Start with a bone knife, and the natives chase you right in front of you!
Luo Zhenbang was dumbfounded. When he opened his eyes, he became the grandson of Luo Fangbo, the founder of the Lanfang Republic in the 19th century? Before he could be happy, the bone spear of the indigenous headhunter had already pierced the tip of his nose!
Fortunately, the modern knowledge is still in my head!
No gunpowder? Bamboo tube saltpeter with charcoal! No guns? Hand-made flintlock gun for three days! A red-haired Dutch ghost who looks down on Chinese people? Blow up their East India Company gunboat with one shot! An internal moth wreaking havoc? Uproot with thunderous means!
Holding the golden finger of knowledge, he wants to fight in the South Sea of blood and fire:
Save one hundred thousand compatriots from the iron heel of colonialism!
Open factories, develop education, build giant ships, and create a new iron-blooded Lanfang!
Let the greedy earth kings and arrogant colonists become stepping stones under his feet!
The 19th century was a turbulent one, and China's fall was imminent. In the blood-stained land of Nanyang, a journey through the giants is growing wildly! Survive? Dominate? No, he wants to ignite the fire belonging to Yanhuang and illuminate the entire Nanyang!
[Refreshing farming literature + bloody colonial war + technological crushing + Nanyang hegemony] Slaps in the face will never be absent!
