Aboard the helicopter.
Little White Tiger had never seen such an extravagant lineup.
More than thirty big shots stood shoulder to shoulder, like true gods.
Every one of them radiated an incomparable presence.
It was no exaggeration to say that before them, the group from Chun Prefecture looked like children.
Whup, whup, whup.
The helicopter slowly landed on the deck of the Sea Fortress.
The moment the Old Man appeared in full uniform,
the scene fell utterly silent.
What was a general?
What was a true marshal?
One look at Old Guan would tell you.
The wounded soldiers lying on the ground, the soldiers already on their last breaths, actually struggled to their feet.
Whoosh!
"Salute!"
"Salute!"
Zhou Zheng and Guan Lei faced the Old Man and solemnly saluted at the same time.
Snap, snap, snap!
Every soldier stood ramrod straight, like the battle sabers in their hands.
At that moment, there was no need for the big shots to act.
These soldiers had the confidence to steamroll the Coalition Forces' navy.
His appearance alone ignited every soldier's fighting spirit.
This was a true Military God.
He was the faith in the hearts of the First War Zone.
He was the war god in the hearts of the Dragon Kingdom's soldiers.
As long as he appeared, there was no war they could not win.
Many soldiers had tears in their eyes, their gazes following the Old Man as he moved.
Little White Tiger and the others saw it all.
"See that? That's the old man's prestige. One word, and the Dragon Kingdom's top figures all gather."
Ji Min deliberately teased Old Ninth. "The person who can replace him hasn't appeared yet."
"As long as the Old Man gives a shout, these young soldiers would dare charge straight at someone with