"General, dragon blood stone is the most poisonous thing in the world. If you touch it, you will die!"
Han Zhou smiled and cut open his chest in front of everyone - where the heart should have been, a stone pulsating like lava was embedded.
Three years ago, he was the meanest cannon fodder in the frontier army. He swallowed dragon blood stones to survive. From then on, he could eat iron sand and gnaw tree bark, relying on an iron stomach to survive in the most barren Iron Mountain City in the north.
Three years later, he raised eight hundred "hungry ghost soldiers", who were so hungry that they dared to tear Beidi Longqi alive, and when they were thirsty, they dared to drink the blood of princes.
The world is in chaos, and the seven lords want to recruit this monster army.
A female military advisor from the imperial capital handed over a secret letter: "If the general surrenders, he will be granted the title of Marquis and Prime Minister."
Han Zhou tore up the secret letter and put the knife on her white neck: "Tell them, my soldiers only know one thing -"
The eight hundred hungry ghosts behind him roared in unison: "Feed!"
That night, Han Zhou led his hungry ghost soldiers south.
The seven kings' coalition forces numbered 300,000, blocking the chokepoint leading to the imperial capital.
The detective horse came to report: "General, the food and grass ahead have been exhausted!"
Han Zhou touched his stomach and found that the dragon blood stone was burning hot.
He looked at the handsome flag embroidered with a golden dragon in the center of the enemy formation and licked his lips.
"Call the order——"
"Extra meal today."
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If a person is very hungry, he can eat the dragon.
If I leave the mountain, I will feed the world.
