Passing through Chongzhen, the National Games withdrawal system was forcibly bound one second before Meishan hung its southeast branch.
Looking at the death countdown of [National Luck Value: 2/100], I threw Bai Ling away.
The yield of grain per mu is three thousand kilograms? Withdraw! Is the Shenji Camp equipped with Maxim? Withdraw! Wang Yangming and Sun Chuanting, famous ministers and generals? Draw card summons!
What's even more frightening is that Li Zicheng, Dorgon, and the Donglin Party are just pawns pushed to the forefront.
On the observatory of Qintianjian, Li Xuanzhen, an inconspicuous man with handsome features, is using the dark network laid out for three hundred years to suck the national fortune of the Ming Dynasty with a smile.
I, Zhu Youjian, will use science and tactics to dismantle this era.
Use flintlocks to fight dead soldiers, use the "Ming Times" to crush rumors, and use steam engines to crush economic chains.
From the blood and fire of the capital to the global struggle for hegemony, every bit of national destiny must be taken back from the hands of the "national master" behind the scenes!
I am the destiny of the country, and I am civilization. This time, Ming Dynasty Guo Zuo will withdraw the money from me!
