After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

The next morning, the winter morning light struggled to penetrate the mist, covering Beiling City with a layer of light silver gauze.

Under the city, Commander Zhang rode on a tall horse, his silver armor gleaming in the dim light, like a cold and stern god of arrows.

He held a delicate bow in his hand, and five thousand elite imperial guards were lined up in neat formations, with great momentum, as if they could crush all obstacles.

On the city wall, the results of the craftsmen's sleepless night work were clearly visible - three simple cannons. Although not as sophisticated as regular military equipment, they were enough to shock people. The muzzles were pointed directly in the direction of the enemy, ready to spit flaming iron bullets at any time.

Ren Chenxi stood at the highest point on the city wall, his Beiling royal robe fluttering in the wind, the emperor's sword across his chest with the tip of the sword slightly drooping, but it could not conceal the sharpness of his domineering aura.

His gaze penetrated the mist and met Commander Zhang's gaze. The air was filled with a tense atmosphere.

As the war drums sounded dully, the air in Beiling was filled with an unprecedented solemnity, and a war was about to break out.

Xia Yurou was dressed in a gorgeous yet majestic brocade royal robe, the golden phoenix on it sparkled brightly in the morning sun.

She held the Fengming Sword in her hand and stood side by side with her husband, like a pair of immortal lovers, guarding this land together.

Xiaoxue stood behind the princess, holding the retractable whip tightly in her hand, her face full of tension.

Although she was nervous, she was more determined.

Not only must we protect the princess' safety, but we must protect everyone, even at the cost of our own lives.

Steward Lin hid in the shadow of the city wall, his eyes glued to the sniper scope to ensure accurate shooting, his finger lightly on the trigger, his old age making him a little nervous.

On the city wall, the young soldiers tightly grasped their simple long-pole rifles in their hands. It was their first time encountering such a large battle and they were inevitably trembling. Even though they were very timid in their hearts, they still had the determination to protect their homes on their determined faces.

At the city gate, the heavy wooden door creaked even heavier, as if carrying the hopes of everyone in Beiling City.

Behind the city gate, rows of soldiers held their spears tightly, their muscles tensed due to their rapid breathing. What awaited them was a bloody and brutal fight.

After the people in the city received the princess' instructions, the streets were empty, and every household kept their doors closed. Occasionally, a pair of worried and frightened eyes flashed behind the window frames.

The children were held tightly in the arms of the adults, with their ears plugged with cloth, trying to block out the noise from the outside world, but the tension in the air could not be ignored.

Even the livestock seemed to sense the unusual atmosphere and huddled in the corner, not daring to make a sound.

Ren Chenxi's eyes widened with anger, and his voice resounded like thunder across the city walls: "Commander Zhang, you are also a loyal and righteous man, why did you come to attack my Beiling? What is the purpose of my brother the emperor?"

Commander Zhang's expression changed slightly as he tightly grasped the exquisite bow and responded coldly: "Prince Beiling also intends to rebel, and the Queen of Beiling even uses sorcery to confuse people's minds. Those who bring harm to the country and the people will be killed."

Xia Yurou sneered when she heard this. This was the most ridiculous reason she had ever heard. It was so ridiculous.

The Fengming Sword was unsheathed, and the sword light was as cold and clear as autumn water.

"Nonsense, be careful or I will sue you for slander. The prince is a man of deep affection and does not have such great ambitions. This princess truly cares for the people and protects the country with wisdom and courage, so how can there be any talk of witchcraft? If you dare to speak nonsense again, don't blame me for being ruthless with my sword."

Commander Zhang's voice was as cold as iron. He waved his hand suddenly, and the imperial guards behind him shouted in unison, the sound waves shook the sky, as if they were going to shatter the fragile peace in Beiling in one fell swoop.

"The evidence is irrefutable. How can a demon concubine like you be allowed to quibble?"

The negotiation could no longer continue, Xia Yurou raised the Fengming Sword and shouted, "Whoever offends Beiling will be punished no matter how far away they are!"

Every powerful word the princess spoke was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

The wind seemed to stop at this moment, leaving only her determined figure, sparkling in the morning light. She was closely connected with every inch of land and every life in Beiling City behind her, facing the sandstorm that was about to break out together.

The imperial guards in the late Ming Jin period came like a raging wave. Every charge was earth-shaking and their shouts were deafening, as if they were going to tear the sky apart.

Following Commander Zhang's order, the first wave of offensive rushed towards Beiling City like a tide, followed by the second wave.

The cannons on the city walls roared suddenly under the operation of the gunners, and hot flames spewed out of the muzzles. Iron bullets cut through the long plank road and landed strangely on the open ground. Then there was a deafening explosion, but it still blew away many elite soldiers. The dust mixed with gunpowder smoke covered half of the sky.

Although those long-handled rifles were not as powerful as modern firearms, at this moment they became their weapons to protect their homes.

Every time the trigger was pulled, there was a roar of fire, and bullets poured out like raindrops, hitting the armor and shields, splashing sparks and suppressing the enemy's offensive.

Butler Lin, who was hiding in the dark, locked onto the target and lightly pulled the trigger, leaving a trail in the air that was difficult to see with the naked eye.

A young general who was charging at the front was suddenly trembling, and before he could react he was shot in the chest and fell off his horse.

After eliminating the enemy, Steward Lin quickly changed the magazine. During the short pause, the next target was quietly locked.

The heavy wooden door trembled under the repeated fierce pounding of the imperial guards, as if it would collapse at any time.

But the soldiers behind the city gate were as steadfast as a rock, and built an indestructible line of defense with their flesh and blood.

Sweat blurred their vision, but their eyes were extremely firm, arousing a strong fighting spirit in their hearts.

The leading soldier's hoarse voice was full of power: "For Beiling, for our home, hold on!"

This shout inspired people like a horn, and they held the city gate with all their might, vowing not to let the enemy take even a single step in.

The rock-solid city walls were like a steel fortress, and no matter how the imperial guards attacked, they were as solid as a rock and left no trace.

The soldiers without rifles on the city wall were like warriors on an ancient battlefield, pushing the huge boulders with all their might. Those boulders seemed to carry the tenacity of every person in Beiling City.

With a dull roar, the boulders rolled down with unstoppable force, hitting the imperial guards who were knocking on the door and smashing the enemy formation into pieces. The wailing sounds and the sound of armor breaking intertwined and echoed over the battlefield.

On the city wall, the battle became fierce.

The offensive of the Imperial Guards became increasingly fierce. Regardless of their own lives, they fixed heavy ladders one after another to the city wall, each of them trying to tear through Beiling's defense line and climb up.

"Get out!"

A young soldier on the city wall roared, his eyes were red, his muscles were tense, and he held a spear tightly in both hands. He stabbed down suddenly, accurately penetrating the armor of a royal guard, knocking him off the city wall and causing serious injuries.

But this was just the beginning. More imperial troops came like a tide, vowing to occupy this high ground and capture King Beiling alive.

Several veterans in the late Ming Jin stage, relying on their profound inner strength, have approached the top of the city wall and are trying to use the force to leap up.

Xiaoxue turned her nimbly, and the whip instantly tightened, quickly drawing a dazzling arc in the air.

"Whoosh..."

The whip made a sharp sound, like a spirit snake wrapped around the ankle of one of the soldiers and then suddenly pulled back. The old soldier was caught off guard and was pulled backwards by a powerful force, falling heavily into the rubble below the city, raising a cloud of dust.

Xia Yurou and Ren Chenxi stood side by side on the top of the city wall, their clothes fluttering in the wind, as if they had merged into one with the world.

The morning sun outlined two determined figures, their deep eyes piercing through the clamor and staring at the enemy commander.

Commander Zhang's arrogant eyes became extremely sharp, and everything around them fell silent for the three of them.

Duels between masters are often held in isolation from the hustle and bustle. The cold wind becomes more rapid, but it cannot shake them at all.

The atmosphere suddenly froze, a suffocating pressure filled the air, and every second was filled with unknown variables.