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

Zhang Chao methodically organized his troops, rows of soldiers in gleaming golden armor, their steps steady. He then led this fierce and powerful army slowly toward the majestic city walls of Tangyin.

These Jin soldiers were all men who had seen blood; their eyes and their ever-present, ready-to-attack movements sent chills down one's spine.

He raised his head and looked up at the city wall, then, with a hint of mockery, addressed Li Zhen and his garrison, who were standing guard on the wall, and shouted in a deep and authoritative voice:

"Listen up, you on the city walls! We are the vanguard of the Great Jin cavalry, sent here on orders not to harass you, but to carry out our general's important military duties. If you know what's good for you, open the city gates now to show your wisdom. If you remain obstinate, when our Great Jin army marches in again, our general won't be so easy to talk to."

After speaking, Zhang Chao began to arrange the attacking personnel. These men worked together seamlessly, and the Jin soldiers had already found advantageous positions for the attack.

Li Zhen had already made up his mind. He knew there was nothing to talk about with the Jin army, so he decided to take the initiative rather than wait to be killed.

He shouted to Qian Dazhuang, "Bring on two more shells!"

"Boom! Boom!"

The team that Zhang Chao had painstakingly prepared was thrown into chaos again by the huge explosion.

"Stay calm! All of you, stay calm, damn it!"

Zhang Chao's voice pierced through the clamor, exploding in the hearts of every Jin soldier like a thunderclap.

He knew that the chaos at this moment was deadly, and only by quickly restoring order could he find a glimmer of hope in this life-or-death situation.

Looking at the chaotic Jin soldiers below, Li Zhen stared at Wang Changdao and said, "Do you dare to lead your men down and charge into battle?"

Wang Changdao immediately replied excitedly, "We've been waiting for your orders, Chief! My men have been waiting for your command for ages."

Before long, Wang Changdao appeared, clad in a gleaming steel helmet, like a war god descended to earth, his eyes flashing with determination and fortitude. He gripped a semi-automatic rifle tightly, the bayonet gleaming coldly, its bloodthirsty light shimmering in the sunlight, as if it could pierce through all obstacles in the world.

With a deep and powerful whistle, the thousand-strong elite steel spear squad behind him surged forward like a steel torrent, charging towards the city outwards with overwhelming momentum.

These valiant warriors were all clad in heavy armor and wielded specially made spiral steel spears, their bodies black and their tips sharp, gleaming in the sunlight.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, each step carrying an aura that shook the mountains and rivers, as if even the earth itself trembled at their bravery.

Led by Wang Changdao, this fearless army charged out of the city gates like an arrow released from a bow, heading straight for the Jin soldiers who were preparing to attack the city.

At first, the Jin soldiers were taken aback, but they quickly adjusted their mindset, and the centurions began to organize the Jin soldiers to launch a counterattack.

In the blink of an eye, the warriors from both sides surged together like a tidal wave, and the battlefield was transformed.

The steadfast defenses of the Tangyin garrison appeared even more solid in the afterglow of the setting sun. The wooden spears in the hands of the Jin soldiers seemed like child's playthings to the Tangyin garrison. Even if they thrust accurately, the sturdy steel armor was like an impenetrable wall, easily deflecting every attack. This left the Jin soldiers somewhat bewildered, wondering why their swords and spears were no longer effective.

In contrast, the warriors under Wang Changdao's command wielded steel spears that gleamed with a cold, sharp light after being tempered by the flames of war, each strike containing the power to tear through wind and thunder. The leather armor of the Jin soldiers was utterly vulnerable beneath these incredibly sharp spear tips, as easily pierced as thin paper.

In just one battle, the Jin soldiers fell like autumn leaves, their corpses quickly covering the blood-stained battlefield.

Wang Changdao's troops, with unstoppable momentum, demonstrated to the world what true iron will and bravery were, while the Jin soldiers, in their despair, gradually came to understand what the abyss of despair was. They seemed to have forgotten that not long ago, the Song soldiers in Bianjing had also been in such a sorry state.

Seeing the situation rapidly deteriorate, Jin general Zhang Chao's eyes flashed with determination. He quickly dispatched his guards, intending to launch a swift and decisive attack on Wang Changdao. The strategy was to capture the leader first; once the leader of the opposing army was captured or killed, his soldiers would naturally collapse.

Wang Changdao remained motionless, his knee lightly touching the ground as if paying silent respect to the approaching storm. The sights of his semi-automatic rifle were firmly locked onto Zhang Chao's vitals, and a suffocating tension filled the air.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two crisp gunshots pierced the sky, like the whispers of death, instantly echoing across the battlefield.

The bullet, with unstoppable force, pierced Zhang Chao's chest with unerring accuracy, blooming into two shocking flowers of blood, both dazzling and deadly.

Zhang Chao's body jolted violently, and then, like a leaf swept up by a gale, he fell heavily from his horse. Amidst the flying dust, the glory of this hero seemed to come to an abrupt end at that moment.

Upon seeing this, the guards nearby shouted, "Quickly, rescue General Zhang!"

Zhang Chao's face, now devoid of its usual color, appeared deathly pale, as if coated with a thin layer of gold. In the afterglow of the setting sun, he was carefully helped onto his warhorse by his loyal guards. The horse seemed to sense its master's exhaustion and unyielding spirit, steadily carrying him as it slowly retreated towards the rear army.

On the battlefield, the remains of Jin soldiers lay scattered like withered leaves swept away by the autumn wind, covering this land that had once been engulfed in flames of war. The air was thick with the stench of blood and the silence of the aftermath of battle. The sounds of clashing swords and galloping horses faded into the distance, replaced by a deathly stillness, with only the occasional faint shouts from afar, seemingly recounting unfinished war songs.

Countless Jin soldiers, like receding waves, fled desperately in despair and fear. Their shadows stretched long in the setting sun, appearing both disheveled and helpless; their former arrogance and dominance had been utterly shattered in that moment.

After the Jin soldiers retreated, Wang Changdao led his soldiers to quickly clear the battlefield and then returned to Tangyin City. Li Zhen personally went down from the city to welcome the heroes of the battlefield back.

Because of the victory, they were going to have meat for dinner. So Li Zhen took out several slaughtered pigs from his mysterious space, which were then chopped into pieces of braised pork.

Just as the soldiers were celebrating, the scoundrel quietly approached Li Zhen and whispered to him, "My lord, have you made up your mind this time? Are you going to repel these Jin soldiers or annihilate them?"

Li Zhen glanced at Bu Liang and thought to himself, "How can this guy be so ruthless? The combined army of Tangyin City and Li Family Village doesn't even number 10,000, while the Jin army has a full 30,000. And he still wants to annihilate them?"

"Sir, do you have a good plan?"

Mr. Bad glanced at the soldiers celebrating their victory in the city and said to Li Zhen in a deep voice.

"It all depends on whether our lord is afraid of offending the Jurchens. If our lord wants to continue serving under the Jurchens, then we only need to drive back these Jurchen soldiers. But if our lord wants to become a force of his own, then we need to find a way to wipe out these Jurchen soldiers, or at least cripple them."

Upon hearing this, Li Zhen became interested. He said to the villain with a lingering thought, "Killing is not the goal; destroying the mind is the best strategy."