Traveling back to the Northern Song Dynasty: Picking up a princess as my wife

"Boom! Boom! Boom!..."

Despite the valiant counterattacks of the Jin soldiers on the dock, their struggles and resistance proved futile against the overwhelming firepower and overwhelming force of the Han army. Just an hour later, the main force of the Han army swept across the entire dock like a whirlwind, completely destroying the Jin army's defenses.

Amidst the smoke and flames of war, Wanyan Gan, the regent of the Jin dynasty, could only helplessly watch his soldiers fall one by one. In the end, under the desperate cover of his personal guards, he could only flee in panic towards the vast mountains and forests to the north, leaving behind only the corpses of Jin soldiers and those Jin soldiers who were dazed and confused by the roar of cannons.

In this fierce battle, Li Zhen also distinguished himself with his excellent marksmanship and calm judgment. His professional sniper rifle seemed like the scythe of death; with each pull of the trigger, a Jin cavalryman fell. In a short time, he had killed no fewer than ten enemy soldiers, making a significant contribution to the Han army's victory. However, even such a brave and fearless soldier could not withstand the strain of prolonged, high-intensity combat. His shoulder ached unbearably after continuous firing, but this could not diminish his glory and honor on the battlefield.

After ensuring the safety of the dock, Yue Peng confidently gestured for Li Zhen to step onto the solid land. His gaze was steady, and his tone carried an unquestionable resolve: "Your Majesty, the Jin soldiers have already fled into the mountains and forests. Night is falling now. I believe we should rest at the dock for a while and wait until the first light of dawn tomorrow before planning to completely wipe out the enemy on the island."

Li Zhen gently massaged his shoulders, which ached from prolonged tension, and a warm smile appeared on his lips: "Very good, Commander Yue. Your military strategy is undoubtedly excellent, and I have complete confidence in entrusting it to you. However, I must give you one more instruction: in today's battle, the warriors all fought with all their might and are exhausted both physically and mentally. Tonight, they must be treated to a sumptuous dinner as a reward."

Upon hearing this, Yue Peng burst into laughter: "Hahaha... Thank you for your inquiry, Your Majesty. Please rest assured. On that stretch of beach alone, we have already killed over a hundred Jin warhorses. When night falls, we will surely let our soldiers feast on stewed, tender horse meat, and let them eat to their hearts' content!"

Although the smoke of battle had dissipated at the docks, the aftershocks of the war still churned on the boundless sea. The Han army's flagship, amidst the roar of continuous cannon fire, had already sent two Jin warships into the abyss, and was now riding the waves, relentlessly approaching its prey, the last Jin warship.

A sense of despair hung like a dark cloud over the decks of the Jin warships, and the soldiers' eyes shone with an apocalyptic gloom. At this critical moment, a Jin soldier suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing through the waves, pointing towards the southern horizon, and shouted hoarsely, "Look! Over there, three warships are cutting through the waves!"

Not only them, but even the Han army fleet that was relentlessly pursuing them noticed the three uninvited visitors.

The captain of the first warship frowned, raised his binoculars, and peered through the layers of fog. He knew that no other Han fleets were patrolling this area anymore, but the sudden appearance of these three warships filled him with doubt.

As the three mysterious warships slowly approached, the flags fluttering on their hulls gradually became clearer—the emblem of the Fusang Kingdom, fluttering in the sea breeze. At the same time, the decks of the Fusang warships were already densely packed with naval warriors, standing ready and ready to fight, their swords drawn. They had clearly also noticed the unusual situation, and an unexpected confrontation seemed imminent.

Soon, signal lights flashed on the warships of the Fusang Kingdom, their light piercing through the waves and shining directly onto the deck of the Han Kingdom's No. 1 warship.

A Han soldier hurried into the captain's cabin, his expression a mixture of curiosity and nervousness. He reported to the captain, "Captain, the Wei Kingdom warships have sent an inquiry, asking if we need their assistance?"

Upon hearing this, the captain of the first ship smiled knowingly, a smile that appeared remarkably composed in the dim light. He spoke slowly, his voice laced with a hint of mockery and confidence: "Aid? Hmm, that's a good suggestion. Reply to them like this: if they can lend us a hand and annihilate the Jin soldiers on those Jin warships in one fell swoop, then this Han Kingdom's number one warship will be their spoils of war."

Upon receiving the response from the Han warships, Admiral Wanyan Ming of the Wei Kingdom Navy was overjoyed and laughed loudly: "Hahahaha... This is undoubtedly a generous assistance from our Han brothers! Shinju, now is the perfect opportunity for you to demonstrate your loyalty. Lead your valiant naval forces and capture that warship ahead. If we win this battle, I, Wanyan Ming, will do my utmost to recommend you for the position of Vice Admiral of our Wei Kingdom Navy!"

Dressed in simple soldier's uniform, Shinsuke Anshita bowed deeply to Wanyan Ming, the ninety-degree angle filled with sincerity and respect.

"Wanyan Mingjun's trust is like a beacon illuminating our path forward. I am deeply honored by this and vow to do my utmost to live up to his trust."

Having said that, he slowly drew his gleaming katana from his waist, raised it high above his head, and surveyed the soldiers before him—former members of the Japanese Navy, now comrades-in-arms—with piercing eyes. His voice was powerful and resonant, stirring the hearts of every soldier: "Fellow comrades, from this moment on, we are all warriors of the nation, valiant and loyal. To demonstrate our loyalty and bravery, let us join hands and cut down that enemy ship ahead! Think of our loved ones waiting for us at home; their peace and happiness rest on the blades in our hands. For them, for the defense of our nation, let us fight with all our might and carve a bloody path through them!"

The night was as dark as ink. Three majestic warships of the Wei Kingdom, like deep-sea overlords catching the scent of their prey, swiftly launched a fatal attack on the lone, crumbling Jin vessel. Their momentum was unstoppable, like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves. The captain of the first warship smiled faintly and whispered to his adjutant, "Notify the helmsman to adjust course immediately. This stage is no longer for us to perform."

On the summit of Sakhalin Island, night fell, and the biting wind cut like a knife, slicing through every inch of exposed skin. Wanyan Gan stood alone atop the mountain, his eyes, like cold stars, fixed intently on the sparse, flickering light of the campfires along the harbor below. He knew that this faint light might be the last warmth in the twilight of his life. The narrowness and openness of Sakhalin Island allowed him to foresee his inevitable end without much thought. On this isolated island, every echo of the waves crashing against the shore seemed to be a lament for his demise.