The War God's Wrath! A Hundred Thousand Iron Riders Descend on Jiangbei!

Yue Xiaofei quietly shifted his position, turning his back to the two thugs watching the soccer match, and pressed the dial button on his watch.

First try!

Number out of 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 match, occasionally arguing over it. That gave him an opening.

But he had no idea how long it would last.

He tried dozens of times without success...

Yue Xiaofei's hope wore away bit by bit.

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 wielded so much power in Jiangcheng!

Who would offend such a giant 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 person hung up.

Yue Xiaofei's eyes dimmed.

Only one number remained—99.

His finger hovered over the screen. A flicker of determination 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 amid shattered walls.

Zhao Shanhe stood atop the palace ruins, drenched in blood, with a mountain of corpses beneath his feet.

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

"Long live the War God!"

"Victory to the War God!"

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

After years of bitter fighting and enormous 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.

"Your achievements are beyond measure, General!"

The Deputy General stepped forward, his voice ringing with excitement. "A victory like this is enough to earn you the rank of marshal!"

Zhao Shanhe waved a hand, his tone turning wistful.

"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 made marshal, it's him—Yue Changlong!"

"Report!"

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

"General! Your secure phone is ringing!"

What?!

Zhao Shanhe's expression changed instantly. He snatched the phone.

The phone was encrypted. Only a handful of people knew its number, and all of them were among Longdu's highest-ranking figures...

Whoever was calling, it had to be an emergency!

He answered at once.

The other end stayed silent for several seconds.

Then a boy's voice came through, choked with tears. "Are you Uncle Zhao Mengsheng?"

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

Zhao Shanhe's heart clenched.

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

"Uncle Zhao, it's really you?"

The boy sounded overjoyed and overwhelmed, his voice catching.

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

"Dad said you were his best friend and told me to find Uncle Zhao 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 considerately, "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 fire.

Yue Changlong's son. His nephew...

Someone had dared treat him like this?!

The nerve!

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 just shackled my ankles. They're watching a soccer match..."

"You little brat, what are you muttering about?!"

A furious shout suddenly exploded behind him.

Yue Xiaofei turned. The Buzz-Cut Thug stood behind him, staring at his wrist with knife-sharp eyes.

"Shit! There's something wrong with his watch!"

The other thug caught on 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 smashed it against the floor.

"You bastard! You dared call for help? You're asking for it!" He drove a fist into Yue Xiaofei.

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 knows now. He'll come!

He believed the comrade his father trusted so deeply would never let him down!

"Hit him! Beat him half to death!"

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

Elsewhere, in the Wolf Country Capital.

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

The sounds of fists and feet striking Yue Xiaofei came through clearly.

His stifled groans rang in Zhao Mengsheng's ears.

"Ahhh... You bastards!!!"

Zhao Mengsheng jerked his head up.

Tears filled his eyes, blood vessels bulging across them.

BOOM!

A murderous aura, almost solid, erupted from him like a tsunami and burst forth like a volcano!

An invisible shock wave exploded outward from where he stood!

The guns in the soldiers' hands trembled beyond their control.

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. He looked ready to level the entire Wolf Country Capital.

"Find it!"

Zhao Mengsheng roared, his voice carrying in every direction.

"Jiangcheng! The location of Black Tortoise Manor! Now!"

"Yes, sir!"

The intelligence officer hurled himself toward the command console.

"Ready an aircraft!"

"Highest clearance. Fly straight to Jiangcheng!"

"Anyone who tries to stop us dies!!!"

Each order cracked through the air like thunder.

The Deputy General stepped forward and urged him anxiously, "General, you've just conquered Wolf Country! The victory banquet is ready in Longdu! The chiefs are waiting for you!"

Zhao Mengsheng kicked over an ammunition crate.

"A victory banquet?"

"I can't even protect my big brother's son! What the hell do I have to celebrate?!"

He turned, fixing the Deputy General with bloodshot eyes. "Light the Beacon Fires. Now!"

The Deputy General froze. "General, how many?"

"Every city along the way from the Northern Frontier to Jiangcheng—a hundred of them!"

"Light every beacon tower!!!"

There was no room for argument in Zhao Mengsheng's voice.

"General, you mustn't!"

The Deputy General's face changed. "The Beacon Fires are a National Treasure. They can't be lit unless a major war breaks out! This will shake Longdu!"

"Hmph! I want Longdu to know! I want the whole world to see!"

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

"Do you know who just called me?"

"It was Yue Changlong's son!"

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

"When I took a bullet and fell, he carried me on his back for three kilometers!"

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

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

"And now his son has been locked in a basement by a tyrant and beaten!"

"I, Zhao Shanhe, conquer lands and defend the Dragon Kingdom, but I can't even protect my good brother's son!"

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

Zhao Shanhe's voice rang with grief and fury, each word striking the soldiers' hearts like a hammer.

"Now!"

He thrust out his hand, pointing 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 and roared like thunder.

"We will! We will! We will!"

Eight hundred thousand soldiers raised their weapons in unison.

The roar surged like a tide, threatening to tear the sky above the Wolf Country Capital apart.

"We will follow you, General!"

"Through fire and water! Whatever it takes!"

"Save the Yue Family's young nephew and demand justice!"

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

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

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

"Today, a hundred thousand cavalry ride south to Jiangbei!"

"If gods stand in our way, we'll slay gods!"

"If Buddhas stand in our way, we'll slay Buddhas!"

"Anyone who dares block us—we'll trample them into the ground!!!"