He opened his eyes and became Zhu Youlang, Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming Dynasty.
In the twelfth lunar month of the fifteenth year of Yongli's reign, the Qing army pressed the territory, and its first assistant collaborated with the enemy. The isolated city of Kunming would be destroyed within ten days. The subjugated king who would go into exile in Myanmar in history and be strangled by Wu Sangui now only has half a life left and a city of despair.
But he is different. He has read every detail of this history, knows every pitfall, and has seen every glimmer of hope.
When all the civil and military officials knelt down and begged to flee westward, he drew his sword and stuck it on the dragon case: "I will live or die with Kunming!"
When the hungry soldiers defended the city, he pawned his dragon robes and harem jewelry, and pledged his post-war land as a pledge of "military merit fields."
When the Qing army's red cannons destroyed the city wall, he stood in the gap with his sword in hand, spattered with the enemy's blood, and roared: "The Ming Emperor is here, who dares to step forward?!"
That sword cut through the desperate situation and ignited the determination of the whole city to fight to the death.
He went from being a frail puppet to an emperor who could kill enemies with a sword. Kunming was defended, Qujing, Guiyang, Jingzhou, and Wuchang were recovered one after another. Rebels from all directions gathered, chieftains surrendered one after another, Hong Chengchou was captured, and Nikan was given the headship.
And when he returned to the palace late at night, Yang Guiren, who was sent to the palace as a chess piece, held his cloth shoes stitch by stitch, not caring about his future, only hoping for his safe return.
The country has not recovered, but the fire has been ignited.
This man who crawled out from the dead is using his iron blood and tenderness to bring the broken Ming Dynasty back inch by inch from the edge of ruin.
