The Tide Casts the Country's Surname

In the seventeenth year of Chongzhen's reign, Zheng Hao, a history student, woke up in the Nanjing Imperial College and found that his soul was fiercely merging with the twenty-year-old Zheng Sen. In front of us is the Ming Dynasty that is about to overthrow: Li Zicheng's troops are approaching Beijing, the Qing army's cavalry is watching outside the pass, and the Hongguang court is still intoxicated and dreaming. Carrying four hundred years of knowledge, he first showed his talents by improving naval training methods with the help of Dong Yougu's marriage contract and Liu Rushi's intelligence. When his father Zheng Zhilong wanted to surrender to the Qing Dynasty to protect himself, he burned the surrender form, led eight hundred warriors to tear apart the earth and gold building, and took over the "national surname"-Zhu Chenggong given by Emperor Longwu. In the blood and fire of the mainland battlefield, he forged the Iron Man Army, first installed a flintlock gun, and used alcohol extracted from sugar cane to drive a flamethrower, but he was still defeated by a typhoon and betrayal under the gates of Nanjing. Looking at the remnants of the retreating ships in the Yangtze River, he finally realized: the decadent dynasty cannot resist the torrent of the times, and China's hope lies not in the intrigues on land, but in the deep blue waves. During the Eastern Expedition to Taiwan, the sail shadow of the miraculous landing at Luermen pierced the Dutch bastion. Amid the artillery fire at the city of Jelanja, Ming Zheng's future was delivered by Dong Yougu in the field hospital. The betrayal of the Dutch doctor Anna exposed the colonists' poisonous plan. When the sun and moon flag was raised in the city of Plominjia, he stood on a red-painted building surrounded by sugar cane fields, holding a map of Taiwan illuminated by sulfur batteries in his hand - where new schools, cross-sea caravans and prototypes of steam engines would be born, becoming a beacon of civilization to resist the cavalry of Jianzhou. Four hundred years of soul-burning fire will eventually cast the Pacific Ocean into China's moat.