The funny counterattack of traveling through time and space and becoming a vicious female supporting

Chapter 170 The Long-Lost Glory

Qian Dayong took a deep breath and calmed himself. He knew that to defeat his enemy, he must first remain calm and rational. He began to think about tactics, analyzing his opponent's weaknesses and looking for possible breakthrough points. Despite facing immense pressure, he firmly believed that if he seized the opportunity, he could change the situation.

He returned to his tent and summoned his generals. They sat together to discuss strategic plans. Qian Dayong elaborated on his ideas and strategies, encouraging everyone to unite and leverage their strengths. Everyone nodded confidently, expressing their willingness to give their all.

"Brothers, we cannot be swayed by fear. We must use courage and wisdom to defeat the enemy!" Qian Dayong said passionately, his voice echoing throughout the camp. Everyone responded and vowed to fight for victory.

Qian Dayong left his tent and once again gazed at the distant walls of Nanyang Prefecture. The night sky twinkled with stars, as if foreshadowing hope for the future. He knew this battle held great significance for him, bearing not only his personal honor but also the safety of his nation. He vowed to himself that no matter the cost, he would not retreat, nor would he fail.

He believed that in the fog of war, there would always be a ray of light. As long as he persisted, he would surely find an opportunity to turn the tide of battle and win this fateful duel. Qian Dayong clenched his fists, his heart filled with firm faith.

Qian Dayong stood in the tent, his face gloomy, his fingers tightly gripping the sword beside him, his knuckles slightly white. The deputy commander in front of him lowered his head, reporting the latest intelligence to him with a guilty look on his face.

"General, we can't intercept the supplies and food teams in the south." The deputy general's voice was a little uneasy, as if he was afraid that Qian Dayong would get angry in the next second.

Qian Dayong frowned and asked coldly, "What's going on? Have all our ambushes been discovered?"

The deputy general quickly explained, "No, the ambush wasn't discovered, but they had no way to start. Along the way, the team escorting the supplies was not only guarded by the Black Armored Cavalry, but also led by several hall masters of the Qingyun Pavilion. They set out from Taoyuan Villa and escorted a large amount of food and supplies directly to Nanyang Prefecture."

Hearing the names "Black Armored Cavalry" and "Master of Qingyun Pavilion," Qian Dayong's heart trembled. He had long heard of the strength of Qingyun Pavilion, especially the masters' extraordinary martial arts and ruthless tactics. Add to that the Black Armored Cavalry's protection, and this supply route was practically impregnable.

"Taoyuan Villa... the Shen family." Qian Dayong repeated the name coldly, a murderous glint in his eyes. "Qingyun Pavilion..." Qian Dayong gritted his teeth, the name piercing his heart. Not long ago, his army had been severely defeated by the masters of Qingyun Pavilion at Lingyin Temple, their once formidable force utterly routed. He still couldn't forget that devastating defeat; the sight of his brothers' screams and the blood-soaked ground often woke him from his dreams.

"Shen Kang's Peach Blossom Villa... and the Black Armored Cavalry?" Qian Dayong felt increasingly uneasy. The Black Armored Cavalry were the most elite ace troops under the Prince of Zhennan, invincible. Now, with so many experts escorting food and supplies into Nanyang Prefecture, his plan became extremely difficult.

A wave of fear and anxiety surged through him. He looked around. The light inside the tent was dim, and the air was thick with tension. Every soldier's face was solemn, and Qian Dayong's heart grew heavier. He knew that facing the powerful combined might of the Qingyun Pavilion and the Black Armored Cavalry, his own army was as insignificant as an ant.

"Wen Yuan has Nie Yuan's army in his left hand and the support of Taoyuan Villa in his right hand... Damn it!" Qian Dayong slammed his fist on the table, his heart filled with deep resentment towards his own situation.

He closed his eyes and remained silent for a moment, knowing full well that he had no way out. The deputy continued, "Yes, General. According to intelligence, these supplies were shipped from Shen Kang's Taoyuan Villa. Shen Kang is none other than the Shen family member who works for Wen Yuan. He usually stands by Wen Yuan and is involved in many important matters within the city."

Upon hearing this, Qian Dayong suddenly understood. No wonder Wen Yuan was so confident. Besides commanding Nie Yuan's army, he also had the support of the Shen family. The Shen family was not only financially strong, but also controlled a crucial resource center like Taoyuan Villa, ensuring a steady supply of supplies during these turbulent times. Coupled with the support of the Black Armored Cavalry and the Qingyun Pavilion, Wen Yuan's defense was practically impenetrable.

"On my left is Nie Yuan's army, and on my right is the Shen family's food and financial support," Qian Dayong muttered to himself, his eyes filled with resentment and anxiety. He had originally planned to disrupt the supply lines, forcing Nanyang Prefecture into a famine and further weakening Wen Yuan's defenses. However, now, that path seemed completely blocked.

"General, what should we do next?" the deputy general asked cautiously. Although he also felt the seriousness of the situation, he still had confidence in Qian Dayong's decision.

Qian Dayong's heart was heavy. He knew the current situation was extremely unfavorable for him and the Third Prince. The combined escort of the Black Armored Cavalry and the Qingyun Pavilion had rendered his army's sabotage operations on the outer front almost futile. This would undoubtedly greatly weaken their ability to exert pressure on Nanyang Prefecture.

"We must change our strategy," Qian Dayong said in a deep voice, his tone resolute and calm. "Since intercepting the supplies is no longer possible, let's turn to other targets." His eyes swept across a spot on the map, pointing to the outer defense line. "Their focus on securing the supplies means there may be gaps elsewhere."

The deputy general nodded in agreement. Despite the complicated situation, he still believed in the general's decision.

"Moreover," a cold light flashed in Qian Dayong's eyes, "we can use this to cause unrest among them and force them to disperse their forces."

He gazed toward the distant Nanyang City Wall, a cold glint in his eyes. Qian Dayong knew this battle wasn't just about the city's victory or defeat; it was also about their survival. Wen Yuan's defensive tactics were formidable, but he firmly believed that opportunity would always present itself, as long as they could seize that slightest flaw.

"Nie Yuan, Shen Kang... You may have the upper hand temporarily, but this battle is far from over." Qian Dayong secretly swore in his heart that he would fight for Nanyang Prefecture for the third prince at all costs, and also fight for the long-lost glory for himself.