Ming Dynasty: Under the Crooked Neck Tree, Chongzhen Begged Me to Save the Common People

The seventeenth year of Chongzhen, March 19th of the lunar calendar. Zhu Youjian hung under the crooked neck tree, and Li Zicheng sat on the dragon chair. Outside Shanhaiguan, Dorgon watched like a hawk. In Yutian City, Wu Sangui betrayed his family and abandoned his ancestors. Wolf smoke is everywhere, mountains of corpses and seas of blood. … In the 21st century, a young man in the county got a piece of jade by chance. He was surprised to find that he could travel back and forth between the Ming Dynasty and modern times with it. Zhu Xinjiang sat on a 59 tank that was about to be scrapped, looking at all living beings. Emperor Chongzhen knelt down and cried bitterly: Immortal, please save the Ming Dynasty. Wu Sangui's face turned ashen: Your Majesty, I beg you to go overseas to expand territory for the empire. Dorgon burst into tears: Please spare my life. Westerners were horrified: God, why does the Armada of the great empire look like paper? As he traveled through time and again, Zhu Xinjiang's strength doubled. Looking at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command and hundreds of billions of assets in his bank card. Zhu Xinjiang climbed Mount Tai and shouted: All the world is in my jar! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.