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

On the battlefield, the army led by Yuan Ying was as unstoppable as a tiger. Under the command of General Zhang, the left wing fired artillery and instantly suppressed the enemy's right wing. Then, three thousand elite soldiers rushed forward like sharp swords to join the central army.

General Li on the right wing also successfully outflanked the enemy, cut off the enemy's food supply line, and quickly returned to support the central army. Yuan Ying and Jiang Chong calmly dealt with the main force of the enemy in the central army, and she led the way.

Ling Qiyan's eyes fell on Yuan Ying, and a scornful arc appeared on the corner of his mouth. He laughed wantonly, "Oh, in this great country of Da Xia, are all the men dead? They let you, a woman, show your face and run to this battlefield to die."

Yuan Ying sneered and pointed the sword in his hand directly at Ling Qiyan, "You barbarian rat, there is no need for me, the men of Great Xia, to take action against you. But you, you are so reckless that you invade our Great Xia territory. Today is the day you die!"

After saying that, Yuan Ying urged his horse forward and rushed towards Ling Qi Yan. Ling Qi Yan also raised his sword and rushed forward. The two of them clashed in an instant, with flashes of swords and shadows.

Yuan Ying's swordsmanship was sharp, and every move carried the momentum to defeat the enemy. Ling Qiuyan was also very powerful. His knife skills were fierce and domineering, and every time he chopped down the sword, it carried a tremendous force. The wind from the knife was whistling, as if it was going to shred the air around Yuan Ying.

The two of them fought back and forth, and it was hard to tell who would win in front of the battle line, which attracted the glances of soldiers from both sides from time to time. The shouting and killing sounds on the battlefield seemed to be slightly less impressive than this fierce duel.

After several rounds, Yuan Ying discovered that although Ling Qiyan was strong, his sword skills revealed some flaws.

She saw the right moment, pretended to be defeated, and exposed a flaw. Seeing this, Ling Qiyan thought he had an opportunity, and roared with all his strength, with the blade wrapped in the sound of wind, as if he wanted to split Yuan Ying in half.

But at this critical moment, Yuan Ying suddenly turned sideways and nimbly avoided the fatal blow.

At the same time, she turned around and approached like a ghost. The sword in her hand flashed with a cold light and stabbed straight into Ling Qiyan's chest.

Ling Qiyan was unable to dodge and could only hastily block with the blade. With a loud bang, sparks flew everywhere. Yuan Ying's sword was so powerful that it made Ling Qiyan's palm numb and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Ling Qiyan was both shocked and angry. He had experienced Yuan Ying's power before, but he didn't expect her swordsmanship to be so superb.

He said angrily: "Your swordsmanship is indeed good, much better than your man. Your man is too bad, and his life or death is still uncertain. Why don't you consider following me, maybe I can give you a chance to survive."

Ling Qiyan said these words deliberately, trying to distract Yuan Ying so that he could find an opportunity to counterattack.

Yuan Ying's eyes were stern, she remained unmoved. She had only one thought in her mind, which was to cut off Ling Qiyan's head to prevent future troubles.

She said in a cold voice: "Shameless lunatic, stop talking nonsense, today is the day you die!"

After saying that, Yuan Ying's attack became more fierce, and his sword skills came towards Ling Qi Yan like a violent storm.

He didn't expect that Yuan Ying not only had superb swordsmanship, but also had such a strong fighting will that he was not affected by his words at all.

But Ling Qiyan was a veteran in the battlefield after all. He quickly calmed himself down, gathered his strength, and swung his sword at Yuan Ying again. His sword skills were even more ferocious than before, and he was determined to take down Yuan Ying.

She knew that Ling Qiyan was angry and his next attack would be even more frantic. Ling Qiyan's swordsmanship suddenly changed, no longer opening and closing, but becoming treacherous and changeable, with each sword at a tricky angle, directly attacking Yuan Ying's vital points.

Yuan Ying maneuvered calmly, and with his superb riding skills and exquisite swordsmanship, he shuttled through the sword lights.

Yuan Ying saw the moment when Ling Qiyan took a breath and stabbed his horse with his sword. The horse felt pain and raised its front hooves, and Ling Qiyan's body swayed.

Yuan Ying seized the opportunity, flew up, and stabbed Ling Qiyan's throat with his sword like a meteor.

Ling Qiyan was horrified and raised his sword to block. With a "click", Yuan Ying's sword chopped off the blade and cut off a corner of his long sword.

Ling Qiyan was terrified, he had never thought that the woman in front of him was so strong. At this moment, he knew that he would have no chance of survival if he continued to fight, so he made up his mind and fought while retreating. Although the long sword in his hand was still swinging, it had lost some momentum and could only barely resist Yuan Ying's sharp sword moves.

How could Yuan Ying let him go so easily? He pursued him and pressed on with his sword. On the battlefield, the Great Xia army, encouraged by their commander, bravely advanced, shouting and killing, shaking the sky.

The troops led by General Zhang on the left wing and General Li on the right wing were like two sharp blades, cutting the enemy army into pieces. The enemy army was already unstable due to the lack of food and grass, and now seeing their commander retreating step by step, they lost all their fighting spirit and fled in panic, throwing away their armor and helmets.

Ling Qiyan fought and retreated all the way, and the number of guards around him became fewer and fewer. He looked back and saw that the originally mighty army of 200,000 was now scattered like birds and beasts, with heavy casualties. In desperation, he could only lead the remaining troops and run wildly to the rear.

Yuan Ying led the army in relentless pursuit, like a tiger chasing its prey, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe.

Finally, Ling Qiyan retreated a hundred miles away from the border with the remaining 50,000 troops.

Yuan Ying chased for a while and then stopped. She pulled the reins and looked at the direction where Ling Qiyan fled with a sharp gaze, weighing the pros and cons in her mind. Don't chase a desperate enemy. She knew that if she went too deep, she might be ambushed by the enemy, and her own army also needed a short rest after a fierce battle.

She turned her head to look at the high-spirited soldiers behind her and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, everyone is extremely brave today, and the enemy has suffered heavy losses. But we cannot slack off. We must first reorganize the army and count the casualties." The soldiers acted quickly, cleaning the battlefield in an orderly manner and rescuing the wounded.

At the same time, Yuan Ying acted decisively and called General Zhang and General Li. The three of them gathered in a makeshift tent to discuss the follow-up plans.

Yuan Ying looked solemn, his eyes swept over the two men one by one, and he slowly said: "Although Ling Qiyan managed to escape this battle, the enemy army has suffered heavy losses and their morale is in chaos. In the short term, he will not invade our Great Xia border again."

She paused for a moment, a trace of worry and determination flashed in her eyes, and then she continued, "Next, our top priority is to do our utmost to find the whereabouts of the prince. If he's alive, we must find him in person. If he's dead... we must find his body."

General Zhang frowned upon hearing this and said bluntly, "The prince has been missing for so many months. If he is still alive, why doesn't he return to the barracks? Maybe he has met with an accident?"

Yuan Ying's expression froze, and he looked at General Zhang firmly, saying unhappily:

"The prince is a man of great martial arts and strategy, so he will not easily encounter an accident. He has not returned yet, perhaps because he was delayed by some difficult matter, or perhaps because he was surrounded by the enemy. In any case, we cannot give up until we find definite news."

General Li nodded and agreed: "General, what you said is very true. The prince is blessed with a good fortune and will definitely be able to escape danger. But now it is so vast and it is not easy to find the prince's whereabouts. I wonder if the general has any clues?"