Mirror Realm: Zhu Mingxuan found a broken mirror in the ghost market and transformed into Emperor Wu of the Mirror Realm that night.
When I opened my eyes, the dragon chair was still hot when the eunuch climbed in and cried: "Your Majesty! One hundred thousand enemy troops have arrived outside the city, and all the civil and military officials in the court have escaped!"
Looking at the empty Jinluan Palace, Lu Mingxuan's eyes darkened.
This emperor is in a dead end at the beginning? !
The capital is only three hundred miles away from the border, the food and grass are exhausted, and the soldiers have no desire to fight. The powerful people took away their last belongings, leaving him with only an isolated city that must be destroyed and a group of stragglers who had been hungry for three days.
History books will write like this: "Zhu Youlang, the last emperor of Dawu, died three days after he ascended the throne."
Fuck the history books!
Zhu Mingxuan threw the jade seal, drew his sword and mounted his horse.
If you can't escape, then don't escape. I will be the emperor myself!
Taking charge of the food, giving power, and being promoted based on merit—he relied on these three principles to gather his first group of die-hard loyalists.
Flintlock guns were made overnight, and hydraulic forging hammers were hammered crazily. He dragged the feudal dynasty into the age of firearms ahead of schedule.
