The fourteenth year of Zhengtong, the darkest abyss of the Ming Dynasty.
The emperor was captured and an army of 600,000 was annihilated in Tumubao. The Ora cavalry knocked at the gate, the gates of Beijing were opened, the government and the public were crying and moving south, and the rich and powerful all over the city were already packing up their belongings.
Just the night before the capital was about to turn into a slaughterhouse, Chen Li, a member of the Jinyiwei family, woke up.
He remembered the historical defense of Beijing, but he had no intention of being a bystander to history.
Facing the defeated army, he drew his sword and beheaded the generals, blood splattered on Desheng Gate: "If you go out of the city, you are a lamb to be slaughtered. If you stay, follow me, you may survive."
Facing the memorial about the move of civil servants to the south, he sneered and smashed the gold bricks in the main hall: "Anyone who talks about moving the capital will be killed immediately!"
There is no system, no magical calculation, only the iron will of a modern tactics instructor.
He used the tactical thinking three hundred years later to train the dying Ming army; he used the simplest survival rules to resist the 100,000 cavalry who were the first to fight.
In this battle, he was going to fight not only the barbarians outside the city, but also the Ming Dynasty's chronic illness that was hard to recover from.
"The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies in the country. Today, I stand here to ensure that the fate of the Ming Dynasty will not be destroyed!"
