Traveling through Nanming, hell begins.
In the north, the Eight Banners of the Manchu and Qing dynasties were sharpening their swords, and in the south, the Hongguang court was in a state of intoxication.
Jiangyin has not arrived on the 81st, but Yangzhou is approaching on the 10th.
There is no system, no soldiers and horses, and you are a refugee at the beginning, and you are about to be killed by your own officers and soldiers!
What to do?
Xu Lang looked at the fitness instructor, the popular fresh meat, and the bald manager who had traveled together with him.
Since in troubled times, human lives are as small as grass, it's better to take a big shot!
After straightening his tattered clothes, Xu Lang glared and shouted angrily at the murderous Ming army general:
"Bold! I am the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Cixiang! Who dares to kill me?!"
Very nice. .