Iron Blood 1644: My Industrial Revolution in the Late Ming Dynasty

——My trigger pulls the gunfire of the industrial revolution! [Death countdown: 1825 days] On the first night when I traveled to Chongzhen, a bloody system prompt appeared in front of my eyes: "Beijing fell in 1644 AD. If the mission fails, the soul will be annihilated." The civil servants of the Manchu Dynasty were arguing about whether to suppress the bandits or to resist the Jin Dynasty. Zhu Youjian silently spread out the world map, and circled three ways to survive in blood ink: Taiwan struvite → blast furnace coke → steam ironclad! When the Donglin Party laughed and scolded "the foolish king is obsessed with strange skills and cunning" - One hundred thousand refugees swung hammers at Huangzhuang Craftsman Camp, and the molten iron from the blast furnace reflected the red Yanshan night sky; An apprentice from the Jiangwu Hall used a rifled rifle to kill an enemy general 300 paces away, shocking Sun Chuanting; Dutch warships blocked the mouth of the Yangtze River, but saw steel paddle wheels tearing through the waves: "Open fire! Sink these antique sails!" "Reason with the scholar-bureaucrats?" The new emperor wiped the blood-stained Xiuchun knife, and the leader of the Yangzhou salt merchants knelt at his feet: "My truth, range is justice!" Five years! Either use machine tools, railways, and telegraph networks to recast the Ming Dynasty; Or be buried in the Meishan Mountains with this decadent dynasty! ——The sun and moon never set, and industry will burn forever!