""I joined the army at seventeen and became part of the world's strongest land force, the Northern Confederate Army, at eighteen. Ten years of military service left me with many scars and made a significant mark on the modern warfare history of the military. When I decided to retire, the military region leaders were the first to oppose me and they were very angry."Inside an upscale coffee shop, Richards, dressed in a loosely fitted suit, was eloquently boasting about his military career.Sitting directly opposite him was an arrogant and aloof beauty. Her name was Hannah Harrison, Richards's fiancée. Although the two had never met, Richards had long heard of Hannah's ruthless ways and that she was a notorious femme fatale in Birmingham City."The Northern Confederate army commander would actually get so angry over a cook retiring?" Hannah said with disdain. "It seems your cooking skills are truly excellent."“Of course. I’ve served in the military for ten years, honing my skills to pe

Richards was angry for a moment, but he quickly calmed down.From the day he decided to retire, he secretly warned himself: Richards, when you lose the halo of the American War God, you will no longer be the revered General, you will lose 300,000 Confederate fans, you must keep a low profile.Richards leaned against the door, casually lit a cigarette, and before the man could speak again, he turned and called out to the master bedroom, "Hannah, you have a visitor!"Already feeling lost, Hannah felt a tingling sensation in her feet, and the intense physical discomfort made her feel cold all over. She pushed open the door and came out. Her beautiful eyes merely glanced at the man before turning to Richards: "Is there something you need?""You know him?" Richards raised the hand holding the cigarette and pointed at the man."Yes, he's Harold Stones," Hannah said calmly. "My father's godson."Upon hearing this, Richards unconsciously straightened up while leaning against the door, a smile

Under the blinding light, five thousand Northern Confederate soldiers stood before the perilous tower, their spirits soaring. They remained unmoved, yet unleashed an overwhelming pressure.Which of the desperados that Harold brought wasn't a ruthless person who had been living on the edge of a knife?But when they witnessed this scene, they were all terrified, their faces turning pale and their legs trembling.Harold was also stunned. The anger that he had thought only blood could extinguish instantly dissipated. What's the big deal? It was just a slap in the face.After the five thousand elite Northern Confederates appeared, no one paid any attention to the group of clowns. All the soldiers, like James Longhorn, were only focused on Richards.After tonight, there will be no more General Richards Smiths i in this world, only Richards Smiths.The soldiers were overcome with emotion, their blood boiling!"Stand at attention!" Longhorn's eyes were red as he saluted Richards: "Old squad l

Early in the morning, Grandma called to say she wanted to see her grandson-in-law. Hannah, who hadn't slept all night, had no choice but to bite the bullet and drive over.Seeing Richards eating food with great energy, Hannah felt a pang of resentment and even a little jealous of his excellent sleep quality.Upon arriving at the Harrison family villa, the two were just about to enter to see the Harrison family matriarch when a drunken young man blocked the door.The young man had messy hair, a decadent demeanor, and although his features were handsome, his eyes were bloodshot. Judging from his terrible mental state, he probably didn't sleep all night, just like Hannah.Before the two could step forward, the young man suddenly swung a wine bottle and smashed it in front of Richards. Wine was spilled all over the floor, and glass shards flew everywhere."Hannah! If you dare bring this good-for-nothing boy into our family today, you're not my sister!" The young man suddenly stood up, his