In 1659, Zheng Chenggong's northern campaign to capture Nanjing ended in near failure. His army of over a hundred thousand elite troops was all but wiped out, and the last hope of restoring China seemed to have been swept away by wind and rain...
As one hero after another fell, the Southern Ming regime, which had resisted for over a decade, was on the verge of collapse.
The whole of China was falling. Its lands lay under the invaders' rule, reeking of filth. Money-tail hairstyles prevailed, traditional dress disappeared, and the Han people once again became second-class citizens. It seemed like the inevitable end!
That year, a young man arrived in this era. He looked north and spoke with a voice that shook the heavens.
“Kang Mazi, I'm going to let you find out two hundred years early what it means to face ironclad ships and heavy artillery!”
