrong, we just cut down the emperor's flag." On the day when the palace door was opened, the young God of Death held his sword and walked step by step up the jade steps stained with the bloodstains of his fathers. With the throne in sight, he suddenly remembered what his father always said: It is a blessing to be a general who defends the territory and opens up borders, and his body is wrapped in horse leather. Qin Zhan's sword-raising hand felt extremely heavy for the first time.