Mountains and Rivers

Hell is empty, and the end of Ming Dynasty is full of hungry people. When I woke up, I became a dying refugee in Chongzhen for seven years. The bark of the trees has been exhausted, and the grass roots have disappeared. Looking around, the loess is full of desperate eyes. This is not history, this is survival. From leading women and children to escape from horse thieves butchering knives, to establishing the first stronghold in the mountains; From using military training methods that transcended the times to build the "Dingyuan Army" to using assembly line technology to cast the first self-produced artillery. The martial arts hall I built teaches geometry and ballistics; the merit system I promote breaks down thousands of years of family tradition. Li Zicheng wanted to accept me as a general, so I asked with a smile: "Can you build a cannon with a range of three miles?" Dorgon sent envoys to bring peace, and I threw the edict into the furnace: "This world should be governed by the Han people themselves." The court of the Southern Ming Dynasty called me a traitor and traitor, but when I defeated the Eight Banners, they sent a letter from the governor overnight. When the flames of war were raging across Jiuzhou, I stood at the top of Yingtianfu City, facing millions of troops, and swore an oath: "I want to pick up these broken mountains and rivers inch by inch; I want to rebuild the backbone of this dim China!"