July of the 17th year of Chongzhen
Dorgon: "Brother Huang is right. Taking Yanjing is like cutting down a big tree. You have to grind it from both sides first, and then the big tree will fall down on its own. Hasn't the Central Plains invaded? Don't run away, Li Zicheng, you little brat."
The first year of Hongguang
Duduo: "Wang Yetai, can you stop chasing me? Brother Huang, please save me!"
Li Zicheng: "It's a good thing I chased you. I'm exhausted from running so far."
The first year of Longwu
Dorgon: "Wang Yetai, come out and let's discuss it. I won't enter the customs, so you can let us go back. We don't want Liaodong anymore. Please open the door of Shanhaiguan."
Li Zicheng: "Wang Yetai, I'm going to Jinling to plead guilty to His Majesty. I can't get up now. Please let me go. I beg you."
(This book is not a time travel, it is my first experience with indigenous literature.)
Reader comments
Not bad, it feels too easy. Dorgon Xiaozhuang and his like should not be taken lightly. It is almost impossible to win in a head-on battle with the Qing soldiers. It must be developed for many years. We have machine guns, cannons and grenades, and everything else is empty talk.
Not bad, it feels too easy. Dorgon Xiaozhuang and his like should not be taken lightly. It is almost impossible to win in a head-on battle with the Qing soldiers. It must be developed for many years. We have machine guns, cannons and grenades, and everything else is empty talk.
Very good, very enjoyable to write