On the top of Meishan Mountain, the cold wind is biting.
Facing Li Zicheng's army and the white silk hanging on the tree, Emperor Chongzhen of the Ming Dynasty wrote his last edict with tears in his eyes: "When I die, I will not be able to see my ancestors..."
The next moment, the emperor opened his eyes, his gaze as bright as a torch!
A terrifying imperial power that swept across the land and wasteland instantly enveloped Meishan!
"Trash! Sitting thousands of miles away, you can only cry and seek death?"
"I am the ancestral dragon, Ying Zheng!"
Looking at the rebels who were forcing the palace and the hypocritical civil servants in the court, he drew the Emperor's Sword:
"When they come, kill them!"
"The Donglin Party is harming the country? Then it will trick Confucianism!"
"The rogues are causing trouble? I have warriors from the Great Qin Dynasty who can conquer the Nine Provinces!"
"The barbarians are knocking on the gate? The construction of the Great Wall is too slow, I decided to destroy their country directly!"
In this life, I will not hang myself on Meishan Mountain, I will make the sun, moon, mountains and rivers all tremble under the black dragon's banner!
