The seventh month of the seventeenth year of Chongzhen
Dorgon: “As my imperial brother said, taking Yanjing is like felling a great tree. You must first cut away at both sides, and then it will fall on its own. And now we've taken the Central Plains. Li Zicheng, you little runt, don't even think about escaping.”
The first year of Hongguang
Duo Duo: “Wang Yetai, can you stop chasing me? Imperial brother, save me!”
Li Zicheng: “Good thing you went after him. I've run so far I'm exhausted.”
The first year of Longwu
Dorgon: “Wang Yetai, come out and let's talk. I won't enter the pass anymore. Let us go back. We don't even want Liaodong. Just open the gates of Shanhai Pass.”
Li Zicheng: “Wang Yetai, I want to go to Jinling and beg His Majesty's forgiveness. I'll never rebel again. Please let me go, I beg you.”
(This is not a transmigration novel. My first attempt at writing a story about natives.)
Not bad. It feels too easy. The likes of Dorgon and Empress Dowager Xiaozhuang should not be underestimated. It is almost impossible to win a direct battle with the Qing army. It would take many years to develop machine guns, cannons and hand grenades. Everything else is just empty talk.
Great, I thoroughly enjoyed writing this.