A Thousand Grenadiers from the Start, Fighting to Build a Glorious Great Ming

He transmigrated into the body of the Chongzhen Emperor, opening his eyes late at night on March 18, 1644. The outer city had already fallen to Li Zicheng’s million-strong army. Traitors controlled the inner city gates, ready to open them at any moment. Officials secretly colluded with the enemy, claimed to be broke, and refused to donate military funds, waiting only for the rebel army to enter the city so they could welcome the invaders. The only person left at his side was the eunuch Wang Cheng’en. He had less than six hours before reaching the certain doom of hanging himself at Coal Hill. The court was unanimous: “The Ming dynasty’s fate is sealed.” Zhu Youjian tossed aside the white silk he had prepared. “Its fate is sealed? To hell with that! I have a System!” At the brink of death, he bound himself to the [Imperial Ruler’s Troop-Summoning System]. From the start, he unlocked the beginner’s gift pack and summoned a thousand absolutely loyal, heavily armored flintlock grenadiers! Clad in tempered steel plate armor, they carried rifled flintlock guns and fragmentation grenades. Experts in volley fire, close-quarters bayonet fighting, and urban combat, they were modern killing machines, iron monsters in an age of cold weapons. When Li Zicheng thought victory was assured and sent his vanguard into the imperial city to take over the palace, they were greeted by a dense storm of lead shot before the Meridian Gate, accompanied by grenades that shook the palace walls. What Donglin faction? What rebel bandits? What Manchu Eight Banners cavalry? Face the firing squads and the devastating barrage, and every last one of you will kneel in submission! First, seize the countless riches of the corrupt officials. Then crush every rebel across the land. With an endless torrent of steel, refreshed every month, he will carve a resplendent Ming dynasty out of this decaying age, its sun and moon shining bright once more!