In 1944, the entire army of Xiaoluobu Head in China retreated. They could no longer withstand the crazy counterattack of China. The people on the Chinese side never fought head-on with them. Their tanks and planes could not find the target of attack. Every time they fought guerrilla tactics and night attacks, counterattacking while they were relaxed. Moreover, there were often warriors in China assassinating senior generals of Xiaoluobu Head, and the success rate of assassination was very high. The death of each senior general frustrated Xiaoluobu Head's arrogance.

From 1939 to the present, according to incomplete statistics, the number of small radish heads that died on the land of China has reached more than 900,000, which is almost the entire population they invaded, and the record is extremely crazy. Although the death toll on the Chinese side is two or three times that of theirs, the result of this battle shocked many people, because the weapon gap between the two sides is too big. The small radish head has excellent guns and shells, while the Chinese side only has some shoddy ** and bombs, but they relied on these shoddy equipment to drive the small radish head out of the land of China.

In a cavalry building in GZ City, Tian Daoling, wearing black clothes, had several scars on his face, and exuded a kind of cold and indifferent atmosphere, was sitting next to him, Wu Chilin, who were also wearing black clothes and scars on his face, and Jinshan Zao and others. Opposite him were a bald old man and an old man with a mole on his chin. There were many generals standing next to them, both of them looking at Tian Daoling with serious eyes. It can be said that the whole of China is the modern version of the Three Kingdoms era, with three parts of the world. One is an old force headed by bald heads, one is a new force with a mole old man, and the last one is Tian Daoling's power.

Unlike the other two people's forces, Tiandaoling's power was completely formed by warriors, with Tiandaoling as the highest leader.

"Tian Daoling, now is the time to express his opinion. Which side do you support?" The bald man looked at Tian Daoling and asked. At the same time, the old man with mole also looked at Tian Daoling. They all knew that Tian Daoling's opinion was very important. It can be said that among all the people present, Tian Daoling's reputation was even more powerful than the two of them combined, because it was the important person who awakened the sleeping people to resist the little radish head. Although he was not old and only in his twenties or thirty years old, no one present dared to underestimate him. Everyone knew that he was a ruthless man and he fought in person every time he fought. This is why many people respect him very much.

"I will not support either party." Tian Daoling shook his head coldly.

"Do you want to?" Hearing Tian Daoling's answer, the two old men were shocked and looked at Tian Daoling with vigilant eyes. They thought Tian Daoling also wanted to establish a real force like them. Although Tian Daoling is now a representative of a force, this force is very loose. The reason why they gathered was entirely because they were called by Tian Daoling, and they did not truly admit that they were a force.

"No, I don't want to do anything. I don't support either of you, nor will I fight against either of you. China can no longer stand the tossing. After the war is over, we will retreat behind the scenes. We do not represent any party or faction. We only represent the will of the people. When they need us, when things that the people hate appear, we will appear again. We are the guardians and inheritors of China, not the bargaining chips for your struggle." Tiandaoling looked at the two old men calmly and said, and after that, he took Jinshan to find others to leave the arcade and disappeared into the crowd.

Looking at Tian Daoling leaving, a hint of joy appeared on the face of the old man with mole. He knew that he had won this time, and the bald old man's face became very gloomy. Although Tian Daoling did not choose any of them, what he just said had already shown some of the same idea as the old man with mole.

"We won this time." After Tian Daoling left, the old man with mole also stood up and said in a HN accent Mandarin, and patted the bald man on the shoulder and left.

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Time flies quickly, and soon it was 1949. Outside Tiananmen Square in Yanjing on October 1, an old Mediterranean man announced the arrival of a new era with an HN accent. Many civilians outside the square cheered, cheering for the arrival of a new era.

And where no one noticed, more than a dozen people wearing black cloaks and hoods were looking at the cheering square.

"Brother Ling, is the war finally over?" Wu Chi Lin said with a confused look on his face when he looked at the cheering people.

"Well, it's over. Let's go and meet the big guy." Tian Daoling nodded, and looked at the cheering scene. A look of fatigue appeared in his eyes. He had been killing and killing for the past few years, and his whole body was full of murderous intent.

Although the history of China in this world has some minor changes due to its appearance, the general process is still the same. In 1945, Xiao Luotou was scared to tears by the two nuclear bombs of the American boy and the fat man, and applied for surrender. After World War II, China entered the civil war stage. The two forces kept competing for the right to speak in China. In the end, the old man won the battle.

Since then, Tian Daoling has lived in seclusion behind the scenes. It does not mean that he is just a hermit. He led the group of followers to form an assassin alliance. They only do one thing, that is, wander around China, living a life of eliminating local evil people and robbing the rich and helping the poor every day, and enjoying it. However, anyone who does something all day will feel disgusted, especially this kind of blood-touching life. More and more followers put down the butcher knife and return to normal life, and only a small number of people continue to follow Tian Daoling.

Of course, those who have left the Assassin Alliance do not withdraw permanently. If Tiandaoling needs them, they will take up the sword and fight again. However, the current era does not require them. They can retreat from the stage of history, so they chose to retire.

At night, Tian Daoling led their team to Zhongnanhai.

"Who?!" Some soldiers looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared in the office of the Supreme Leader of the Chinese Republic with a look of alertness. Everyone raised the guns in their hands to aim at Tiandaoling.

"Get back." The old man with mole waved his hands at the guards when he saw Tian Daoling suddenly appeared.

"Chief, they are..." The guard paused after hearing the old man with moles and wanted to say something, but was interrupted before he could finish his words.

"It's okay. If they want to hurt me, then no one in China can protect me. They are the Assassin Alliance, or the Guardian of China." The old man with mole said with a smile on his face.

When the old man with moles heard the words of the guards, the eyes of the guards looking at Tian Daoling and others immediately changed, from being vigilant to respect. As the guards of the supreme leader, they knew something that ordinary people didn't know.

"Have you decided?" the old man with mole looked at Tiandaoling with a smile and asked.

"Yes." Tian Daoling nodded, then left with Wu Chilin and others.

"Chief, what did Mr. Tian decide?" The guard next to him asked with a puzzled look on his face. They had no idea what the old man with moles and Tian Daoling were fighting.

"If the order is passed on, the Dragon Group will be established from now on. The supreme leader is Tianyi, and it belongs to the supreme leader of China. When they think that it is harmful to China, they can execute the execution without review. Local officials and officials are not allowed to hinder their actions..." The old man with mole announced a series of things.

"Hiss!" The guards and officials who were discussing matters next to them took a breath. The power of this organization was too great. This sword was simply the sword of Damocles above everyone's heads.
Chapter completed!