In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, Zhu Youjian, the king of the country who had subjugated his country, put a white silk silk around his neck on a crooked tree in Meishan.
When he opened his eyes again, this frail body contained the soul of Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu.
The white silk was broken, and the dragon robe was stained with blood.
Faced with the desperate situation of Li Zicheng's 100,000 troops approaching the city, Xiang Yu just sneered - in the Battle of Julu, he defeated 400,000 with 50,000; in the Battle of Pengcheng, he defeated 560,000 allied troops with 30,000.
Is a mere rogue worthy of letting him abandon the city and flee?
The Meridian Gate opens wide, and the Emperor's Sword comes out.
With one sword, Liu Zongmin, the most powerful general in the camp, was killed, and three thousand Chu souls rolled over the enemy formation like a black tide.
Overnight, the city of Beijing was littered with corpses, and Li Zicheng fled west in a hurry. The Ming Dynasty, which was sentenced to death by the world, was dragged back from the cliff by a soul from two thousand years ago.
But guarding the capital is only the beginning.
In the court, the surrender ministers were ready to make a move.
Outside Shanhaiguan, Dorgon's Eight Banners cavalry watched eagerly.
Halfway south of the Yangtze River, the undercurrents of the small court of Nanming Dynasty were surging.
This time, the Overlord will not be defeated again.
