Mud dragon
In the fourth year of Zhengzheng, there were droughts and locusts everywhere, and the people were no better than grass.
Chen Jiu is a living person - not a hero, not a hero, just a person who still wants to live. Half a piece of bran cake, a nail, and a slap are all engraved in the bones.
In this world, you can live if you kneel, but you can die if you stand. But someone happened to stand up.
From Bozhou to Yanmen, from slaves to weapons, a group of people crawling out of the mud are pushed by fate, forced to choose, and forced to live. Some are guarding the gates, some are keeping accounts, some are rebelling, and some are betraying - every choice has a price, and every road is filled with blood.
There is no destiny, no counterattack, only people who survive from the mud.
——This is the mud dragon.
Don't kneel, don't cry, don't accept your fate.
Great writing 👍🏻