Beijing Is About to Fall from the Start, So I Lead the Ming Dynasty in a Desperate Swap

“Dorgon, I'll give you Beijing. Shenyang belongs to me.”

In the seventeenth year of the Chongzhen reign, only a month remained before Li Zicheng marched on Beijing. Zhu Xiaoqiang had transmigrated into the body of an emperor of a fallen dynasty, but he had no System, no divine weapons, and no time to turn the tide.

If I can't hold it, then I won't defend it!

While the eyes of the world were fixed on Beijing, a Ming fleet had already set sail for Korea in secret.

With the main Qing army entering the pass, the rear of Liaodong was left undefended.

This time, it was time to switch the roles of hunter and prey!