1420 A.D., Africa, Somalia, off the coast of Mogadishu

This was the farthest place that the Ming Dynasty fleet intended to reach, and the Yongle Emperor only allowed it to go here, and now, more than 200 ships and more than 20,000 people, quietly waiting for the order to return.

Zheng He stood silently at the bow of the "Qinghe", and in front of him, the Indian Ocean was shrouded in tropical torrential rain. There was rain and fog all around, and only when lightning broke through this haze, the fleet appeared in the cyan electric light, "Qingyuan", "Huikang", "Changning", "Anji", ...... It's like a huge reef that doesn't move around the flagship. After three days of feasting on the boat, many African chiefs have come ashore, and the agitated African drums are faintly heard from the rain, and the figures of black men dancing wildly in the palm groves on the shore are like ghosts that disappear in the rainstorm.

"It's time to go home, sir." Adjutant General Wang Jinghong said in a low voice. Behind Zheng He, stood the Voyage Command

The whole of them, including seven eunuchs of the fourth rank and numerous generals and civil officials.

"No, keep going." Zheng He said.

In the feelings of the rest of the High Command, the air and raindrops were frozen at this moment, "Onward?!" Where?!"

"Go ahead and see what's ahead."

"What's the use of that? We have confirmed that Emperor Jianwen is not overseas, and he must have died; We also give to the Holy One

I've got enough treasures, it's time to sail back. "

"No, if the sky is round, the sea should have an edge, and the fleet of the Ming should sail there." Zheng He

's eyes looked longingly into the depths of the rain and mist, looking at the connection between the sea and the sky in his imagination.

"It's against the Holy Command, my lord!"

"I have made up my mind, those who do not follow can go back by themselves, but they can only take ten ships with them at most."

Zheng He heard the sound of a sword unsheathed behind him, it was the sword of Wang Jinghong's guard; And then there were more outs

The sheath, it was the sword of Zheng He's guard, and then everything was silent, and Zheng He didn't look back.

As suddenly as it came, the rain stopped. The pillars of light of the sun break through the clouds, and the golden light where the sky and water meet,

Shows an irresistible mystical temptation.

"Set sail!" Zheng He ordered loudly.

On June 10, 1420, the Ming fleet crashed through the rolling waves of the Indian Ocean and sailed towards the Cape of Good Hope.