Li Zicheng stood at the top of the city, looking at the frozen soil broken by horse hooves outside the pass, holding a rusty iron arrowhead in his hand.
Three hundred years ago, his bloodline fled Jiugong Mountain from here. From then on, the word "Chuang King" became a sigh in the history books.
Three hundred years later, a modern soul from Mizhi's old house stood here again with the line in the genealogy that "descendants have inherited the inheritance and should save them." But what he wants to save is never just a person or a family.
He knew where the Achilles heel of this dynasty was - not because the bandits were too strong, or because there were too many natural disasters, but because the clan kings who sat on the granaries drinking wine had personally forced every good citizen to become a rebel.
What he wants to do is not just to change the dynasty, but to turn the "almost" ending three hundred years ago into "this time, it's different."
From an extinguished lamp in Mizhi's old house to the blood-stained flag at the top of Shanhaiguan City.
Welcome King Chuang, but King Chuang will not accept food when he comes.
This time, he kept his word.
