A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

After being busy outside for a long time, Yuan Ying returned to the wooden house. When she was about to pick up the clothes hanging on the branches next to the house, she was shocked to find that her underwear was missing.

She was slightly surprised, but then she thought that it might have been blown away by the wind and didn't worry about it too much.

After collecting the rest of the clothes, she wanted to go and see the big tree where she fell.

I wonder if I can find an opportunity from that big tree and travel back to the modern era.

Although the hope is slim, in this strange world far away from modern civilization, every possibility is worth trying.

Yuan Ying followed the path in her memory and headed towards the big tree, with Xiao Yi following closely beside her.

Seeing the dense branches and leaves blocking out the sun, the sunlight shone through the gaps, forming patches of light. She took a deep breath and walked around the tree trunk carefully, trying to find something different or any clues that might be related to traveling back to the present.

She gently stroked the rough texture of the tree trunk, recalling the panic and confusion she felt when she first traveled through time.

Yuan Ying circled the tree trunk several times and explored the surroundings carefully, but apart from the usual grass, trees, soil and rocks, he did not find anything special.

There was a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but she still didn't give up, squatting down and continuing to grope at the roots of the tree. Xiaoyi seemed to sense her frustration, lying quietly beside her, but his eyes were vigilantly looking around.

"Am I destined to be a savage in this primeval forest?" Yuan Ying whispered to himself, with a hint of helplessness in his words.

After sitting for a while, Yuan Ying stood up and dusted himself off. "Let's go, Xiaoyi, let's go back."

Xiaoyi immediately stood up and followed her towards the wooden house.

When Yuan Ying and Xiao Yi were about to return to the cabin, Xiao Yi suddenly pricked up his ears alertly and growled softly. Yuan Ying's heart tightened, she knew that Xiao Yi must have sensed the danger.

She quickly drew out her dagger and went on alert. Soon, a group of wolves rushed out from all directions and surrounded them.

Yuan Ying quickly calmed down, holding the dagger tightly in her hand, her eyes as sharp as a hawk, vigilantly scanning the surrounding wolves. Xiao Yi growled softly beside her, his hair standing up, and he and Yuan Ying formed a back-to-back defensive posture.

Yuan Ying knew the danger of the wolf pack, so she bent her knees slightly, lowered her center of gravity, and prepared for a possible attack from the wolf pack. A larger wolf took the lead in charging, opening its bloody mouth, revealing its sharp fangs, and pounced directly at Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying saw the right moment, dodged to the side, and at the same time stabbed the dagger in his hand fiercely, accurately slashing the wolf's abdomen. The wolf howled in pain, but this did not make them retreat, but instead aroused a stronger aggressiveness of the wolf pack.

The wolves began to attack from all directions, and Yuan Ying and Xiao Yi were caught in a tough battle. Yuan Ying nimbly dodged the wolves' attacks.

Every move she made was precise and decisive, striving to protect herself while causing the greatest damage to the wolf pack. Xiaoyi was not afraid either, and he fought with the wolf pack.

It aimed at the majestic wolf king who was commanding the pack to attack. Xiaoyi exerted his strength and rushed towards the wolf king with a resolute attitude, completely ignoring the bites of other wolves around him.

The wolf king didn't expect Xiaoyi to rush towards him so desperately. Just as he was about to dodge, Xiaoyi bit his throat.

Xiaoyi's sharp teeth dug deep into the wolf king's neck. No matter how the wolf king struggled and swung, it refused to let go. The other wolves were stunned when they saw this, and the rhythm of their attacks also became a little chaotic.

Yuan Ying seized this rare opportunity and swung the dagger in his hand faster and harder, stabbing several wolves in succession.

Under Xiaoyi's tight grip, the wolf king gradually lost his strength, his struggles became smaller and smaller, and finally he collapsed to the ground, dead.

When the wolves saw that their king was dead, they suddenly lost their backbone and began to panic, howling. Then they slowly retreated and soon disappeared into the jungle.

Yuan Ying hurried to Xiaoyi, who was also exhausted at this time. After letting go of the wolf king's neck, he lay weakly on the ground, gasping for breath, with blood oozing from multiple wounds on his body.

Yuan Ying hugged Xiaoyi lovingly and said, "Xiaoyi, you are awesome. You are so brave."

She held Xiaoyi in her arms and walked quickly towards the wooden house, treating his wounds immediately.

Xiaoyi was recovering in the cabin, and Yuan Ying took good care of him every day. She would get up early and go deep into the forest to look for some healing herbs. After returning, she would carefully clean Xiaoyi's wounds, grind the herbs and gently apply them.

Under Yuan Ying's careful care, Xiaoyi's injuries gradually improved. He began to have more energy and was no longer lying weakly all the time.

Yuan Ying still sits in front of the wooden house and plays her flute in her spare time.

As the days passed, the breath of autumn became stronger. The forest seemed to have overturned the palette of nature, and the leaves turned golden and fiery red, fluttering down, covering the ground with a colorful carpet.

Murong Xuanyi and his companions had not yet arrived at Yunfu City, but were in Shuiche Town. Brother Eagle was circling in the sky, making cry from time to time.

Murong Xuanyi was puzzled and asked: "Why don't you leave here?"

But the eagle just kept calling in the direction they came from, as if signaling them to go back.

Jiang Chong frowned, rode forward and said, "Sir, Brother Ying's behavior is very strange. Could it be that the princess is not in the direction of Yunfu City?"

Murong Xuanyi frowned. Brother Eagle was flying in the direction of Changling Mountains, which was a primeval forest.

He suddenly understood something and murmured, "Yan'er, you are so cruel!"

If it weren't for Brother Ying, he couldn't imagine how he would be able to find her in this vast sea of ​​people and mountains.