I woke up from the pain.
It felt like nails were being driven into my temples, there was a smell of blood in my mouth, and my chest was so heavy that I couldn't breathe. My last memory is that at three o'clock in the morning, at my work station, the blue light of the monitor illuminated my dead face - the 47th day of continuous overtime work. The project manager @ everyone in the group: "We must go online today, no one can leave."
Then everything went dark.
I thought it was sudden death.
But now, a group of guys wearing Ming Dynasty official uniforms are kneeling in front of me, crying like their dead father. An old eunuch was lying on the ground, banging his head: "Your Majesty, Hou Jin's Tatars have broken through the Great Wall, and their troops are pointing directly at the city of Beijing!"
