After burning for an hour, the Ottoman Fleet finally sank to the bottom of the sea, yet the Russian Empire had not ceased its bombardment of Sinop Port.

Under the fierce firepower of the Russian Empire, anyone who dared to approach the battery to retaliate against the ships was blown to bits. The morale of the Ottoman Empire visibly plummeted with each successive bombardment.

Two hours after the war began, the area around the battery was already piled with broken limbs. The mixture of brain matter, blood, and excrement from intestines emitted a foul stench, along with the gunpowder smoke lingering in the air.

At that moment, Sinop Port's battery was like a purgatory on earth, not a single Ottoman Empire soldier dared to advance toward it.

Fear was plainly written on every soldier's face, forcing them to run towards the residential area.

The garrison commander responsible for defending Sinop Port could only watch helplessly as his soldiers ran like headless flies, unable to command any troops.

Even those in his disciplinary unit now ran alongside the majority in the chaos.

Fortunately, the bombardment ceased a quarter of an hour later. Under the gaze of the remaining Ottoman Empire sailors, speedboats were lowered from the ships to the sea.

Each speedboat carried five sailors with rifles and one boat operator.

Over 200 small speedboats approached Sinop Port's dock. The sailors around the dock understood the intentions of these Russian Imperial Navy forces, yet none dared to fire.

The relentless artillery shelling of the previous two hours and fifteen minutes had shattered the Ottoman Empire's courage; they were like lambs awaiting slaughter by the Russian Empire's judgment.

When the first batch of speedboats arrived at Sinop Port's dock, a Russian officer appeared in front of the retreating Ottoman soldiers. He fluently asked in Turkic, "I am Andrei Bolkonsky, a major of the Russian Empire! Who among you is the commander here?"

The present Ottoman soldiers looked at each other in confusion; no one responded to Andrei Bolkonsky.

Seeing no response, Andrei Bolkonsky had to ask again, this time without the courteous tone of before, as he directly threatened: "I ask again, who among you is the commander here! You can choose not to answer my question, but when we find him, you will face the consequences yourself!"

Andrei Bolkonsky's threat evidently worked; frightened of retaliation from the Russian Empire, the Ottoman soldiers quietly told Andrei Bolkonsky that the garrison commander stationed at Sinop Port had just fled into the residential area.

"Fled?" Andrei Bolkonsky sneered slightly, believing these people couldn't hide for long.

The warships at Sinop Port had already been completely destroyed by them, and the morale at the harbor had plummeted to the depths, while all the Ottoman Empire's military forces were concentrated in the Danube River and Caucasus Regions.

Now they had every capability to continue the standoff with these people.

With this thought, Andrei Bolkonsky immediately gave orders to the surrounding soldiers: "Take them away, keep a strict watch over them!"

Five Russian Empire soldiers carried rifles to guard over twenty Ottoman soldiers, and these twenty Ottoman soldiers didn't resist at all throughout the process.

People in a state of extreme fear lose all courage to resist.

Especially when the invaders don't start with wanton slaughter.

Watching the Ottoman soldiers leave, Andrei Bolkonsky called a flag signal soldier, "Tell Governor Menshikov, the target has already fled!"

The flag signal soldier nodded, jogging over to the dock to wave the flag in his hand.

Standing on the sail battleship, Menshikov looked through a spyglass at the message from the flag signal soldier, then turned to Admiral Korolev behind him and said, "Disembark! I want to see where they can run to."

"Your Excellency, the Governor, it might not be necessary!" Korolev slightly frowned as he suggested to Prince Menshikov, "There are still scattered enemy soldiers at the harbor; venturing there might be dangerous!"

"What are you afraid of!" Menshikov waved his hand, entirely unconcerned, and said, "Since joining the army, I've participated in hundreds of wars, big and small. I've encountered more dangerous situations; why fear this little scene?"

Seeing no way to dissuade him, Korolev had to agree to Menshikov's request to disembark. A speedboat carrying Menshikov and Korolev was lowered to the sea, and the speedboat, along with other small boats, boarded Sinop Port's dock.

When Menshikov and Korolev arrived at the dock, over 2,000 marines had already fully landed at Sinop Port, having seized control of the port docks and batteries.

Afterward, on Menshikov's orders, they began advancing towards the port's residential area.

As time passed, one Ottoman soldier after another hiding in the residential area was arrested. Some soldiers who regained their morale attempted to resist, causing some damage to the Russian Imperial Army, but the vast majority did not resist and surrendered on the spot.

The Russian Imperial Army searched the residential area for nearly four hours, eventually finding the Sinop garrison commander in a private home.

The garrison commander cowered, looking in terror at the Russian soldiers, shouting loudly in Russian that he was the garrison commander and should receive noble treatment as a prisoner of war.

Two Russian soldiers laughed heartily after seeing the commanding officer at Sinop Port show such an awkward demeanor.

Thus, the commanding officer of Sinop Port was brought before Menshikov.

"Are you the garrison here? Doesn't look like much!" Menshikov looked up and down at the trembling commanding officer in front of him and said with disdain.

"Y-yes! We're no match for the great Russian Empire! I'm willing to surrender, I want to surrender!" the commanding officer quickly pleaded for mercy in Russian when he saw this.

Menshikov looked at the cowardly commanding officer before him with contempt and cursed that he had completely shamed the ancestors of the Ottoman Empire.

Facing Menshikov's insults, the commanding officer shamelessly claimed that the Ottoman Empire's defeat by the Russian Empire was the will of God, and he must follow God's will.

"Get out!" Menshikov waved his hand in disgust, ordering the soldiers to take the commanding officer away.

Two Russians stood on either side behind the commanding officer, and the commanding officer left obediently without resistance.

Just as the commanding officer was about to leave, Menshikov's voice sounded at his ear: "Wait!"

The commanding officer hurriedly stopped, showing a flattering smile as he inquired if there was anything else Menshikov needed him to do.

Menshikov asked the commanding officer where the commander of the fleet was now. The commanding officer shook his head and replied to Menshikov that he had lost sight of the Ottoman Pasha for an hour already.

"Hmph! Another coward!" Menshikov spat and then rubbed the ground twice with his boot to show his dissatisfaction.

"Your Excellency, can I leave now?" The commanding officer's annoying voice sounded again.

"Get out! Get out!" Menshikov stretched out his hand, ordering the commanding officer to leave.

Time flew by, and soon it was evening. Under the relentless capture of over 3000 Russian Imperial Navy soldiers, nearly 2000 Ottoman Empire soldiers were caught.

A boatload of prisoners of war began to move towards the fleet. They planned to send this batch of prisoners to Odessa, where they would be exhibited in Odessa to demonstrate the military might of the Russian Empire and effectively damage the morale of the Ottoman Empire.

At midnight, when the last batch of prisoners was loaded onto the ship, Menshikov issued the order to completely destroy the batteries.

The batteries scattered around Sinop Port were blown up by Russian soldiers, and the explosions echoed throughout Sinop.

After all the batteries were completely destroyed, Menshikov nodded with satisfaction and simultaneously ordered all soldiers to board the ships.

At 2 a.m., under a starry sky, the last batch of soldiers boarded the Russian Imperial Fleet.

Standing at the bow of the sailing battleship, Menshikov issued the order for the warships to depart, and a mighty fleet left Sinop Port.

Thus, the naval battle at Sinop Port ended completely.

Throughout the entire campaign, Menshikov destroyed 90% of the Ottoman Empire Navy at the cost of one double-deck battleship.

This battle resulted in nearly over 2000 Ottoman naval soldiers being annihilated, and over 2000 imperial soldiers being captured.

For the Russian Empire, the outcome of this battle was quite fruitful.

Every sailor on the ship gazed at Menshikov with immense admiration.

Standing beside Menshikov, Kornilov also respectfully said to him, "Commander, the Ottoman Empire Navy no longer has the ability to contend with us! You have fulfilled your promise to His Majesty!"

"Indeed!" Menshikov exhaled a long breath, revealing a relieved smile as he gazed at the dark night in the distance, "We can finally relax a little!"

Then Menshikov sighed and said, "It's a pity I couldn't capture the commander of this fleet!"

Seeing this, Kornilov quickly comforted Menshikov, advising him not to dwell on such a minor issue.

Not long after Menshikov and others left Sinop, the Ottoman Pasha, whom Menshikov had been thinking about, appeared at Sinop Port.

Looking at the ghostly empty port before him, the Ottoman Pasha's eyes widened, and he collapsed once more, muttering continuously, "I have failed His Majesty! Failed Grand Marshal Mahmoud!"

After a while, with the sound of a dull flintlock pistol shot, the Ottoman Pasha fell heavily to the ground.

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