In the sixth year of Yongli's reign, outside the city of Guilin, the ground was covered with blood and mud.
When a later military history enthusiast woke up, he became Li Dingguo, King of the Jin Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty.
At this time, only half of the Ming Dynasty was left in ruins. Internal fighting in the Yongli court continued. Sun Kewang was eyeing him, Kong Youde was guarding Guilin, and the Qing army's cavalry was marching southward.
He has no system, no heavenly weapons, and no firearms factory conjured out of thin air.
Some are just disabled soldiers, no food, wounded soldiers, gunpowder accounts, and intermittent memories of later generations in the mind.
Starting from the gates of Guilin, the first thing he had to do was not to proclaim himself emperor or to become a marquis.
But let this army in troubled times know what military orders are, what it means to be a king, and what it means to survive.
Kong Youde wants to guard Guilin, the Qing government wants to destroy Nanming, and all the kings in the court have their own evil intentions.
Li Dingguo held down the hilt of the knife, looked at the clear flag at the top of the city, and only said:
"Nan Ming can be defeated, but not like this."
