At the End of the Ming Dynasty, a Rebel Army Was Raised to Defeat Dorgon.

Songjin was defeated, a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. As the Eight Banners cavalry formed up in front of the pass, Dorgon stood up with his whip raised, pointing his finger with a smile: "We are exhausted, why not surrender early?" Before he finished speaking—— There was a muffled sound in the formation, and the handsome flag exploded. No one could see what was happening. I saw the "No. 1 Batulu in Manchuria" falling off his horse with his hands on his shoulders, bleeding profusely. The Eight Banners elites were stunned on the spot, and the three hundred years of undefeated myth was shattered into pieces with a loud explosion. When the smoke cleared, a bloody Ming soldier stood up from the pile of dead people carrying a "fire stick". No one knows that this body contains a soul from four hundred years in the future. The defeated soldiers knelt on the ground and shouted "God descends from heaven", and the court bosses wrote urgently asking "Who is this boy?" Only he himself knows—— Where is the god? It's just a modern man who is used to the dimensionality reduction strikes of hot weapons. He has redefined the "rules" on the battlefield of cold weapons. From then on, there were more rebels in Liaodong who did not worship gods and Buddhas, but only believed in gunpowder. From then on, Dorgon's nightmare had a Chinese face. Shanhaiguan is not the only one they have to settle. —— As for what the rules are, I have the final say.