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

Chapter 171 Crisis is also an opportunity

Qian Dayong sat in his tent, staring down at the map in his hand, his fingertips slowly tracing the outer perimeter of Nanyang Prefecture's city walls. His gaze was steady and sharp, his heart surging with emotion, like a beast lurking in the undercurrent, waiting for its chance to strike. Although the Black Armored Cavalry and the reinforcements from the Qingyun Pavilion within the city put immense pressure on his army, he understood that the stronger the enemy, the greater the glory he would gain after victory.

The wind outside the tent rustled low and cold, as if accompanying the decision he was making. He slowly raised his head, a cold glint in his eyes. "Wen Yuan, do you really think you can hold the line of defense for Nanyang Prefecture with just these people?"

He remained silent for a moment, his thoughts spreading like a spider web, instantly sketching out a vast trap. He was not the type to shrink back in despair. On the contrary, whenever the situation became pressing, his mind would overflow with more and more ingenious countermeasures. And this moment was no exception.

"This is a God-given opportunity!" Qian Dayong's voice resounded in the empty tent, firm and cold. A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes, as if he had seen through the enemy's weaknesses and was nakedly displayed before his eyes. He stared at the map, and in an instant he had a plan in his mind. He decided to take advantage of Wen Yuan's defensive advantage and lure him into exposing his fatal weakness. He immediately summoned the deputy general and said in a low voice: "Prepare a secret letter quickly. It must be delivered to the hands of the third prince and my brother Qian Dajin at lightning speed." His tone was decisive, as sharp as a blade. The deputy general nodded immediately and wrote furiously. The content of the secret letter was concise, but full of conspiracy: "Tell the third prince to poison the water wells in the city to cause riots among the refugees. Then order those sects that have surrendered to us to rob the transport convoys of Qingyun Pavilion to create chaos."

Qian Dayong's gaze burned brightly, his mind already mapping out every next step. He intended to plunge Nanyang Prefecture into a desperate situation, vulnerable from both sides, forcing Wen Yuan to struggle to maintain his defenses. He would transform the refugees within the city into sharp blades, piercing Wen Yuan's vital points; he would transform the sects that had pledged allegiance to the Third Prince into claws, tearing apart the coordinated defenses of Qingyun Pavilion and the Black Armored Cavalry.

"We need to disrupt their rhythm, create chaos, and distract them from the overall situation," Qian Dayong muttered to himself, as if he could already see the enemy's panic. He was filled with confidence in the future battle, because he understood that chaos often hides huge opportunities, and his Qian Dayong was the perfect hunter in such situations.

The deputy general looked up, a hint of awe in his eyes, "General, this plan will definitely plunge Nanyang Prefecture into chaos." He knew that the general in front of him was no longer the defeated man who had suffered repeated failures, but a beast ready to fight back at any time.

Qian Dayong nodded and said coldly: "Only chaos can reveal their flaws. We will increase the intensity of our attack on the outside and force Wen Yuan to be unable to respond at the same time." His tone was firm, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

The secret letter was completed, and the deputy general hurried away, returning briefly to the tent. Qian Dayong slowly stood up, his figure as steady as a mountain. He walked over to the map, his gaze fixed on the towering walls of Nanyang Prefecture, as if he could see through this solid barrier the fear and anxiety hidden within.

The nighttime camp was filled with tension and anticipation. He stood in the center of the tent, fists clenched, a burning desire for revenge within him. The devastating defeat at Lingyin Temple, like a sharp sword, pierced his heart, a sting that still lingered in his mind. The bodies of his brothers lay in a pool of blood, the blood of the battlefield staining the ground crimson—images that intruded on his dreams every night, keeping him awake. The deep pain and resentment burned within him like a raging fire, filling every blow with a determination for revenge.

His gaze was firm and sharp as he scanned the soldiers within the tent. His voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying boundless strength: "Soldiers! Tonight, we will launch an unprecedented assault! This is the time to avenge our brothers and reclaim our dignity! Neither the Black Armored Cavalry nor the Qingyun Pavilion will stand in our way!"

As his voice echoed through the camp, the soldiers' eyes gradually lit up with a burning desire. They knew that the success or failure of this battle was not only a matter of life and death, but also of their status and honor in this chaotic war. They were willing to follow him, no matter the cost, for revenge, for dignity, for victory.

The soldiers stood up, gripping their weapons tightly, exchanging determined glances. Qian Dayong felt this passionate emotion, and a surge of warmth welled up in his heart. He understood that victory or defeat in war depended not only on tactics and strength but also on morale, and his army had never been so united and so full of fighting spirit.

"We must crush Nanyang Prefecture's impenetrable defenses with a thunderous force!" Qian Dayong roared through gritted teeth, his voice like a harsh winter wind, swirling with unwavering resolve. The night deepened as dark as ink, and a chilling wind howled over the camp. Qian Dayong took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and a complete battle plan emerged in his mind again. He slowly opened his eyes, a blazing fire gleaming in them. "Let them see our true power!" He raised his sword high, the blade gleaming with a chilling cold in the dim firelight. The soldiers roared in unison, a deafening roar, like a violent storm about to sweep across the world.

As darkness engulfed the earth like a leviathan, Qian Dayong led his army, advancing silently and ghostly towards Nanyang Prefecture. The prelude to battle had begun, and the fate of Nanyang Prefecture would be forever rewritten that night. Qian Dayong pondered, "Nie Yuan, Shen Kang, Wen Yuan, how much longer can your assistance last?" He had already made up his mind: no matter how many difficulties and obstacles lay ahead, he would raze them all to the ground and reclaim his glory and dignity.

Amid the rustling of wind, the flashing of swords, and the muffled cries of soldiers, a decisive battle for survival is imminent. The fate of Nanyang Prefecture is waiting to be recast.