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In the dim basement, Zheng Qian stared at the words that had just appeared on the screen before him, momentarily at a loss for what to say.
He had not expected that his simulated self would actually be preparing to single-handedly bring about the early destruction of the entire Qing Dynasty.
That was truly a massive undertaking. Never mind anything else—the Eight Banners troops who were fanatically loyal alone numbered more than a hundred thousand, to say nothing of the rest.
[In the seventh month of the thirtieth year, after several months of assassinations, nearly all the high-ranking Manchu officials throughout Huaxia had been slaughtered by you alone.
When you stormed into the imperial palace with nothing but a sword and cut off Emperor Kangxi's head, hanging it above the gates of the imperial city, the Qing Court also began its march toward destruction.]
[A month later, heroes rose across the land, each beginning to vie for control of the realm.
You, meanwhile, traveled throughout the various regions, killing on the spot without mercy all those whose hearts were wicked.]
[In the fifth month of the thirty-fifth year, after nearly five years of struggle, many small and medium-sized forces had either been destroyed or absorbed. The situation rapidly became clearer, leaving only three forces still competing.
Of those, the force you favored most was the one led by a man named Zhang Yan.]
[According to your investigation, Zhang Yan had been born in Henan and came from a peasant background.
Five years ago, the Yellow River had burst its banks and left him an orphan. To survive, he had been forced to join a local rebel army with several companions, hoping merely to scrape together enough food to live.
Because of his bravery in battle and quick mind, he