Who Could Stay Loyal After Transmigrating Into the Qing Dynasty?

I transmigrated into a wanted fugitive during the Qianlong era, and from the start hid in Ghost’s Sorrow Gorge. Others transmigrate as princes and nobles. I became a fierce, shorthair bandit, chased across three provinces by the Green Standard Army. Luckily, I came with a spiritual spring space: it produces a thousand jin of grain a day, and its water can bring the dead back to life and heal even the most grievous wounds. I gather Ming Zheng loyalists, ambush Eight Banners officers, make flintlock guns by hand, and open an iron mine at Blackstone Ridge. When Eerqi, the governor of southern Jiangxi, brings an army of ten thousand to crush me, I blow up his artillery camp instead. Qianlong rages: “Where does this scoundrel get his provisions? It must be sorcery!” I declare myself king in Chuzhou, sweep across Fujian and Zhejiang in three years, and reach the Yangtze with my cavalry in five. The Eight Banners’ cavalry? My riflemen line up and shoot them down! The Jiangnan military camp? I plow it under with explosive shells, three times over! At last, the northern expedition reaches the gates of Beijing, and Qianlong burns himself to death in the Mukden Palace in Shenyang. I stand atop the Forbidden City, looking down over the vast land.