Above the Red Square, the sky was covered with heavy snow.
The 25-year-old Lin Xiao was personally awarded the Marshal Medal by the President of the Northern Alliance, becoming one of the five youngest marshals in the history of the Northern Alliance. He has 200,000 troops in the western theater and can mobilize the three armies of the Northern Alliance with a single order.
The whole place was roaring, but he submitted his resignation in public, gave up all military power, status, and wealth, and returned home resolutely with only a marshal medal.
Everyone thought he was crazy.
But when he returned to Jiangnan, Long Country, he found that his father had been imprisoned unjustly, his mother lived in a dilapidated rental house, and his sister was molested by gangsters in the street.
Looking at his haggard family, Lin Xiao's eyes were filled with murderous intent.
"I have killed more people in Beilian than you have ever seen."
"From today on, whoever dares to lay a finger on my family will be killed by me!"
Corrupt officials? Grasp!
Profiteer? Copy!
Are the old guard in the military dissatisfied? A battalion will beat you as a regiment!
Do foreign forces dare to provoke? With one phone call from me, Beilian's million-strong army will cross the sea to support!
Since then, the Dragon Kingdom has gained its youngest major general, and the world has gained a god of war that no one dares to offend.
