The Marquis of Zhenbei’s entire household was known for its loyalty and heroism. The marquis died in battle, and his body was never found.
As the only legitimate son, Lin Zhao was branded a good-for-nothing, locked in a woodshed, and subjected to endless humiliation.
His fiancée and cousin carried on behind his back, then publicly broke off their engagement and treated him like a dog or a pig.
His own uncle seized the family estate, saw him as a thorn in his side, and wanted him dead.
Faced with this hellish start, Lin Zhao, who had transmigrated here, merely gave a cold smile.
You think I’m a lamb waiting to be slaughtered?
You don’t know that the one who woke in that woodshed is a god of war from another world!
From a frail good-for-nothing whom anyone could bully to a young war god who would turn his gaze north and earn the title of Wolf-Residing General!
The tiger has returned to the mountains, and the hidden dragon has emerged from the depths.
All those who once bullied, humiliated, and harmed him will tremble and submit at his feet!
His second uncle, Lin Boshun, the Vice Minister of War?
His fiancée, Qin Ruoxue?
The Left Chancellor, Qin Ruzhen?
And all the treacherous officials who framed loyal men!
The barbarians to the north, the foreign tribes to the west!
Lin Zhao: “Don’t rush. I’ll deal with you one by one. You’ll repay my family’s debts in blood!”
