Reborn as Wu Sangui, I Rewrite the History of the Ming Dynasty

The bitter wind atop Ningyuan’s city walls cut like a knife. Wu Sangui rested a hand on his sword hilt, gazing at the vast Eight Banners encampment outside the city.

He remembered that just yesterday, he had been living in the modern era, rescuing someone from drowning. Now he had become the Ming dynasty’s most imperiled border general.

The history books said he had flown into a rage for the sake of a beauty, but all he could see was the secret edict Chongzhen’s envoy had brought him:

“If the situation becomes urgent, you may act at your own discretion.”

Act at his own discretion? Surrender, or fight to the death?

Wu Sangui suddenly laughed. In this life, he would make history tell a different story.