When Chongzhen fell, the Mandate of Heaven crumbled. The land was plunged into chaos, and the people could barely survive.
Hong Tianxiu transmigrated into the body of a failed scholar. He summoned gods to possess him and roused the masses!
The elegy from the walls of Jiangyin still echoed in his ears: "For eighty days, we wore our hair long and served loyally, honoring the heroes of the seventeen dynasties since the founding emperor. A hundred thousand shared life and death in righteousness, preserving three hundred li of the Ming realm."
By the Cangshui River, another voice answered: "A noble spirit endures through the ages. For the people, I would gladly be a madman!"
"Better to die in the wilderness than surrender to the Qing!"
With tears of blood streaming down his face, Li Dingguo gave one final cry!!!
Hong Tianxiu swore he would not let heroes meet their end in an elegy of human sorrow.
A Han Chinese may lose his head, but never his backbone.
The Eight Beauties of Qinhuai revel through the night; ten li of Yangzhou bloom with spring.
Iron hooves thunder across the land, and beacon fires sweep ten thousand li, raising their golden spears.
Heroes everywhere vie for the throne. In this age of chaos, who can rule the realm?
Give yourself a pat on the back! 🥰🤦[Laughing]