Daming Xinyuan

On March 19, the seventeenth year of Chongzhen, the city of Beijing was destroyed. Prince Zhu Cihong fled on Chongzhen's orders, but fell off his horse and died on the way. At the same moment, a soul from the afterlife wakes up in this body. He discovered that there was a power that did not belong to this world hidden in his left arm - the soul of the fierce general of the Three Kingdoms had merged with his flesh and blood. In the past, the Qing army's cavalry went south, and in the later period, King Fu coveted the throne in Nanjing. Amid internal and external troubles, this fifteen-year-old boy led a white silk ribbon out of Changyi Gate and walked alone into a world full of wars. Outside the city of Jiangyin, a ninth-grade Dianshi led three hundred people to guard the isolated city; in the old house in Zhongzhou, Qin Liangyu shook off his 40-year-old armor; at the top of the city in Yangzhou, Shi Kefa's unsent suicide note was pressed on the corner of the case, and his handwriting was blurred on half of his last words. Don't run alone. Don't be the king of a country that is destroyed by itself. From Jiangyin to Yangzhou, from Yangzhou to Nanjing, from Nanjing to Beijing. He wanted to save those who should have died for the country and drag the loyal souls back from the dead end of history. Yan Yun's eighteen cavalry broke through the Huaibei company camp, and the Overlord's halberd swept through the bloody rain in Qingzhou. In this world, the Ming Dynasty cannot die - if it should die, it should die in the dawn rekindled by a young man holding a flame. New dynasties and old years, the mountains and rivers will not change.