The Journey of the Iron-Blooded Dragon: from Refugee to the 95Th Supreme Being

Chu Fan opened his eyes, and the chaotic world of swords and swords hit his face. A moment ago, he was a social animal in steel and concrete, and this moment he has become a child struggling in a heap of hunger and death. It was the disgraced couple who used the last half of the moldy wotou to drag him back from hell. He tasted home for the first time. The haystacks in the ruined temple were his bed, the coarse linen clothes were his warmth, the man's generous palms would clumsily catch lice for him, and the woman's hoarse singing voice could drown out the fighting outside the window. He thought it was a candy given by time travel, but he didn't expect that it would only be sweet for three years. On the day when the city was destroyed, the man stuffed him into a crack in the wall and rushed towards the rebels with a rusty hatchet. The woman tightly covered his mouth and let the blade cut her back. In the end, what was left in his palm was only half a piece of warm, bloody dough. "Stay alive..." Those were the most painful last words he had ever heard. Outside the gap in the wall, the fire dyed the sky red and burned away his last trace of warmth. Chu Fan crawled out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses, with only ice and ruthlessness in his eyes. Relying on the memory of two lifetimes, he gathered the remaining soldiers, fought with wits, and gained a fierce reputation with a steel knife. Those who bullied him and humiliated him in the past are now kneeling on the ground and trembling; those who once regarded him as an ant can only look up to his dragon flag. He built high walls, trained a strong army, recruited counselors, and recruited powerful generals. From the small border towns to the hinterland of the Central Plains, wherever he went with his iron hoof, he became the king's territory. Some people accused him of being cold-blooded and murderous, but he only sneered: "In troubled times, kindness cannot lead an army." This world is a smooth road paved by him with mountains of corpses and seas of blood.