Great Qin: The Return from Fusang

In 210 BC, the Langya port presented a rare and magnificent sight. Hundreds of seagoing vessels were moored in neat rows, their flags fluttering from the masts and nearly blotting out the sky. Langya was a coastal town, and ships regularly came and went from its port, so the locals were used to seeing them. But a spectacle like this, with hundreds of imposing ships appearing all at once, was truly uncommon. On the deck of one of the many ships, Zhao Ye stood silently, gazing intently at the homeland he had long yearned for, now within reach. He fell into deep thought and murmured, “I wonder if those old bastards are still alive...” He let out a soft sigh, then turned his gaze toward the port. Countless locals were craning their necks to get a look at the great ships, their eyes filled with curiosity and amazement.