With a pair of hands at the beginning, the lifeblood depends entirely on your own inspection.
After confirming that it had a handle, I discovered that this body only had one year left to live.
What to do?
First, don't go to Taiwan to die.
Second, burn the Qing navy into a barbecue stall.
Third, the Dutch female spy wants to seduce me? She instigated a rebellion and changed her name to Zheng Minghua. Now she helps me write fake letters to deceive her former employer.
General Shi Lang of the Qing Dynasty, if your wife gives birth to a son, I will give him a name. Please don't rebel in the future, okay?
Is the Nanjing defender a reckless man? Then attack Nanjing.
Knees are giving out? You have to go up with a wooden stick.
I am Zheng Chenggong, and I am also Lin Mu. I came here four hundred years ago not to be an emperor, but to let this broken era know that a cripple who is not afraid of pain is more terrifying than ten thousand red cannons.
This is a cool article about "opening the crotch to confirm the lifeblood, opening the golden finger to save the Ming Dynasty".
It uses modern knowledge to transform 17th-century China, and uses black humor to deconstruct the heavy history, but ultimately settles on the national integrity and heroic tragedy - "I can't change the ending, but I can rewrite the tears of every little person in the history book."
