From the start, one kitchen knife is all it takes to carve through the Imjin War.
In the twentieth year of the Wanli era, 150,000 Japanese invaders overran Korea's three capitals, and the king fled to the banks of the Yalu River to beg the Ming for troops.
Chen Lie transmigrates into the Liaodong Ming army as a cook, the one who tends the fire and prepares meals. He doesn't even have a military saber, just a chipped kitchen knife.
Kill Japanese invaders, gain soldiers. But these soldiers aren't registered, draw no pay, and take up no rations. They can fight and stand guard, but they don't speak and don't eat. With every step up, he first has to figure out how to hide these "nonexistent men" in the ranks.
From behind a woodpile in Liaodong to the foot of Pyongyang's inner walls; from the walls of Jinju to the beaches of Tsushima. He wages war as he keeps accounts: how many he has slain, how many he has lost, and how many names he owes.
In the end, this kitchen knife cuts its way out to sea.
Take a good look, take a good look, take a good look, look very good
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