Iron-Blooded King

He used to be the most ordinary horseman at the Yinchuan Post Station, accompanying the post horses and official documents every day, until the cutoff order in the first year of Chongzhen took away his last morsel of food. He remembered the shabby straw mat under his mother's collar when she starved to death, the landlord's mean face when he demanded debt, and the numbness in his palm when he raised his hoe and smashed the door of Ai's house. From that moment on, Li Zicheng knew that he could never go back. The beacon fire started a prairie fire behind him. The bloody battle at the top of Yichuan City, the fire at Fengyang Imperial Mausoleum, the trial on the streets of Luoyang, the arrows under the walls of Beijing - every step stepped on the sore spot of the Ming Dynasty. When he finally sat on the dragon chair in the Forbidden City, he found that the chair was even colder than the earthen kang in northern Shaanxi. The wind and sand in Shanhaiguan brought the Eight Banners cavalry and blew away his imperial dream. From Beijing to Xi'an, from Xi'an to Jiugong Mountain, he has completed a reincarnation. The moment he finally collapsed, he vaguely saw his young self again in Yinchuan Station, carefully combing the mane of the stage horse. This is a story about resistance and loss. When an ordinary person is forced to go to a dead end, how far can he go? When he finally reaches the end, how should he face the blood and fire along the way? "The Legend of Li Zicheng" is not about a hero's legend, but about a person's struggle and choice in the tide of the times.