I'm No Eunuch Factionist

As long as our traditions endure, China will never die!

Kong Chongjun looked at himself in his new shaved-head, Manchu-style attire, tears filling his eyes. He had let down his ancestors and the Ming Dynasty. From now on, he had no face to show his ancestors. After death, he would cover his face with his hair so they would not recognize him.

Arrows whistled through the air, and cannon fire rained down from the sky. The Qihuojun paid no heed. Amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood, China stood mighty and glorious. Although the elite Eight Banners forces had the Qihuojun on the back foot, a chill crept into their hearts.

The Qihuojun seemed like demons unleashed upon the world, their eyes bloodshot and their faces twisted. Now, atop the walls of Yizhou, the light of hatred blotted out the sun, and the overwhelming stench of blood carried the most vicious curse imaginable!