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

“I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan! Who dares fight me to the death?”

“Where righteousness leads, life and death follow! Heaven above is my witness, my white horse my proof!”

Zhao Si woke inside a coffin, surrounded by white-haired veteran soldiers, overcome with emotion and weeping as they guarded the city.

He had transmigrated into the second son of the general defending Jubei City on the northern frontier of the Great Xuan. These veterans had all served under his father in the Northern Guard Army.

The whole city was full of white-haired men, yet not one would let go of his saber.

They had stood alone against the enemy for thirty years. How could they ever forget Great Xuan?

Yet these soldiers, who had protected their homeland, were betrayed by the very emperor they served!

For the sake of a written treaty, the emperor had lured them out and ambushed the Northern Guard Army's officers at every level.

At this moment, Jubei City's Northern Guard Army had only one man left: the second son of the general, who was neither a scholar nor a warrior, along with five thousand battle-hardened veterans, all in their twilight years.

At this moment, the allied forces of three factions, all coveting Jubei City, were closing in. Dark clouds pressed down on the city, threatening to crush it. They intended to ride their horses straight through Jubei!

At this moment, for the dead, for the aging veterans, and for the hundred thousand residents of Jubei City, Zhao Si made his choice!

If Great Xuan was so unjust and unkind, if the three factions meant to storm Jubei...

Then let there be a revolt!

Come on!

My divine Zhao Yun! My White Horse Volunteers!