The God of War's Wrath! A Hundred Thousand Cavalry Ride for Jiangbei!

Yue Xiaofei quietly shifted in his seat, turning his back to the two thugs watching the game, and pressed the dial button on his watch.

First try!

Number not in service!

Second try!

A woman answered!

Third try, fourth try, fifth try...

Yue Xiaofei dialed again and again, holding his breath for fear of being caught.

He secretly wiped away his sweat, growing more anxious by the second.

The two thugs were engrossed in the game, occasionally arguing over it. That gave him an opening.

But he had no idea how long that opening would last.

He tried dozens of times, all to no avail...

Yue Xiaofei's confidence slowly wore away.

Maybe... Uncle Zhao had changed his number long ago!

He even began to wonder whether Zhao Mengsheng would come to save him if he got through.

The Gao Family held so much power in Jiangcheng!

Who would offend a giant like that for someone they barely knew?

On the ninety-eighth try, the call connected.

"Is this Uncle Zhao Mengsheng?" Yue Xiaofei asked in a low voice.

"Who are you looking for? Wrong number."

The other person hung up.

Yue Xiaofei's eyes dimmed.

Only one number remained—99.

His finger hovered over the screen. A glimmer of resolve returned to his eyes, and he pressed it.

"Beep... Beep... Beep..."

The ringing seemed to last a century.

Meanwhile, on the Northern Frontier battlefield.

The Wolf Country Capital lay in ruins, flames raging through its shattered walls.

Zhao Shanhe stood atop the palace ruins, drenched in blood, surrounded by mountains of corpses and rivers of blood.

The bodies of more than a dozen Wolf Country generals lay in neat rows.

"Long live the War God!"

"The War God will prevail!"

Eight hundred thousand soldiers roared as one, their voices shaking the heavens.

After years of bitter fighting and tremendous sacrifice, the Dragon Kingdom's soldiers had finally breached the Wolf Country Capital and won a decisive victory.

"General! We won! We finally took the Wolf Country Capital!"

One of his men rushed over, tears streaming down his face.

Zhao Shanhe gazed at the Dragon Kingdom flag flying in the distance and finally smiled.

"General, your achievements are unparalleled!"

The Deputy General stepped forward, voice ringing with excitement. "For a victory like this, you deserve to be named marshal!"

But Zhao Shanhe waved him off, a trace of nostalgia in his voice.

"My abilities are nothing compared to my old company commander's. I still have a long way to go."

"If anyone in the Dragon Kingdom deserves to be named marshal, it's him—Yue Changlong!"

"Report!"

Just then, a messenger rushed over, clutching a military Satellite Phone.

"General! Your special phone is ringing!"

What?!

Zhao Shanhe's expression changed instantly, and he snatched the phone.

The line was encrypted. Only a handful of people knew its number, and all of them were among Longdu's most powerful figures...

Whoever was calling, it had to be urgent!

He answered at once.

For several seconds, the other end was silent.

Then a boy's tearful voice came through. "Are you Uncle Zhao Mengsheng?"

"I am Zhao Mengsheng. Who are you, child?"

Zhao Shanhe's heart clenched.

Zhao Mengsheng was his birth name. Very few people knew it—among them his old company commander, Yue Changlong.

"Uncle Zhao, it really is you?"

The boy sounded overjoyed, almost choking up.

"My name is Yue Xiaofei. I'm Yue Changlong's son..."

"Dad said you were his best friend and told me to come to you if I was ever in trouble!"

"I'm locked in the basement of Black Tortoise Manor in Jiangcheng!"

"Gao Zisheng! He said he'd kill me when he got back! Please save me!"

Yue Xiaofei paused, then added with touching consideration, "If you can't come, that's okay. Could you call the police for me?"

"I don't have a phone. Yours was the only number I remembered..."

On the battlefield.

Zhao Shanhe gripped the phone so tightly his knuckles turned white. Fury churned in his chest like flames.

Yue Changlong's son. His own nephew...

Someone dared treat him like this?!

Outrageous!

Gao Zisheng. Black Tortoise Manor... He would remember them!

"Xiaofei, don't be afraid!"

Zhao Shanhe asked in a deep voice, "Tell me, are you safe right now?"

In the basement.

Tears poured down Yue Xiaofei's face when he heard Zhao Mengsheng's voice. "I'm okay! They've just chained my ankles. They're watching the game..."

"Brat, what are you muttering about?!"

A furious shout suddenly rang out.

Yue Xiaofei turned. The Buzz-Cut Thug stood behind him, his knife-sharp gaze fixed on his wrist.

"Damn it! There's something wrong with his watch!"

The other thug realized it too and lunged at him with a roar.

Yue Xiaofei tried to hide it, but it was too late.

The Buzz-Cut Thug snatched the watch and slammed it onto the floor.

"You little bastard! You dared call for help? You're dead!" He threw a punch.

Yue Xiaofei's vision went black. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

"Young Master Gao said we couldn't kill you. He never said we couldn't beat you!"

The other thug joined in.

Yue Xiaofei curled up on the floor, shielding his head with both hands.

It hurt!

His bones felt ready to crack!

But he gritted his teeth and made no sound.

Uncle Zhao knew. He would come!

He trusted the comrade his father believed in so deeply. Uncle Zhao would never let him down!

"Hit him! Beat him half to death!"

The Buzz-Cut Thug roared, his face twisted with rage.

Back in the Wolf Country Capital.

Though the watch had been smashed against the floor, the call had not disconnected.

Every punch and kick came through clearly.

Yue Xiaofei's muffled groans pierced Zhao Mengsheng's ears.

"Ahhh... Damn you!!!"

Zhao Mengsheng jerked his head up.

Tears filled his eyes, red veins standing out in them.

Boom!

His killing intent erupted like a tsunami, like a volcano exploding!

An invisible shock wave burst outward from him!

The guns in his soldiers' hands trembled uncontrollably.

The War God was enraged!

Heaven and earth seemed ready to collapse!

"General, what happened?"

The soldiers around him turned pale and backed away.

They had never seen Zhao Mengsheng so furious. It seemed he might raze the entire Wolf Country Capital in the next instant.

"Find it!"

Zhao Mengsheng's furious roar rang out in every direction.

"Black Tortoise Manor in Jiangcheng! Find its location! Right now!"

"Yes, sir!"

The intelligence officer threw himself at the command console.

"Ready an aircraft!"

"Highest priority. Fly straight to Jiangcheng!"

"Kill anyone who gets in our way!!!"

Each order rang out like a Thunderclap.

His Deputy General hurried forward and urged, "General, you've just conquered Wolf Country! The victory banquet is ready in Longdu! The leaders are waiting for you!"

Zhao Mengsheng kicked over a nearby ammunition crate.

"A victory banquet?"

"I can't even protect my sworn brother's son! What the hell is there to celebrate?!"

He turned and fixed bloodshot eyes on his deputy. "Light the Beacon Fire! Now!"

Deputy General froze. "General, how many?"

"Every city between the Northern Frontier and Jiangcheng—more than a hundred of them!"

"Light every Beacon Fire tower!!!"

There was no arguing with the resolve in Zhao Mengsheng's voice.

"General, you can't!"

His deputy's face changed. "The Beacon Fire is a National Treasure. It must only be lit in a major war! If you do this, Longdu will be thrown into an uproar!"

"Hmph! I want Longdu to know! I want everyone under heaven to see!"

Zhao Mengsheng spun around to face his eight hundred thousand soldiers and raised his arm.

"Do you know who just called?"

"It was Yue Changlong's son!"

"Yue Changlong was my old company commander! My sworn brother!"

"When I was shot, he carried me three kilometers on his back!"

"When our position fell, he led us in a fight to the bitter end!"

"He gave his last drop of blood for the Dragon Kingdom!"

"And now his son is locked in a basement by a bully, getting beaten and kicked!"

"I'm out here conquering territory and defending the Dragon Kingdom, yet I can't even protect my brother's son!"

"I've failed Brother Yue! What kind of War God does that make me?!"

Zhao Shanhe's grief-stricken voice struck every soldier like a hammer blow.

"Now!"

He thrust out his hand and pointed south. "I'm going to Jiangcheng! I'm going to save my nephew and get him justice!"

"Will you come with me?"

"We will!"

The first soldier raised his gun, roaring like thunder.

"We will! We will! We will!"

Eight hundred thousand soldiers raised their weapons as one.

The roar surged like a tide, as if it would tear the sky above the Wolf Country Capital apart.

"We will follow you, General!"

"Through fire and water! Whatever it takes!"

"We'll save the Yue Family's nephew and demand justice!"

Zhao Shanhe looked at the ranks of soldiers before him, his eyes blazing.

"Good! Leave the main force to guard Wolf Country!"

"My hundred thousand personal guards will march with me!"

"Today, a hundred thousand iron cavalry ride for Jiangbei!"

"If gods stand in our way, kill the gods!"

"If Buddhas stand in our way, slay the Buddhas!"

"Whoever dares stop us, we'll trample them into the ground!"