The Tyrant of the Ming Dynasty: From the Start, I Had My Own Uncle-In-Law Arrested!

Transmigrated into Chongzhen, with only two months left before he hangs himself on Coal Hill. Li Zicheng's million-strong army is at the gates. The treasury is empty, and the court is full of bloodsucking parasites. From the start, it's a living hell? Modern young man Zhu Youjian wakes up transmigrated into Chongzhen, the last emperor of the Ming dynasty. The noose on Coal Hill is close at hand, while troubles at home and abroad threaten to tear the world apart. Need money? The treasury is so empty even the rats have left! Need soldiers? The troops in the capital are too hungry to lift their swords! You want me dead? Heh. First, I'll make the parasites die with me. I, Chongzhen, refuse to be the emperor who loses his country. I'll be a tyrant who confiscates fortunes. First on the list: Zhou Kui, the emperor's father-in-law, rich enough to rival a nation? Investigate him! Turn his house upside down! Wei Zaode? Wang Zhixin? The Duke of Ying? Not one of you is getting away! Silver pours into the treasury by the million. I'll use the blood of corrupt officials to forge the backbone of the Ming dynasty anew. Time is short? Zhu Youjian finds that his memories of his previous life are still vivid. Now armed with modern knowledge, he can use technological superiority to turn the tide. Song Yingxing, take command: double the power of the gunpowder! Mass-produce the flintlock blueprints at once! Make those Western cannons lighter! A secret weapons workshop roars day and night, and the “Emperor's Guard,” equipped with firearms ahead of their time, emerges from nowhere! Li Chuangwang? Your time is up! The fires of war rage beneath the walls of Beijing. As the Shun army surges forward like a tide, they are met by a storm of deadly metal from the future! Three-rank flintlock volleys, bullets raining down! Improved cannons roar, blasting the rebel king's great banner to pieces! Li Zicheng? I'll send you to the grave! The battle for Beijing is won! But before the smoke has cleared, Dorgon’s Eight Banners cavalry beyond the passes is already sharpening its blades... I won't just save the Ming realm. I'll make it an empire on which the sun never sets!