The Moe Girl's Late Ming World

The fiery-tempered girl Zhu Youjian flung the memorial aside. Her fair cheeks flushed with anger as she pointed at the assembled officials and cursed: "Even if they were thirty thousand pigs, the Eastern Tartars would need three days and three nights to capture them. How could all thirty thousand of my elite troops be gone in a single day?" Dorgon gazed at the Ming army below the mountain, then turned to the voluptuous older woman Huang Taiji, who sat on horseback behind him, stuffing herself with food. "Elder Sister! If we don't attack now, all the southern barbarians will get away!" "Don't rush... Fourteenth Sister, pass me that lamb shank..." The carefree older woman Li Zicheng declared: "Back in my day, I, Old Li, was the prettiest girl in ten miles around!" The round-faced older woman Yuan Chonghuan said: "Pacify Liaodong in three years? Sure, next time! Definitely next time!" "What a bunch of unreliable women!" The young man who had transmigrated into an alternate-dimension Ming dynasty complained.