Prologue
1644, Forbidden City, Beijing, China
Emperor Chongzhen sat on the dragon throne of China in the Royal Court. The Court was empty. There would be no Court session today. In fact there had been no session for the past couple of months, not since the rebellion started.
Lee Zhicheng, a simple peasant had raised the banner of rebellion against the Emperor a few months earlier. At first, the Emperor had just scoffed at the audacity of this nobody daring to rebel against the Mandate of Heaven. The Ming Empire had survived far worse than this and the Emperor expected his army to put down the rebellion very quickly.
Time passed. The Imperial Army failed to put down the rebellion. The rebel army had grown even larger and the Imperial Army had suffered major defeats and was unable to prevent the rebels from marching northwards towards Beijing, the capital of the Empire. In desperation, the Emperor had ordered General Wu Sangui, Commander of the Ming Northern Armies that totaled 100,000 strong to return south to defend the Capital. However at that time, the Manchus launched a new offensive on the Empire’s northern borders. Wu Sangui sent a courier back to the Capital, saying his troops were stretched out across the whole of Northern China and was unable to dispatch soldiers for fear of the Manchus breaking through.
Hearing the news, the Court officials had despaired and many had fled the Capital before the rebels could besiege Beijing. The Emperor himself had refused to leave, saying he rather die than flee the Capital as a coward. For a month, the rebels had sieged the Capital and had launched a couple of assaults to try and capture it but each time had been repulsed by the defenders. But all knew it was only a matter of time before the Capital fell, and unless a miracle happened, the Ming Dynasty would come to an end.
Outside the Court, ringing sound of steel crashing on steel could be heard. It was 2 days ago that the rebels had finally broken through the city gates. Since then, the surviving defenders had fought the rebels street to street, house to house as they tried to prevent the rebels from reaching the Forbidden City, home of the Ming Emperors.
5 Imperial Guards ran into the Throne Room. All bowed to the Emperor and one spoke,” Your Majesty, the rebels are in the Forbidden City. All hope is lost. I beseech you, my Emperor, please leave now before there is no chance at all.”
The Emperor looked at the Imperial Guards. Only 5 left. 5 out of a once proud Imperial Guards that stood at a strength of 10,000. How could this have come to pass? How could the Ming Empire have fallen to such a state? How can he face his ancestors, Zhu Yuanchang, Yongle and all the other great emperors that had built the Empire?
As Chongzhen prepared to speak, Lee Zhicheng and his rebels barged into the Throne Room. “Too late, Emperor. Your Dynasty has come to an end. Men! Kill them all!!”
The rebels moved forward even as the Imperial Guards sprang to the defense of their Emperor. The Guards were formidable warriors and took down many rebels but alas, they were only 5 and the rebels countless and finally the last of the Imperial Guards lie dead on the floor.
Lee Zhicheng looked at the dead lying on the ground, than at the Emperor and said,” Your turn to die.” And with that thrust his spear into the heart of the Emperor. Even as the life seeped out of Chongzhen's body, with his dying breath,” I die today but know this, my spirit will forever roam the earth, working to restore the empire to it’s former height and splendor.”
With that, the Emperor Chongzhen, last of the Ming emperors died, and with him the end of the Ming Dynasty. Or has it not……..
To be continued....
[OOC] This is my first AAR based on the first game that I am still playing at the moment. This is the first of a few prologues that I will be posting before I get into the game proper. Hope you people enjoy reading. Any comments will be welcomed. Cheers
1644, Forbidden City, Beijing, China
Emperor Chongzhen sat on the dragon throne of China in the Royal Court. The Court was empty. There would be no Court session today. In fact there had been no session for the past couple of months, not since the rebellion started.
Lee Zhicheng, a simple peasant had raised the banner of rebellion against the Emperor a few months earlier. At first, the Emperor had just scoffed at the audacity of this nobody daring to rebel against the Mandate of Heaven. The Ming Empire had survived far worse than this and the Emperor expected his army to put down the rebellion very quickly.
Time passed. The Imperial Army failed to put down the rebellion. The rebel army had grown even larger and the Imperial Army had suffered major defeats and was unable to prevent the rebels from marching northwards towards Beijing, the capital of the Empire. In desperation, the Emperor had ordered General Wu Sangui, Commander of the Ming Northern Armies that totaled 100,000 strong to return south to defend the Capital. However at that time, the Manchus launched a new offensive on the Empire’s northern borders. Wu Sangui sent a courier back to the Capital, saying his troops were stretched out across the whole of Northern China and was unable to dispatch soldiers for fear of the Manchus breaking through.
Hearing the news, the Court officials had despaired and many had fled the Capital before the rebels could besiege Beijing. The Emperor himself had refused to leave, saying he rather die than flee the Capital as a coward. For a month, the rebels had sieged the Capital and had launched a couple of assaults to try and capture it but each time had been repulsed by the defenders. But all knew it was only a matter of time before the Capital fell, and unless a miracle happened, the Ming Dynasty would come to an end.
Outside the Court, ringing sound of steel crashing on steel could be heard. It was 2 days ago that the rebels had finally broken through the city gates. Since then, the surviving defenders had fought the rebels street to street, house to house as they tried to prevent the rebels from reaching the Forbidden City, home of the Ming Emperors.
5 Imperial Guards ran into the Throne Room. All bowed to the Emperor and one spoke,” Your Majesty, the rebels are in the Forbidden City. All hope is lost. I beseech you, my Emperor, please leave now before there is no chance at all.”
The Emperor looked at the Imperial Guards. Only 5 left. 5 out of a once proud Imperial Guards that stood at a strength of 10,000. How could this have come to pass? How could the Ming Empire have fallen to such a state? How can he face his ancestors, Zhu Yuanchang, Yongle and all the other great emperors that had built the Empire?
As Chongzhen prepared to speak, Lee Zhicheng and his rebels barged into the Throne Room. “Too late, Emperor. Your Dynasty has come to an end. Men! Kill them all!!”
The rebels moved forward even as the Imperial Guards sprang to the defense of their Emperor. The Guards were formidable warriors and took down many rebels but alas, they were only 5 and the rebels countless and finally the last of the Imperial Guards lie dead on the floor.
Lee Zhicheng looked at the dead lying on the ground, than at the Emperor and said,” Your turn to die.” And with that thrust his spear into the heart of the Emperor. Even as the life seeped out of Chongzhen's body, with his dying breath,” I die today but know this, my spirit will forever roam the earth, working to restore the empire to it’s former height and splendor.”
With that, the Emperor Chongzhen, last of the Ming emperors died, and with him the end of the Ming Dynasty. Or has it not……..
To be continued....
[OOC] This is my first AAR based on the first game that I am still playing at the moment. This is the first of a few prologues that I will be posting before I get into the game proper. Hope you people enjoy reading. Any comments will be welcomed. Cheers