I dressed as Li Zicheng's nephew Li Guo.
I have read books, led soldiers, and guarded the territory of Xiangyang.
Logically speaking, this is not a bad start.
But I have a secret——
I know what will happen in the future.
I knew that Li Zicheng would be defeated soon after entering Beijing.
I know that Wu Sangui will surrender to the Qing Dynasty and Qing soldiers will enter the pass.
I know about the Ten Days Massacre in Yangzhou and the Three Massacres in Jiading, and I know that the Han people's clothing and clothing will be cut off for two hundred years.
I know who will die, who will betray, and who are worth entrusting with their lives.
But I can't say.
Because no one will believe a "prophet".
So I can only lay out.
Dig people in advance, train troops in advance, stock up on food in advance, and bury chess pieces in advance where no one can see them.
While Dorgon was waiting for Wu Sangui to open the door, I was already ready in Xiangyang.
While Nan Ming was still fighting for the throne, I had already recruited all the talents that should be recruited.
Everyone thought I was just a lucky warlord.
Until one day, at the top of Xiangyang City, I said something to Dorgon who looked shocked:
"I knew you were coming, so I've been waiting for you for a long time."
