When I woke up, I became Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty.
Good news: I am bound to a [National Luck System]. As long as the Ming Dynasty is immortal, I can survive.
Bad news: It's November of the second year of Chongzhen, and Huang Taiji's Eight Banners Cavalry has already reached the gates of Beijing.
In the court hall, there were squabbling factions, and the officials talked eloquently but could not get out half a grain of silver; by the city wall, the defenders were sallow and thin, and the swords in their hands were so rusted that they could not chop a piece of dead wood. The treasury has long been empty, the refugees are waiting to die from cold and starvation in the corner, and the shadow of the crooked-necked tree in Meishan has already been cast on my imperial case.
They are all waiting to see the joke of me, the king of subjugation.
But I know that seventeen years later, it will definitely not be me who hangs with this country.
"Your Majesty, urgent report from Guangqumen! Huang Taiji is calling!"
I stood up and looked at the dark Eight Banners camp.
That's fine. Starting from this battle - I want to change this ruined country.
