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

Chapter 176 The War Begins

The duel between the two generals was brief but intense, like a storm. Blades clashed, sparks flew. Nie Yuan and Qian Dayong clashed several times, each feeling the other's strength and tenacity, but in the end, they each retreated to their respective camps, their hearts filled with emotion.

Nie Yuan stood at the edge of the camp, his gaze fixed on the burning city wall in the distance. His breathing gradually steadied, his hands still tightly gripping the hilt of his sword. Although he hadn't won the duel, the indomitable fighting spirit within him remained unextinguished.

"This is just the beginning," he muttered to himself, feeling a mixture of anger and determination. He recalled his past glory—his glorious days as prefect of Nanyang Prefecture, when he was a revered hero. However, fate had cruelly pushed him into the position of a fugitive. The resentment of falling from the pinnacle to the bottom burned in his heart like a flame.

Qian Dayong returned to the camp, his eyes blazing with subtle anger. He nearly gnashed his teeth, the knife in his hand trembling slightly from the force he exerted. He burned with resentment and anger, as if the loss of this battle was an insult to him and his brothers. "Nie Yuan, wait," Qian Dayong vowed to himself, "I won't let you escape so easily."

Within their respective camps, the air felt like a compressed powder keg, poised to explode at any moment. Nie Yuan turned to look at Gu Yichen. His city defense troops were calmly deploying their tactics according to his command. The soldiers, armed with bows and arrows, their gazes sharp as hawks. Gu Yichen's commands were sonorous and powerful, each one seemingly igniting the soldiers' fighting spirit.

"Get ready! Shoot immediately when I give the order!" Gu Yichen's voice penetrated the entire battlefield. The soldiers had already tightened the bowstrings in their hands, and the arrows flashed a dangerous cold light in the slightly swaying firelight.

In the enemy camp, Qian Dayong also boosted morale. He walked up to the soldiers with firm steps and said in a cold voice: "Brothers, get ready to teach Nie Yuan a lesson!" His eyes were as sharp as a blade, and every soldier could feel the anger and fire of revenge in them.

At the command, both sides unleashed their first volley of arrows almost simultaneously. Hundreds of arrows traced arcs of death across the night sky, the air filled with the hum of vibrating bowstrings. Soldiers on both sides held their breath, their hearts racing as they stared at the impending hail of arrows. Each arrow seemed to carry their fate, and as they drew their bows, each one prayed for the fatal strike to land.

"Shoot!" Gu Yichen gave the order, and the city defense army shot arrows at the enemy formation like a rainstorm, cutting through the night sky and making people shudder.

Qian Dayong smiled coldly and quickly ordered the soldiers to fight back, "Fight back! Don't give them a chance to breathe!" His words aroused the fighting spirit in the soldiers' hearts like thunder. Arrows flew out from their bowstrings, carrying the whistling sound of death, and headed straight for the city wall of Nanyang Prefecture.

The sounds of the battlefield grew increasingly chaotic, the roar of war drums intertwined with the whistling of arrows, the shouts of soldiers and the clash of blades like a symphony of blood and fire. At this moment, both sides seemed to have transformed into machines, fighting only for survival.

At this tense moment, Qian Dayong suddenly felt a surge of unease, as if some danger were quietly approaching. He glanced around warily, feeling the air around him grow oppressive and heavy. Suddenly, he heard a low roar from behind, growing louder and louder, as if a massive army were approaching.

He turned his head, his gaze piercing the darkness as he took in the distant scene. A chill suddenly washed over him. Feng Jingxuan, leading an army of thirty thousand, approached silently like a black torrent. The footsteps of the thirty thousand soldiers were like thunder, their every step shaking the earth. Their figures appeared exceptionally tall and mighty in the moonlight, their weapons in their hands and their armor gleaming with a cold light that sent shivers down their spines.

Qian Dayong's face paled instantly, realizing he and his seven thousand men were about to face a life-or-death battle. The thirty thousand-man army vastly outnumbered them, and their weapons were well-equipped and fiercely armed. Their formation resembled a massive beast, its maw gaping, ready to devour Qian Dayong and his army.