Transmigrating to the Southern Ming, with a hellish start.
To the north, the Eight Banners of the Qing sharpen their blades. To the south, the Hongguang court drinks and dreams its days away.
The eighty-one days of Jiangyin are still to come, and the ten days of Yangzhou are fast approaching.
No System, no soldiers. From the start, he’s a refugee, about to be killed by his own government troops so they can claim credit for killing civilians!
What can he do?
Xu Lang looks at the fitness trainer, the popular young heartthrob, and the balding manager who transmigrated with him.
If human lives are worthless in times of chaos, they might as well take a big gamble!
Xu Lang straightens his tattered clothes and glares down at the murderous Ming general, shouting furiously:
“How dare you! I am Zhu Cilang, Crown Prince of the Great Ming! Who dares kill me?!”
Very nice. .