Chongzhen: Iron-Blooded Ming Dynasty

I woke up and became Chongzhen. It's not a game, it's not a script, it's the real biting winter of 1639. Julu's battle report was laid out on the Dragon Case with a bloody air - Lu Xiangsheng was dead, and the Tianxiong Army was gone. In the court hall, the "peace negotiation" of Chief Assistant Yang Sichang sounded rational and thoughtful; outside the palace wall, the sound of Li Zicheng's horse hooves and the sound of Huang Taiji's bow strings were getting closer and closer. And I, an ordinary person who used to worry about quarterly financial reports, now have to face the accumulated deficits of a huge empire: a corrupt bureaucracy, a weakened army, a depleted treasury, and a countdown to the national destiny that is certain to last only a few years. There is no system, no warehouse, only a modern soul's cold understanding of the ending of history, and the madness that knows it cannot be done but must do it. So, I started with a matchlock gun. Amid criticism from civil servants for their "strange skills and cunning", the first new army, the "Xiaoyan Battalion", was reorganized; On the empty account books of the treasury, the first drawings of standardized artillery were drawn; During countless late nights of walking on thin ice, using organizational logic that does not belong to this era, a "staff room" was quietly built to bypass the entire corrupt bureaucracy. This is not a person's destiny change. This is a painful operation that forcibly implants the bones of modern management into the body of an ancient empire. It was a volley of flintlock guns that blasted open the Iron Curtain of an era. When the new flag was raised above the recaptured city of Liaoshen, and the fleet heading towards the deep blue broke through the waves, I knew that the real war - the war to break this land out of the cyclical law, had just begun.