My Sims of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

The morning mist gradually dissipated, and the sky brightened completely.

The Qin army's fleet was displayed without reservation to all the garrison troops on Yuzhou Island. Xiao Heng did not leave his post on the mountain, but squinted and stared intently at the ever-expanding fleet.

As consciousness sank into his mind, that magical ancient book appeared before him.

Current time: April 12, 379 AD

[Current available simulation attempts: 23]

[History Points: 87]

[Features: Simulation, Deep Simulation, Character Insight, Exploration]

Seeing that there were fewer than 100 historical points, Xiao Heng did not use deep simulation as usual, but instead used ordinary historical simulation.

[Start Historical Simulation]

[Simulation attempts consumed: 1]

[Current number of attempts remaining: 22]

The words unfolded like flowing water.

In less than half an hour, the Qin army began its attack.

A dozen small boats began searching for landing sites other than ports.

Under tight defense, the troops deployed by Chen Da at the shallows repelled the enemy forces attempting to land there.

Half an hour later, the enemy discovered the sandbar to the west...

......

[Simulation Ended]

[Historical Participation Rate: 100%]

[Historical Points Gained: 15]

[Evaluation: A successful island defense battle! You are a history maker! Keep up the good work!]

[Warning: Those who create history will ultimately lose the privilege of previewing it, and will be left to bear the fate of everyone, navigating through the fog!]

The words slowly faded from the pages, and Xiao Heng's gaze refocused on the increasingly clear outline of the enemy ship at sea.

As for the glaring warning, Xiao Heng was not greatly disturbed.

Since being appointed as the prefect, his participation in history has increased to 70%, and he has vaguely touched a certain boundary. After arriving in Qu County, his participation has been maximized.

The creators of history also pay a price, he knew. When that day truly came, when he could stir up the winds of change and completely reverse this period of history, he estimated that this ability to simulate ordinary events might disappear. As for what level he would need to reach? He didn't know, nor did he need to know now, but he felt that at the very least, he would have to be self-reliant.

Right now, all he needs to know is that the simulation resulted in a successful island defense battle.

Only by winning the battle at hand can one be qualified to sit at the table in glory.

"Pass on the order!"

Xiao Heng turned around, intending to pass on the simulated attack points to Deng Jing, but then swallowed back the subsequent instructions. In the end, he simply took off the wooden waist tag that still represented the Northern Army Commander and handed it to the guard beside him.

"Tell General Chen that he has full authority to decide on this battle!"

"..."

Down the mountain, a water village.

Deng Jingzheng quickly issued orders to several messengers. His personal guards stepped forward, knelt on one knee, and held up the ebony waist token with both hands, repeating Xiao Heng's words verbatim.

The surrounding sounds seemed to fall silent instantly. Deng Jing's gaze was fixed on the waist tag, and his outstretched hand paused in mid-air for a very brief moment.

He hadn't expected Xiao Heng to be serious. This wasn't just a waist token; it meant that the lives of everyone on the island were completely entrusted to him.

Han Yong's personal guards, who were waiting for orders, were puzzled but remained silent.

Deng Jing clenched his five fingers together, tightly gripping the waist token in his palm.

There was no gazing at the mountaintop, nor any grand pronouncements.

He simply hung his waist badge in the most conspicuous position on his armor, and then scanned the messengers waiting around him.

Gentlemen.

"Everyone should return to their proper place."

"Victory is assured in this battle!"

......

At sea, dozens of ships of varying sizes, with four towering warships that were significantly taller than the surrounding ships at their core, formed a heavily fortified mobile fortress. On the sides of the ships, one could vaguely see the shadowy figures of people.

When the fleet was still several miles away from the island, it began to change course, and the huge ships slowly drew an arc and began to cruise along the outer side of Yuzhou Island.

Every pair of eyes on the island followed the fleet's movements.

On the dock, Han Yong spat, "These bastards are still such cowards!"

In the woods behind the sand dune, Liu Dan, seeing that the fleet had left his sight, immediately picked up his bow and lay down to rest, then waved for his men to rest as well.

From the shallows to the north, Chen Da and the other recruits, who were lying among the rocks, could see the slowly approaching fleet more clearly. The oppressive feeling made the recruits feel somewhat uneasy, and some of them even started to tremble.

This scene did not last long; the fleet eventually circled back to the direction of the port and anchored and furled its sails in the deep water less than 500 paces away.

The massive ship gently rose and fell with the waves, silently crouching there, more unsettling than if it were charging straight at you.

However, this psychological warfare tactic commonly used by the Xianbei people had little effect on Han Yong and his subordinates.

Apart from the veterans, the rest of the people on the dock were all strong men personally selected by Deng Jing. They were all wearing lamellar armor, carrying leather-covered wooden shields, with ring-pommel swords hanging at their waists in the most convenient position, and two or three short javelins made from old spearheads stuck diagonally behind the shields.

In the deadly silence of the standoff, Han Yong suddenly moved.

He slammed his shield down at his feet, casually stuck his ring-pommel sword into a nearby pile of wood, and swaggered to the very front of the dock amidst a sea of ​​astonished stares.

He then twisted his neck, stretched, and loosened his muscles. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he calmly parted his skirt armor, and a murky line of water, drawing an arc, trickled into the murky seawater below.

The guy even swayed his thick waist with amusement, making careless snorting noises, as if the massive fleet of masts wasn't an enemy, but rather an eyesore of an earthen wall in his own backyard.

"I'm bursting to breathe! Look, what are you looking at? Grandpa's treating you to hot drinks!"

There was a moment of deathly silence on the dock, then bursts of laughter and whistles rang out. The veteran soldiers were laughing so hard they were almost falling over, and even the previously nervous recruits were blushing.

Meanwhile, the Qin fleet in the distance seemed to be enraged by this humiliation, and arrows flew toward the dock one after another.

Han Yong picked up his skirt and armor, pulled up his trousers, and then slowly turned around, completely ignoring the arrows that had fallen into the sea.

Immediately afterward, the arrows stopped, and a few moments later, more than a dozen long, narrow boats rushed out from the Qin army fleet.

Besides the sailors rowing hard, the bow and sides of the boat were filled with Xianbei archers.

They did not head straight for the harbor, but stopped on the sea a hundred paces away. A sea breeze blew, and a chilling sound of bowstrings filled the air.

"Raise your shield—!"

In an instant, a dense shield wall was erected at the front of the dock. Arrows struck the wooden shields with a series of thuds, but despite their force, they failed to budge the iron wall in the slightest. Occasionally, an arrow would slip through the gaps, but it would be deflected by the armor.

After several rounds of arrows, none of the dock defenders were injured or killed.

Seeing that no one on the shore was retaliating, only using shields to parry, several bolder small boats began to slowly advance, eighty paces, seventy paces... The archers on the boats became increasingly arrogant in their nocking postures, trying to find a weakness in the shield wall.

"Now!"

Han Yong shouted.

A dozen veterans who had been lying in wait behind shields suddenly sprang up, their muscles taut like bowstrings, their targets the ship and the sailors at the helm.

Immediately, the specially made short spears in their hands transformed into more than a dozen black lines, instantly traversing the short distance across the sea!

"Pfft!" "Snap!"

The sound of wood breaking as the ship's hull was struck could be heard.

With the veteran's astonishing arm strength, the cast iron tips of the short spears displayed terrifying penetrating power. Some pierced deep into the hull, while others went straight through the bottom, causing seawater to rush into the boat. One spear even grazed a shooter's shoulder with precision, pinning the man rowing behind him to the deck!

The screams panicked the people on the ships. They had already been pushed out to be sent to their deaths, and now, faced with this sudden attack, some of them jumped ship.

"continue!"

Han Yong gave them no chance to breathe. Two more waves of short spears flew out, and those reckless boats became floating coffins.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The surviving Xianbei people panicked and desperately tried to turn back.

"Trying to leave?"

Han Yong grinned maliciously and waved his hand.

On the side of the dock, archers emerged from the seemingly messy haystacks, their cold crossbows aimed at the figures struggling and thrashing on the sea.

"put!"

This distance is almost like target practice for a well-trained crossbowman.

With each precise burst of fire, one less figure struggled on the sea surface with each arrow that fell.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the sea returned to calm.

The Qin soldiers who had miraculously survived were terrified and desperately swam towards the distant fleet.

Han Yong spat, snapped the arrow shaft off his shield, and roared at the dozens of new recruits behind him.

"Did you all see that? Even these Xianbei dogs are afraid of death!"

"..."