Taking on the role of Zhu Youlang in the late Ming Dynasty, Zhu Youlang set a small goal for himself at the beginning: to save a few generals for fun.
He faked his own death to save Sun Chuanting, and faked defeat to rescue Zhou Yuji. A group of tragic heroes who should have left their mark in history were hidden in the backyard sharpening their knives.
The trade route is his money bag, and the spy network is his eyes and ears.
He watched Chongzhen wasting his time in the court with cold eyes, watched Li Zicheng proclaim himself emperor in Xi'an, and watched Dorgon sharpen his sword.
He was waiting for the old crooked-necked tree to hang the last of the Ming Dynasty's luck.
That day has finally arrived! Chongzhen Meishan hanged himself, and the world was in chaos.
Zhu Youlang smiled. He stepped out from behind the scenes, revealing the sharp claws that had been hidden for fifteen years.
"My king's game begins now."
First pacify Huguang, then conquer Guangdong and Guangxi, and crush all dissatisfaction with millions of stones of grain and grass!
While the small court of the Southern Ming Dynasty was still quarreling over who to support, his troops were already pointing at the wolf smoke in the north.
Manchu? Rogue bandit? But withered bones in the grave.
In this world, it's up to me, Zhu Youlang, to take a seat!
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