On the eve of the destruction of the country and the death of the family, Zhu Cixiang, an ordnance expert, was reborn as a prince in the late Ming Dynasty.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the desperate situation of the city being besieged by the Chuang army, the Qing army moving south, the treasury being empty, and the court being in decay.
He silently spread out the drawings: flintlock gun, fixed ammunition, rifled cannon...
When Li Zicheng broke through Xizhimen, he saw dozens of dark iron beasts set up on the top of the city.
The heavy rain of lead bullets instantly tore apart tens of thousands of intruders, and wherever the metal storm swept through, everyone was shattered.
Chongzhen asked in a trembling voice: "What is this?"
Zhu Cixiang stroked the hot barrel of the gun: "It's called Maxim, and it specializes in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction."
"Father, I want the land illuminated by the sun and moon to be the territory of the Ming Dynasty!"
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