Li Zheng spat out a word, his eyes were like a wolf, cold and bone-chilling.
The three of them rolled and crawled out, not even daring to say a harsh word.
Li Zheng put away his knife and frowned. These are just ants. In this troubled world, one can only survive by relying solely on personal bravery. To survive, or even control his own destiny, he needs an army, a machine of absolute violence.
"Ding! It is detected that the host has completed its first kill and shock, and the 'Military Soul Deduction System' is activated."
"Current military soul value: 10. Do you want to recruit a 'novice gift package': a shadow soldier trapped in the camp (trial version, limited to three days)?"
Li Zheng's lips curved into a sneer.
System? It seems that God wants him to come to this troubled world and be a real king.
"Recruitment."
Outside the courtyard gate, the wind and snow suddenly stopped.
A figure wearing heavy black armor and holding a halberd appeared out of thin air. He has no body, his whole body is shrouded in a faint black mist, and his armor is covered with marks of slashes and axes, like a demon god who has returned from a bloody battle in hell.
The black armored soldier knelt on one knee, his voice hoarse and low, with endless vicissitudes of life and murderous intent:
"Being trapped in the camp, the ambition to be trapped in the camp, there is life or death. Soldier Zhao Meng, see my lord!"
Li Zheng held the Mo Dao tightly and looked past Zhao Meng towards the distance in the direction of Chang'an.
There, the bubble of the prosperous age is about to burst, and An Lushan's wolf ambition is clearly revealed.
And his iron-blooded era has just begun.
