On March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the day Li Zicheng conquered Peking, modern young man Li Qiang accidentally traveled through time and became the unknown third son of Emperor Chongzhen, Prince An, Zhu Ciyu. At that time, the imperial city was in chaos, and Chongzhen hanged himself on Meishan Mountain. The favored prince either escaped or died, but like an abandoned son, he faced the life and death crisis of the invading army's butcher's knife.
In a desperate situation, Li Qiang activated the "Age of Empires" game system he had played in his previous life in his mind, and 8,000 initial influence points became the only way to survive - he summoned the top general in the game, You Baiyi, and 7,000 heavily armored soldiers.
This systematic army, equipped to crush the army of the late Ming Dynasty, turned into a killing machine under the command of You Baiyi: the shield wall advanced to crush the chaotic formation of the invaders, the crossbows rained down to harvest the defeated troops, the remaining enemies in the harem were eliminated, the Xuanwu Gate, Donghua Gate, and Xihua Gate were seized, and finally the bloody battle at Chengtian Gate drove the main force of the invaders out of the imperial city and recovered the Forbidden City.
Standing on the steps of the blood-stained Huangji Palace, Zhu Ciyu (Li Qiang) looked at the rising influence of the system panel and was no longer satisfied with survival - Li Zicheng's army was not dispersed outside the city, and Shanhaiguan's external slaves were eyeing him. With the system and the Iron Legion in hand, he vowed to stand firm in this troubled world, reverse the fate of the Ming Dynasty, and rewrite the nation's darkest historical moment.
Reader comments
Give me back to my farmers, [you taste it carefully]
Mark it,
Tried the poison [laughing evilly]
The protagonist's brain represents the author. If there is a system, it's still like this. Alas,
The front is actually okay. I don't write much now, and there is still room for change. Let's change it later.
Give me back to my farmers, [you taste it carefully]
Mark it,
Tried the poison [laughing evilly]
The protagonist's brain represents the author. If there is a system, it's still like this. Alas,
The front is actually okay. I don't write much now, and there is still room for change. Let's change it later.