"Look at this person!" Carl flipped to the first page, pointing at a man dressed in the uniform of a Feiyang Republic Marshal. "Hastings, the only Marshal in Feiyang currently, known as the War God of the Republic, my idol!"
Even though Tian Xingjian was unaware, he had heard of the name Hastings. However, it was the first time he saw a photo. In the photo, Hastings, in his fifties, appeared handsome and resolute, with a composed expression, looking like a movie star or a suave university professor.
However, this renowned tactician's strategic thoughts were inconsistent with his appearance. Ruthless and decisive, he would cut losses when necessary and kill when needed, often sacrificing parts to gain an overall advantage. In the twelve super-large-scale battles he commanded, he never lost once. Though the casualties were significant, he always achieved victory.
