The Chu Army in Late Ming

“I would rather die an inch north of Ning than live a foot south!” Qin Yiming cried, his spirit soaring to the heavens.

“Qin’s head is so heavy it blocks out the sun!” Song Xiance stared at the character for “spring” that Qin Yiming had written, his heart trembling violently.

“Qin Yiming, one day I’ll avenge myself for what happened today!” Looking toward Anlu County, Zuo Liangyu remembered Qin Yiming, who had killed more than a hundred of his soldiers. That man was practically a bringer of doom. Nothing like this had ever happened in all of the Ming Dynasty!

“Haha, Heaven hasn’t forsaken me! Heaven hasn’t forsaken me... Qin Yiming, what a vicious scheme...” Just as he was celebrating his escape and roaring at the sky, Li Dingguo suddenly noticed something strange about the giant arrow: it was smoking...

Aobai couldn’t accept it. What? I lost? I actually lost? I, a mighty warrior of the Great Qing, was defeated by a mere military graduate?

“In My view, Qin Yiming is every bit as bad as Wei Zhongxian was in his day, if not worse!” Chongzhen greatly admired Qin Yiming’s cunning and ruthlessness.

“That Qin Yiming is nothing but a crude thug, a street ruffian. He’s made our lives a misery...” In court, the Donglin faction’s leaders clung to one another and wept bitterly.