Guangzhou, Xinhui County.
In a forest on the outskirts of Xinhui County stood a young man. The young man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He had short hair and wore a blue short-sleeved shirt and ordinary jeans. He was dressed like a modern man.
The young man stood in front of a big tree and looked at the corpses not far away. He muttered,"I transmigrated. I actually transmigrated from modern times to ancient times like those melodramatic transmigrators in novels!”
After recovering from his shock, the young man revealed a desolate smile. The clothes of the corpses in front of him were too easy to distinguish. A soldier wearing the clothes of the Eight Banners of the Jianuhan Army from the TV series, and the disgusting and humiliating money tail behind his head told him that he had f * cking traveled to the Qing Dynasty.
The other corpse was wearing the Ming army's armor and had the standard hairstyle of the Han people. Although he did not know what year it was, these two corpses of soldiers in different clothes told him that he had definitely traveled to the end of the Ming Dynasty.
Late Ming Dynasty! At the end of the last dynasty of the Han people, its demise shattered the last bit of backbone of the Han people. From then on, it became a muddle-headed corpse. It was bullied and tortured by Slave Jian until 300 years later, it finally found a little soul!
He thought of how Slave Jian had slaughtered more than three million men outside the pass, how Slave Jian had slaughtered all kinds of people after he entered the pass, how that son of a b * tch traitor, Sun Zhixi, had written a letter to Slave Jian, Dorgon, asking him to shave his hair and change his clothes, which had caused the Chinese culture that had been passed down for thousands of years to disappear from history. He thought of the three massacres in Yangzhou and Jiading on the tenth day, the eighty-one days in Jiangyin, and Yan Yingyuan, who would rather die than surrender. The young man's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife as he roared,"Damn God…why did you send me to this tragic era? Do you want me to change history and save the last trace of Chinese civilization?”
"But do you know that I'm a programmer, not an engineering dog? I don't know anything other than programming code. You f * cking asked me to come here and wear clothes. How do you expect me to live alone?”
The young man looked down at his fair and tender hands and smiled bitterly.""It's a f * cking fantasy to let a weak programmer watch Slave Jian with a knife. The scariest thing is that this programmer is a half-baked history…!”
The young man sat on the ground and looked at the corpses in front of him. His eyes were filled with despair.
The key was whether to transmigrate or wear it. If his soul transmigrated and transmigrated to those with status, he could still fight for the last dynasty of the Han family.
However, now, not to mention counter-clearing, even eating was a problem.
The most important thing was his attire. It would be fine if he was in the Ming Dynasty's territory, but if he was seen in Slave Jian's territory, he would be captured and beheaded.
"Ah…!"
After letting out a long sigh, the young man muttered,""Forget it. I'll take it one step at a time. At the very least, I have to figure out which time and place I'm at.”
After encouraging himself, the young man stood up and patted the dust off his body. Just as he was about to leave, a voice sounded in his mind.
"Ding dong! The system began binding the system.”
The young man stopped in his tracks and quickly recovered from his daze. Then, he became ecstatic and said happily,"System! There was actually a system! That's great!"
Although he was a programmer, he had been in the tennis world for many years and had read many system texts in novels. Naturally, he understood the function of the system.
The young man, who was originally in despair, was overjoyed when he found out that he had obtained a cheat. It was like sending charcoal in the snow and reviving from a desperate situation. How could he not be excited?
"Ding dong! The system binding was successful, and the emperor chat group was opened.”
"Bind to the group leader, Xiao Ting!
" Xiao Ting: 18 years old, 21st century programmer, current world: Late Ming Dynasty."
It was indeed the end of Ming Dynasty.
Hearing the system's voice, Xiao Ting muttered to himself.
"First Emperor Ying Zheng has joined the chat group.”
"Han Gaozu Liu Bang joined the chat group.”
"Yang Di Yang Guang has joined the chat group.”
"Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin has joined the chat group.”
"Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang has joined the chat group.”
Xiao Ting was speechless.
Hearing the messages from the system, Xiao Ting, who had read countless books, could not understand that his system was a chat group system. However, it was different from the other chat group systems. This was the Emperor's chat group system.
Xiao Ting muttered,"Who cares about the system? As long as it's a cheat and it's useful, it's fine. No matter how bad the cheat is, it's better than nothing, right?"”
At this moment, a dialog box appeared in Xiao Ting's mind.
"Where is this place? Why am I here?" Isn't Zhen dead?"
Looking at the First Emperor's words, Xiao Ting could feel an invisible imperial might enveloping him.
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