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

Xie An ran back to the military camp with wounds all over his body. He rushed all the way, and the scene of Murong Xuanyi falling off the cliff kept appearing in his mind. Self-blame and regret overwhelmed him like a tide.

When he entered the military camp, the soldiers were all terrified and uneasy when they saw him like this. Xie An went straight to the main tent, and despite his fatigue and pain, he explained the whole story to the generals.

There was a sudden silence in the camp, and everyone realized that this sudden change was like a heavy hammer that hit their originally solid morale.

Veteran General Zhao Chuan frowned and broke the silence: "Now that His Royal Highness Prince Jing's life or death is unknown, our army must not panic. The most urgent task is to strengthen the camp's vigilance to prevent the Northern Di or Yin Kingdom from taking this opportunity to attack."

Deputy General Wang Qi nodded in agreement: "General Zhao is right. At the same time, we also need to send out several teams to search for your Highness's whereabouts along the lower reaches of the river. Perhaps your Highness is lucky and has a chance of survival."

Everyone responded and started to work hard. Although Xie An was wounded, he insisted on joining the search team. After a short rest, he took a team of elite soldiers to explore along the river.

In the Yin army camp, Ling Qiyan was preparing for war while paying close attention to Murong Xuanyi's news. He knew that although Murong Xuanyi had fallen off a cliff, as long as his body was not found, there were still variables. He thought to himself that if he could quickly attack and win when the Great Xia army was leaderless, his position in the Yin Kingdom would be unmatched.

On the Beidi side, the eldest prince was also urging the soldiers to intensify the search. He had fought with Murong Xuanyi for many years, and he knew how powerful Murong Xuanyi was. If he was allowed to escape this time, he would become a big trouble in the future. So, on both sides of the river, people from all forces shuttled back and forth, and a secret competition centered on Murong Xuanyi's life and death.

Murong Xuanyi drifted in the turbulent river for an unknown period of time, feeling icy cold all over his body and gradually losing consciousness. Just when he was about to lose consciousness, he was fortunately found and rescued by a woman.

When he slowly woke up, he found himself in a simple but cozy farmhouse. When the woman saw him wake up, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

Murong Xuanyi looked at everything unfamiliar in front of him, his heart full of confusion. He tried to recall what had happened before, but he only felt a splitting headache and his mind was blank.

"Are you awake? How do you feel?" the woman asked softly, with concern in her voice.

Murong Xuanyi frowned and tried to think, but he couldn't remember who he was and why he was here. He looked at the woman and asked in confusion: "Who... who am I? Where is this?"

The woman was slightly startled, with a worried look on her face: "Don't you remember? When I found you by the river, you were unconscious. This is my home. My name is Bater Qiqige, you can call me Qiqige. You are injured, so take a good rest first."

Murong Xuanyi sat up suddenly, and the movement involved the wound, causing a sharp pain. Qiqige wanted to step forward to help him, but Murong Xuanyi subconsciously moved to the side to avoid her hand.

Qiqige was slightly startled, her hands frozen in mid-air, but she was not angry. She just said softly: "Don't move, you are injured." Murong Xuanyi's eyes flashed with a hint of apology, but he still looked around vigilantly.

Under Qiqige's careful care, Murong Xuanyi's body gradually recovered. But his memory still showed no signs of recovery. He often stood outside the farmhouse, staring into the distance in a daze, trying to find clues about his identity from this unfamiliar scenery.

Seeing this, Qiqige's parents were filled with worry. They quickly pulled Qiqige aside and said in a low voice:

"Qiqige, his injuries have almost healed. Don't keep him any longer. Let him go as soon as possible. Look at his appearance, words and actions. How can he be the least bit like a Beidi?"

Qiqige's heart was filled with confusion and reluctance. Her parents' worries were not unreasonable. She looked at Murong Xuanyi's slightly lonely back, her thoughts drifting away.

During this time together, although Murong Xuanyi lost his memory, he had a unique temperament, calm and restrained, which was completely different from the rough and bold Beidi men. His lonely look when he was in a daze and his occasional gentleness deeply attracted Qiqige.

She didn't want to drive him away, so she mustered up the courage to say to her parents, "Dad, Mom, I know what you are worried about, but he has lost his memory and is at a loss. If we drive him away, his life may be in danger.

I want to keep him for a while. Maybe after a while, he can recover his memory and know his life experience. Then it won’t be too late to let him go.”

After hearing this, my parents frowned even more. My father said sternly, "Qiqige, don't be confused. We in Beidi have a delicate relationship with Daxia. If he is really from Daxia, leaving him here will definitely cause trouble."

Qiqige's eyes were red, but she responded firmly: "Dad, Mom, I understand the pros and cons, but I can't watch an innocent person fall into despair. I will act carefully, and if there is any disturbance, I will bear all the consequences." Seeing how persistent she was, her parents sighed helplessly and said no more.

At this time, the situation outside was becoming increasingly tense. Xie An led his soldiers to explore along the river for more than half a month. They slept in the open air and did not miss any clues. They held a glimmer of hope in their hearts and were determined to find Murong Xuanyi.

Ling Qiyan has assembled his army and launched an attack on Daxia.

The Yin army rushed towards the border of Daxia like a surging tide. For a time, the sky was filled with flames and shouts of killing shook the sky. Although the Daxia defenders fought hard, the morale of the army was slightly weakened due to the disappearance of Jing Wang Murong Xuanyi, and it was inevitable that they were somewhat powerless during the battle.

When the eldest prince of Beidi learned that Yin had declared war on Daxia, he was secretly delighted and immediately joined the battle. He assembled the elite troops of Beidi and rushed to the border of Daxia like a hungry wolf.

After Murong Xuanyi disappeared, all the countries that had previously formed an alliance with him adopted a wait-and-see attitude due to the unclear situation.

They are like travelers hidden in the fog, standing still and paying close attention to the movements of all parties. They have neither explicitly expressed their continued support nor easily turned to the opposing camp. They are all carefully weighing the pros and cons and will make a decision when the situation becomes clearer.

When Xie An heard that the Yin Kingdom and the Northern Di army were invading, he was so anxious that he had to give up the search for Murong Xuanyi. He led the exhausted soldiers and rushed back to the barracks without stopping, constantly thinking about countermeasures on the way.

After returning to the military camp, Xie An weighed the pros and cons and thought deeply, and finally decided to write a letter to the princess.

The princess is intelligent, wise and strategic. In this difficult time full of crises, he knows that only she can find a glimmer of hope in this complicated predicament, come up with a good plan and turn the tide.