In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, a graduate student in the Department of Modern History passed through the soul of the last emperor Zhu Youjian. When I woke up, it was only half a month since Li Zicheng destroyed the city. The treasury was empty, refugees were everywhere, the border troops were short of pay, and the courtiers were fighting with each other. There was a raging war in the north, water transportation in the south was cut off, and the capital was starved to death. He has no military power, the eunuchs around him are corrupt, and the strength of the nine gates is unpredictable. There is no golden finger for predicting history. We can only use modern thinking to game people's hearts. Within fifteen days, we must raise money and food, stabilize the capital, and mobilize border troops, step by step, and grab a glimmer of hope in a desperate situation. Only by surviving can there be hope for Ming Dynasty.
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What kind of thing is this? Minotaur Chongzhen went too far. . . .
What kind of thing is this? Minotaur Chongzhen went too far. . . .