A grand general of the era—+#Army!
In full military uniform!
Majestic and commanding!
Now, has fallen to this level.
Merely holding a plastic bag, drinking blood.
Inside a small room, though there's a window, there's also an iron grille.
Just like being imprisoned.
The most critical issue is, the blood in the plastic bag he's holding isn't fresh.
Judging by its taste, it's at least three days old.
However, he still drank it in one go.
By his feet, there's a large foam box.
Filled with hand-sized plastic bags containing fresh blood.
He has already drunk more than a dozen bags.
He's resigned to his fate.
Fresh or not, having something to drink is good enough.
Now his complexion and injuries have improved quite a bit.
But of course, recovering his vitality will take a long time.
"What on earth has happened to this world?"
"My Qing Dynasty is gone?"
"Even went through the Republic?"
"Those foreigners actually invaded and looted them?"
