Iron-Blooded Chongzhen: My Great Ming Shall Endure Forever

In 1644, the noose was already around Chongzhen’s neck on Coal Hill. History teacher Lin Mo transmigrated into the emperor’s body, slashed the rope with his sword, and swore in blood: “As long as I live, the Great Ming will never fall!” He fled south to Nanjing, slaughtered spineless civil officials, and offered the heads of corrupt officials as a sacrifice to raise the army’s banner. When he reorganized the lands north of the Yangtze, he personally led the new army into bloody battle, building a monument of enemy corpses from the Eight Banners. “The Son of Heaven guards the gates of the realm? I’ll open those gates and conquer the world!” Matchlock guns thundered, shattering the invaders’ courage, while ironclad ships roared like dragons across the seas. He carved a path through blood and forged the Great Ming into an empire of iron and bone. When the dragon banner flew over the northern snows, the waves of the South Seas, and the western coast of the Americas, he stood with sword in hand atop the Forbidden City. “These lands beneath the sun and moon, I have protected them.”