This year, European civilization, laden with silver, silk, and gunpowder, passionately collides amid the Black Tide and monsoons.
This year, the Great Ming, having suffered a crushing defeat at Sarhū, successively loses two emperors amid turmoil.
To the world, now is the golden age of great navigation.
To the Great Ming, now is the best time for factional strife.
In this era of great contention, Lin Qian quietly arrives in the Great Ming and becomes a sea bandit.
Spanish Treasure Ship swaggering past?
He says: “Your ship is very nice, but unfortunately, in the next second, it will be mine.”
Japan and Korea closing their doors and locking their countries?
He says: “Open the door, the free trade you ordered has arrived.”
Later Jin invading Ningyuan?
He says: “The three thousand warships ahead, make way—let me fire the cannon first.”
Emperor immersed in woodworking?
He says: “Your Majesty’s wooden chair is made well, but the gold chair in the hall will be mine.”
