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

Yuan Ying led the army all the way north. As soon as they left the city gate, Jiang Chong and the imperial physician exchanged glances. In front, Jiang Chong had already arranged for a group of attendants to prepare the carriage, and they were waiting there quietly.

Jiang Chong stepped forward quickly and waved his arm. Everyone knelt down in unison. He shouted loudly, "Princess, please get on the carriage." His earnest voice echoed in the air.

Seeing this, Yuan Ying was slightly startled, and pulled the reins, and the horse neighed. She glanced at the people kneeling on the ground and said in a deep voice: "Jiang Chong, what do you mean? I have the important task of going to the battle, and I should share the joys and sorrows with the soldiers and go to the battlefield together. How can I ride in a carriage?"

Jiang Chong raised his head, his eyes firm: "Princess, you are not fully recovered yet. If you don't take a rest after a long journey, it may harm your body. The journey to Mobei is difficult and dangerous. If you make a mistake, how will you explain to the prince? How will you explain to the people of Daxia?"

The imperial physician beside him said quickly, "General Yuan, this is also what the emperor wants. I hope the general won't embarrass us."

Jiang Chong pleaded: "Princess, your safety is of great importance. We have prepared all the necessary supplies and cushions in the carriage for you to rest. It will not affect your observation of military situation and issuing orders."

Jiang Chong then knelt on the ground and said, "If the princess doesn't get on the carriage, we will kneel down forever."

The soldiers behind him knelt down and said, "General, please get on the carriage! If you don't get on the carriage, we will kneel down and not get up."

Yuan Ying looked at the people who were kneeling in front of her, frowning. Although she was reluctant, she knew that they were also concerned about her and loyal to her. After a long silence, she finally sighed, got off the horse, and slowly walked towards the carriage.

Seeing this, Jiang Chong's eyes flashed with relief. He hurriedly stood up and personally lifted the curtain of the carriage for Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying stepped into the carriage. The interior was exactly as Jiang Chong had said, with all the necessary supplies and comfortable cushions. She sat by the window, looking through the gap in the drawn curtains, her eyes still fixed on the marching troops.

The army set out again, with wheels rolling and horses clattering. Jiang Chong rode his horse and followed closely beside the carriage, keeping an eye on Yuan Ying's movements inside.

Murong Xuanyi lived in a farmhouse. Although the shadow of amnesia still loomed over him, it did not wear down his will. Seeing that Qiqige's family relied on herding and hunting for their livelihood, he took the initiative to help, traveling between the mountains and forests with Qiqige's father every day. He was agile and good at hunting, which added a bit of security to this simple family.

As time went by, Qiqige's parents' attitude towards Murong Xuanyi gradually changed.

Gradually, they began to have a different idea: maybe it would not be a bad thing for him to continue to lose his memory. In this way, it would no longer matter whether he was from Daxia or not.

They only hoped that he could stay here, live hand in hand with his daughter Qiqige, and lead a peaceful and stable life in the future.

Whenever he had free time, Murong Xuanyi would sit alone under the eaves of the farmhouse, looking into the distance with a somewhat empty gaze. At this moment, a swallow flew lightly by and rested on the edge of a swallow's nest not far away, and his sight was attracted to it.

Looking at the swallows busy in and out of the nest, his lips would tremble slightly unconsciously, and a murmur would quietly flow out: "Swallow! Swallow!"

The voice was soft and a little confused, as if it was pulled out from the depths of the heart by some invisible force.

At this moment, his mind was in chaos, and his past memories were obscured by thick fog, without any trace.

But the name that came out of his mouth was like a sharp sword, cutting through the thick fog of amnesia. Although he still couldn't piece together any pictures of the past and didn't know who Yan'er was, his intuition told him that Yan'er occupied an extremely important position in his life.

Qiqige would accompany Murong Xuanyi every day and tell him interesting stories in the village, hoping to ease his confusion and anxiety. But Murong Xuanyi was always polite and kept a distance from her.

One day, when Murong Xuanyi passed by a martial arts training ground, he saw several children imitating adults practicing martial arts, and he stopped involuntarily. Looking at the wooden swords in the hands of those children, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity in his heart, and his eyes became focused.

He slowly walked towards the martial arts training ground, picked up a branch, and subconsciously swung it. His posture was agile and his movements were smooth, and each move seemed to contain some exquisite martial arts routines.

Qiqige was stunned watching from the side, and became more and more certain that Murong Xuanyi was definitely not an ordinary person.

After Murong Xuanyi finished the dance, the familiar feeling in his heart became stronger, but his thoughts were still confused. He looked at the branch in his hand, frowned slightly, as if trying to pursue something.

Qiqige walked up to him and asked softly, "Did you remember something?" Murong Xuanyi shook his head, threw the branch away, and turned to leave. Qiqige hurriedly followed him and began to tell him about the interesting things that happened in the village, trying to divert his attention.

After more than a month of trekking, Yuan Ying's army has gradually approached Mobei. Although they traveled by carriage, she did not relax at all. She kept communicating with the soldiers through the carriage window, understanding the marching situation, and observing the surrounding terrain. Jiang Chong was beside her. In addition to taking care of Yuan Ying's daily life and diet, he would also discuss his analysis of the situation with her.

"Princess, a hundred miles ahead is the first line of defense in Mobei. According to spies, the enemy has already gathered a large number of troops there."

Jiang Chong pointed at the map and said. Yuan Ying's eyes were stern, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Send the order down, let the soldiers set up camp and rest, and we will deploy the battle plan in detail tonight."

As night fell, the camp was quiet with a hint of tension. Yuan Ying had just finished discussing the battle plan with his generals in the tent and was about to take a short break when suddenly, there was a commotion outside the tent.

Jiang Chong rushed into the tent, "Princess, there are wolves attacking!" Yuan Ying's expression was stern, and he quickly picked up his weapon and rushed out of the tent. At the edge of the camp, a group of wolves, with their green eyes flashing in the dark, were confronting the soldiers.

The battle broke out instantly, with shouts of killing and wolf howls intertwined. Yuan Ying led the charge, her swordsmanship was sharp, and each sword had great power and precise angles. The wolves kept falling, but they also rushed forward one after another.

During the fierce battle, Yuan Ying was careless and was knocked to the ground by a huge wolf. At this critical moment, a familiar wolf howl was heard, and a white wolf pounced on him like lightning, bit the wolf's neck and threw it away.

Yuan Ying looked closely and found that it was Xiaoyi. She was full of surprise, "Xiaoyi, why are you here?"

Xiaoyi whimpered and rubbed Yuan Ying's legs affectionately, then turned around and joined the fight again. Its movements were agile and fierce, as if it was guarding something precious.

With Xiaoyi's help, the wolves were gradually driven back. Yuan Ying stood there, looking at Xiaoyi, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

She knew that Xiaoyi had followed her all the way from the capital to here. Although it was a wolf, Yuan Ying was deeply moved by its pursuit across thousands of miles.

Jiang Chong came over and looked at Xiaoyi, also quite surprised, "Princess, Xiaoyi actually followed us all the way to Mobei."

Yuan Ying nodded slightly, squatted down, and gently stroked Xiaoyi's head. Xiaoyi lay obediently at her feet, and the wildness in his eyes softened at this moment.

Murong Xuanyi was often troubled by nightmares at night. In his dreams, he was in a war-torn land, surrounded by shouts and screams. He seemed to be fighting hard, but he couldn't see the enemy's appearance. He only vaguely heard a woman's cry, which was anxious and sad. He shouted "Yan'er!" and then woke up from the dream, his clothes soaked with sweat.

Qiqige heard it clearly in the next room. She knew in her heart that even if Murong Xuanyi had not yet recovered his memory, she would not have the slightest chance. The woman named Yan'er seemed to have instinctively embedded herself deeply in his heart and occupied his entire heart.

It can be said that: forget everything in the world and only remember you!