In the fifteenth year of Chongzhen's reign, the Ming Dynasty was already in a state of turmoil - there were Qing cavalry outside, Li Zicheng's million-strong army was overwhelming inside, the Donglin Party was arguing endlessly in the court, and the treasury was so empty that it could not even pay the soldiers.
Zhu Youjian stood on Meishan, looking at the city of Beijing where the war was raging, and for the first time he had the idea of despair.
At this moment, a cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in his mind——
