Starting at Meishan, I Light up the Ming Dynasty

1644, Meishan, Crooked Neck Tree. Just as Chongzhen was about to put his neck into the noose, Su Ze fell from the sky wearing a Patrick Star T-shirt and flip-flops. "Your Majesty, don't be in a hurry to die. I think your tree selection is not good. Why don't you learn to do chemical experiments with me?" A one-dollar windproof lighter made all the civil and military officials kneel down and call out for the arrival of gods. A pot of aged horse manure mixed with chili noodles made Li Zicheng's army of hundreds of thousands cry for father and mother. Su Ze: I'm just a prop master on the set, I really don't know magic. Chongzhen looked enthusiastic: Mr. Su, stop pretending! Isn't that Gatling, who is blazing blue fire, a magic weapon from heaven? Li Zicheng: I just wanted to enter the city, but he actually used biological weapons on me! Dorgon: Escape quickly! Those madmen in Ming Dynasty don't care about martial ethics at all, they will reduce the dimension and attack! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.