At the End of Ming Dynasty, I Will Lead Millions of Players to Make a Comeback

In the last years of Chongzhen, war broke out everywhere. Zhu Mingchen's soul came through and became the most inconspicuous side branch of the Ming Dynasty clan - he had neither the glory of a royal family nor the intricate forces. He was only thrown to the Xuanda border with a transfer order and became a border guard with only dozens of old and weak soldiers under his command. There are Mongolian cavalry knocking at the pass in the north, refugees rioting and causing nuisance in the south, party disputes continue in the court, and military pay and food have long been cut off. Standing at the head of the city in the cold wind, looking at the gunpowder smoke in the distance and the hungry and cold soldiers below the city, Zhu Chen was filled with despair: In these troubled times, an abandoned son of the clan with no power and no foundation is just cannon fodder in troubled times, and he is destined to be buried in the wilderness in this life. Just when he was desperate, the [Player Summoning System from All Realms] suddenly awakened! A cold system prompt broke the dead silence: "The host can issue virtual helmets to the earth and recruit players from the earth to settle in the frontier in the late Ming Dynasty. All the players' actions will be transformed into real combat power." When the first batch of virtual helmets with the words "Hardcore Historical Survival Game" printed on them appeared in e-sports hotels, university dormitories and workplaces around the world, countless thrill-seeking players flocked in. They thought it was an immersive holographic online game, but they didn't know that the flashes of swords and death everywhere were real; they complained, "This game is too hard."