The eleventh year of Chongzhen, the year of Wuyin.
The Great Ming stood on the brink of its darkest hour.
A terrible drought gripped the north, and rebellion spread like wildfire. People ate their own children, in scenes of unimaginable horror.
The rebel forces dwindled. Li Zicheng fled into the mountains, while Zhang Xianzhong surrendered and submitted to amnesty.
The Manchus beyond the passes raided again and again. The iron cavalry of the Eight Banners trampled the land, bringing chaos to the Central Plains!
Zuo Liangyu, Sun Chuanting, Hong Chengchou, Zhang Xianzhong, Dorgon...
As the wheels of history rolled onward, I crossed mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
“All I ask is to survive.”
“But the way I survive is by making the whole world bear a new name!”
Urgent update! Well written, keep it up! I like the late Ming rebellion essay