Reborn as a prince, achieve the pinnacle of power

In the distant sky, flashes of artillery fire pierced the dark night, like sparks inadvertently leaked from the gates of hell, fleeting, but appearing one after another, forming a chaotic and ominous melody.

Every time the light of an explosion tears through the night sky, it will briefly illuminate the earth, casting hideous silhouettes of all scenery, and then quickly disappear into the darkness, as if nature is protesting against mankind's violent games.

"In troubled times, soldiers are respected!"

Li Bingcan stood in front of the window, gazing at the picture of hell painted by artillery fire. His body seemed to merge into the night. Only his face illuminated by the firelight appeared and disappeared in the darkness, flickering like a ghost.

The brief bursts of light brought by each explosion carved distorted lines on his face, twisting his facial features into an unrecognizable shape that was hideous and terrifying.

"Cui Mingyuan."

Li Bingcan slowly turned around, squinted his eyes, stared at his confidant, and said in a deep voice: "Based on my understanding of you, you have made some preparations before telling me this."

"Yes, Your Excellency."

Cui Mingyuan stood up straight, his eyes met Li Bingcan's, without any evasion, he looked so calm:

“What I just said is not just my own opinion, but the common wish of the vast majority of division commanders on the western front. Everyone feels that only the military has the ability to help the country eradicate the cancer and give South Korea a chance to thrive.

In peacetime, civil officials rule the country. We can only let the chaebols develop and do nothing about it.

However, now that troubled times have arrived, the global competition between Daxia and Eagle Sauce has intensified.

Anyone with insight can see that the S3 league will start in the near future.

We in South Korea must make a difference, we must join one side and participate in this game that will dominate the order of the next hundred years..."

"We'll deal with those things in the future after we succeed."

Li Bingcan waved his hand to interrupt Cui Mingyuan's long speech, and said impatiently: "Now the North Korean artillery fire has begun to extend backwards, proving that their landing troops are coming soon... According to the ammunition reserves you mentioned, the Han River defense line will definitely be lost tonight... We don't have much time."

"Yes."

Cui Mingyuan's eyes flashed with determination:

“We only have tonight.

Tomorrow, the northern Korean army will surround the capital.

Therefore, please come with me and take the helicopter back to the capital immediately... My First Division is ready and can take control of the capital at any time."

"The First Division is responsible for maintaining law and order in the capital and enforcing a curfew. It can indeed take control of the capital at lightning speed."

Li Bingcan's eyes flashed with a gleam of light, and he said in a deep voice: "Now we can only survive in the face of danger. Instead of letting the North Koreans occupy the capital, it is better for us to control it and send it to Daxia as a gift."

At this point, Li Bingcan felt a surge of pride in his heart: "There is no time to lose, let's go back to the city immediately."

……

after an hour.

The atmosphere at the South Korean 1st Division Headquarters Square was tense and solemn.

On the makeshift podium, Li Bingcan, wearing a general's uniform, was giving a speech in front of the microphone, and the tweeter carried his voice throughout the entire military camp.

Next to him stood Major General Cui Mingyuan with a solemn face, and all the officers above the regimental level in the headquarters of the First Division.

Below the platform, neatly lined up, fully armed soldiers were standing in standard military posture. Under the lights, their young faces were silhouetted.

“Soldiers, today we are facing unprecedented challenges, not only from external pressure, but also from domestic problems - those deep-rooted plutocracy forces, who manipulate the economy, influence politics, and have brought our country’s development to a standstill.

Now, the North Korean army is about to cross the Han River, and the moment of the country’s destruction and the family’s ruin may come at any time.

But even at this critical moment, domestic tycoons are still thinking about how to squeeze the country's wealth.

While the soldiers on the front line were fighting bloody battles and the ammunition was in serious shortage, Mu Zairong of the Two Star Group arbitrarily raised the price of ammunition several times, making it impossible for the government to buy it.

What’s even more infuriating is that our government, in order to satisfy the endless greed of the chaebols, is preparing to once again reduce the soldiers’ rations, leaving us, the soldiers fighting for our country, hungry and cold…

Over the past few decades, the evil deeds of the chaebols in China are too numerous to list and everyone has witnessed them, and the government is their accomplice...

Ask yourselves, which family has not been oppressed by wealth?

If the chaebols are not eradicated and the government is not reformed, how can we resist the invasion from the north? "

Li Bingcan's inflammatory speech brought angry expressions to the faces of the young people.

"Your Excellency the Chief is right!"

Cui Mingyuan took two big steps forward and stood in front of the microphone. His expression became ferocious and his voice became unusually loud:

“Soldiers, we can no longer sit idly by.

Tonight, we have only one goal - to eradicate those tycoons and reform the government! We want to establish a fair and transparent government, a government that truly serves the people.

Now, pick up the guns in your hands and set off immediately under the leadership of your respective commanders.

Let us work together to give this country a clear sky and pure land!"

"Eliminate the chaebols and reform the government!"

The deafening shouts were like thunder, reaching the sky, as if tearing the entire night sky apart.

Cui Mingyuan stared at the angry faces below the stage with a sharp gaze, his mouth slightly raised, outlining an almost crazy smile. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and coldness, as if he was full of anticipation for the upcoming action.

He slowly turned around and faced the officers behind him. He gave orders in a firm and forceful tone: "Everyone, I have already explained all the important targets, places, and people at the beginning of the meeting. You should all be very clear about them. Remember, we must eradicate all evil and not let any remnant of the chaebol escape our sanctions."

"Yes, Your Excellency, the Division Commander."

The officers responded loudly in unison.

Afterwards, after a solemn military salute to Li Bingcan and Cui Mingyuan, they immediately stepped down from the stage, quickly boarded the vehicles that had been waiting on the side, and rushed to their respective troops.

"Everyone aboard, let's go!"

As the command sounded, the soldiers quickly boarded their respective vehicles, moving skillfully and orderly.

Then, the roar of engines was heard and the convoy began to move slowly.

Led by the K2 tanks, the 808 wheeled vehicles followed closely behind, forming a spectacular steel torrent.

The officers and soldiers of the 1st Division, sitting on tanks and various combat vehicles, filed out of the barracks and headed towards the capital.

The sound of the wheels rolling echoed in the air, making a dull sound, as if announcing to the world that a major change was about to happen.

Li Bingcan and Cui Mingyuan stood quietly in their original places, their eyes following the convoy going away...