Reborn at the End of the Ming Dynasty as the Rebel Zhang Xianzhong

In the twilight of the late Ming, the sky was stained crimson by the fires of war. A mighty general sat astride a whinnying steed, clad in heavy armor. He gripped a long spear, its tip glinting coldly in the afterglow. His gaze was resolute, filled with a readiness to face death without flinching.

Behind him surged a peasant army like a rising tide, its banners blotting out the sun and its cries of battle shaking the heavens. Every soldier wore a determined expression and gripped a weapon of some kind as they charged forward. Their figures appeared and vanished in the clouds of dust, revealing their overwhelming might and indomitable spirit.