When a nation's luck is at its most exhausted, there are always people who stand up. They know that they will die without complaint or regret, and use their own blood to make a final roar to the enemy. The evening of the Ming Dynasty also does not lack bloody men, there are generals who surrendered Yan Dianshi, who has no history of surrender; Xia Wanchun, who organized a volunteer army to fight against the Qing Dynasty at the age of seventeen, and was captured at the age of eighteen; Xia Wanchun, who was unyielding and unyielding; hesitant to do things, and finally hesitant to die with the city... A butterfly flaps When Wang Fu discovered that he had become the short-lived emperor Hongguang, his first thought was not to pry history and change the fate of the nation that would sink into darkness for hundreds of years, but to run away wholeheartedly and put himself in the dark. In a safe place. But when he was really about to face the bloody facts of the Ten Days in Yangzhou and the Three Massacres in Jiading, Wang Fu realized that he had suddenly made a fool, and no longer thought about how to escape. He wanted to do his best for the last dynasty. One's own effort, even if it is for this, even if it is smashed to pieces. In order to resist the barbaric invasion of the Manchu Qing, countless blood men gathered under the banner of Ming Dynasty, defending the land that nourished them with their own lives, even if they shed all their blood. The blood of the blood is the blood of the light.