Chapter 639: Fighting to Kyushu Island
On Tsushima Island.

Xing Daorong stood on a high ground, the sea breeze whistling, making the military flags behind him flutter.

In the distance, the waves hit the rocks, splashing white waves.

He squinted his eyes and looked towards the direction of the main island of Yamatai, where a hazy outline was vaguely visible, as if shrouded in a layer of mist.

Half a month has passed since he led the navy to station on Tsushima Island.

During this period, he continued to send out scout ships to carefully explore the route to the main island of Yamatai.

Those small boats were like nimble seabirds, shuttling among the waves, sometimes disappearing in the waves and sometimes appearing on the distant horizon.

“General, the latest scout is back.” Zhou Tai walked over quickly and reported in a low voice.

Xing Daorong nodded, turned and walked towards the camp.

The scout was already standing in front of the tent, his face looking somewhat tired, but his eyes sparkling with excitement.

“General, we have figured out the route to the east of Yamatai Island.”

The scout knelt on one knee and presented a nautical chart with both hands.

“The water flow there is relatively gentle, with fewer reefs, which is suitable for large ships to pass through. In addition, we found several small islands along the way that can be used as supply points.”

Xing Daorong took the nautical chart and examined it carefully. The chart was densely marked with routes, reefs, and tidal directions.

There are even several watchtower locations on the main island of Yamatai.

Such details made Xing Daorong very satisfied.

“Okay, good job.”

He raised his head and glanced at the soldiers around him, “Pass the order down, the entire army will rest for a day, and at dawn tomorrow, we will set off for the main island of Yamatai!”

“Yes!” everyone responded in unison, with suppressed excitement in their voices.

…

That night, a bonfire was lit in the camp.

Xing Daorong sat by the fire, holding a cup of hot wine in his hand, but his eyes were still looking at the sea in the distance.

The firelight shone on his face, making him look particularly resolute.

“General, are you confident of winning the battle tomorrow?” Zhou Tai asked in a low voice.

Xing Daorong smiled, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass.

“Confidence? There is never complete confidence on the battlefield, but we have the best scouts, the most elite soldiers, and——”

Xing Daorong paused, and said with a sharp gaze: “The most firm belief.”

“This battle will benefit future generations.”

“Youping, don’t underestimate this island. In the past, there was only a vast ocean. In hundreds or thousands of years, if we can’t get this island, we will be locked up by it.”

“If we can take it down now, our descendants will be grateful to us in the future.”

After saying this, Xing Daorong felt something was not right.

If we had always controlled Japan, perhaps World War II would not have happened. I don’t know what the consequences would have been. Our descendants might not know how great what they did was!
But this thought only flashed through my mind.

This matter will benefit future generations, so it doesn’t matter even if future generations don’t know about it.

Zhou Tai seemed to understand, but he nodded and said nothing more.

In the firelight, the shadows of the two people were stretched very long, as if merging with the waves in the distance.

…

At dawn the next day, the sky was just beginning to turn pale and a thin layer of fog was still covering the sea.

Xing Daorong stood at the bow, with warships lined up neatly behind him.

He raised the sword in his hand, and the blade flashed coldly in the morning light.

“Let’s go!” With his order, the warship slowly sailed away from Tsushima Island and headed towards the main island of Yamatai.

The sea breeze blew on his face, bringing with it a hint of salty smell. Xing Daorong gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, silently saying in his heart: “This battle will surely go down in history.”

It is actually very close from Tsushima Island to Japan.

It’s just that Tsushima Island is close to the Kyushu region, and according to intelligence, the actual control area of ​​Yamatai is not in Kyushu.

The countries that exist in Kyushu region at present include Fumi Province, Ito Province, Eima Province and others.

Well…it’s called a country, but in fact it’s tribes of different sizes.

Speaking of Kyushu, the northern part is the Chikushi Mountains, which are low and flat, with an altitude of about 500 meters, and many basins and plains.

The southern part has high and steep terrain, with the Kyushu Mountains running through it. Its main peak, Mount Grandmother, has an altitude of 1758 meters.

Relatively speaking, it is more suitable to land from the north.

Moreover, there is a flat plain in the northern region, which is extremely rare for Japan where almost 12% of its territory is mountainous.

So Xing Daorong followed the scouts and entered Kyushu Island first.

What we encountered was the country of Ito.

In fact, the ancient Kingdom of Idu is clearly recorded in the Records of the Three Kingdoms.

“Travel southeast by land for some time, and cross the sea for 500 li to the country of Yidu.”

“The official is called Erzhi, and the deputy is called Xiemogu and Bingqugu.”

“There are more than a thousand households.”

“Every king in the world is under the jurisdiction of the Queen’s Kingdom, and the county envoys usually stay there when they come and go.”

It is written very clearly.

Given its population size of “more than a thousand households”, the area should not be too large. In fact, its regional function is more of a political, economic and cultural window, similar to today’s embassy and consulate district.

However, the registered population is only “about 3,000 households”, which shows the size of this country.

When Xing Daorong came with his fleet, the natives of Yitong were all stunned.

…

The natives of Ito were busy with fishing nets and bonfires on the coast. The sea breeze blew gently, bringing a salty and humid smell.

Suddenly, a huge shadow appeared on the distant horizon. At first they thought it was a mirage or an illusion sent by the gods.

However, as the shadow gradually approached, the outline of the huge fleet became clearer and clearer, the flags fluttered in the wind, the sails were like clouds blocking the sun, and the ferocious beast heads carved on the prows seemed to devour everything.

The natives stopped what they were doing, their eyes widened, their mouths slightly open, as if even their breathing had stopped.

They had never seen such a huge ship, let alone so many strangers.

Those ships seemed to have emerged from the belly of a deep-sea monster, pressing towards the coast with irresistible momentum.

The Han soldiers on the boat were wearing armor, holding spears, and had sharp eyes, as if they were heavenly soldiers and generals descended to the earth.

An elderly native pointed his trembling hand toward the sea and made an indistinct whimpering sound from his throat, as if he was praying for the protection of God.

The young warriors held their stone spears tightly, but did not dare to take a step forward, their hearts filled with fear and awe.

The women hugged their children tightly, hid in their thatched huts, and peeked through the cracks at this sudden strange phenomenon.

Xing Daorong stood at the bow of the flagship, looking down at this strange land with a cold gaze.

His fleet was like a sharp sword, pointing straight at the heart of Ito State.

The natives on the shore seemed to be stunned by the sudden might of heaven. They stood there in a daze, with only one thought in their minds: Is this a punishment from God or a disaster sent by heaven?

They never expected that the Han people would go to such great lengths to fight against them.

(End of this chapter)