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

Chapter 173 The Horn Blows

As the night deepened, the walls of Nanyang Prefecture seemed shrouded in darkness and awe. The roar of war drums shook the earth, a cry between heaven and earth, summoning the brave and fearless warriors to prepare to face the challenge of fate. Each drumbeat rolled like thunder, echoing throughout the city, and even the ground seemed to tremble slightly. The drumbeats, like the roar of a god of war, made every soldier's blood boil. Their heartbeats merged with the drumbeats, forming a magnificent prelude to battle.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!" The drumbeats, like an invisible force, relentlessly struck at the soldiers' hearts. Each thump brought a palpitation, as if foreshadowing the impending bloodbath. The soldiers stood erect to the rumbling drumbeat, their weapons gripped tightly. Their faces tightened with tension, yet their eyes blazed with determination. Shrouded in darkness, they had long since become one with the city, their hearts focused on a single thought: defending their homeland.

At the same time, the horn blared, clear and powerful, piercing the night sky like a command from the endless darkness, summoning every warrior to the impending battle. "Woo-woo-woo!" As the horn blared, the soldiers' gazes grew more resolute, their hearts ignited as if by some indescribable power, their breathing quickening. Each note was filled with courage and passion, inspiring them to cast aside their fear and face the unknown enemy.

Gu Yichen stood atop the city wall, his gaze sharp as a knife, gazing at the approaching enemy troops in the distance. His gaze swept across the soldiers on the wall, seeing their eyes burning with fire, their clenched fists trembling slightly, yet not a single one flinched. He knew, at this moment, the fear in the soldiers' hearts had been replaced by courage. They would defend this city with their own blood. The sound of drums and horns intertwined like an invisible war song, stirring every heart.

"Brothers, do you hear us? This is our bugle call!" Gu Yichen suddenly shouted, his voice echoing off the city walls, almost drowning out the thunderous beat of the drums. "This is our call to fight for our homeland! Tonight, no matter how powerful the enemy, we must not retreat!" His voice was firm and powerful, carrying an unshakable conviction that ignited a fire in the soldiers' hearts.

The soldiers responded in unison, their shouts rising and falling in the night sky like waves. "For Nanyang Prefecture! For our glory!" They raised their weapons high, encouraging one another, their eyes gleaming with unyielding determination. They knew the enemy ahead was approaching like a tide, tiny stars already faintly visible in the darkness. But even in this desperate situation, they remained fearless, vowing to defend their homeland with their lives.

Gu Yichen looked back outside the city. The sound of drums and horns intertwined into a passionate war song, and the enemy's torches, like tiny stars, gradually approached. The clatter of enemy hooves and the dull thud of footsteps grew louder and louder. Their ferocious faces loomed in the darkness. The weapons in the enemy's hands gleamed in the firelight, like the sharp teeth of wild beasts.

"Come, let us meet the challenge with the sound of drums and trumpets!" Gu Yichen gripped his sword tightly, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight, as if foreshadowing the bloody battle that was about to unfold. His palms were already soaked with sweat, but he remained unwavering. His heart was already made up—life or death, he would protect this city.

At that moment, Nie Yuan walked past Gu Yichen, his steady steps audible over the drumbeat. Standing at the edge of the city wall, his gaze calm and sharp, as if he understood everything. He knew that the success or failure of this battle hinged on the fate of the entire Nanyang Prefecture, and any negligence could be devastating. His voice was deep and powerful, like a beacon, guiding the soldiers through the darkness: "The enemy is approaching! Prepare your weapons and be ready!" Though his voice was low, it radiated a calm and composed strength that instantly calmed the soldiers' restless hearts.

The soldiers immediately adjusted their stance, gripping their weapons tightly and standing straighter. Despite the darkness, they could still sense the approaching threat, like a beast from the darkness. Each of them breathed heavily, their weapons trembling slightly, but their gazes grew more resolute.

The four Mo brothers stood not far away, glancing at each other and exchanging a tacit smile. Brothers needed no words; their tacit understanding was already ingrained in their hearts. In this life-or-death situation, they knew each other was their most reliable support. They quickly checked their weapons, their movements skillful and swift, ready to strike the moment the battle began. Their presence was like a solid barrier, protecting the defense line behind Gu Yichen and Nie Yuan.

The drums roared once more, and the horns followed suit, rising in pitch again, like the roar of a war god, piercing the night sky. In the distance, the enemy's banners flickered in the night, and dark shadows surged forward like a tide, seemingly endless. Every soldier on the wall felt the oppressive force, but none retreated. All eyes were fixed on the front, waiting for the signal to fight.

"Fight! Fight for the glory of Nanyang Prefecture!" Gu Yichen's voice was as passionate as a war drum, driving every soldier's heartbeat. The interweaving of drums and horns seemed to transform into an inspiring war song, driving them forward.

The fate of Nanyang Prefecture was about to be rewritten in this battle. On the city walls, a baptism of blood and fire was inevitable. The soldiers were filled with the belief that they would win, ready to fight to the end for the glory of this city.