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

Chapter 177 - A powerful enemy approaches

"This is impossible!" Qian Dayong's eyes widened, as if he had just witnessed something from a nightmare. His breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding. He tried hard to steady his trembling hands, but the panic in his heart spread like a venomous snake. "Feng Jingxuan came in person?" He could hardly believe what he saw.

The previously stable war situation was now completely shattered. Feng Jingxuan's 30,000-man army was approaching, and he knew full well that such a force was simply beyond their reach. Fear, like a tsunami, swept through every corner of his heart.

"All troops, stand alert!" Qian Dayong gritted his teeth and roared out the order, attempting to calm the troops with his authority. However, his voice trembled slightly, and the hint of fear was unmistakable. Panic spread through his camp like wildfire. The soldiers began to look around anxiously, their steps unsteady, their eyes filled with helplessness and despair. Every one of them knew that the enemy before them was nearly invincible.

Feng Jingxuan rode forward, the night wind whipping across his armor, making a cold, low whine. His eyes, as dark as the depths of the night, scanned the battlefield, brimming with icy murderous intent. His voice, as sharp as a blade, pierced the silent night air: "Today, none of you will escape!"

Qian Dayong felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if struck by a sledgehammer. He stared at the proud and invincible Feng Jingxuan, feeling a sense of powerlessness. The pride he once held on the battlefield seemed so insignificant in this moment. He gripped his sword tightly, his knuckles white, his heart filled with resentment and anger. Yet, he knew full well that this battle might be his last.

Prince Feng Jingxuan of Zhennan rode his horse straight to the front of the battle, his cold gaze piercing the Third Prince like a sharp blade. His voice, filled with undeniable authority, like the beating of a war drum, announced the coming storm: "You dared to use the imperial army to capture your own city in our Zhennan Prince's fiefdom? Third Prince, how will you explain this to Emperor Yuande?"

Feng Jingxuan's words were like a boulder dropped into a lake, sending ripples across the surface and instantly making the atmosphere tense. Everyone held their breath, watching this clash of power and life and death. The Third Prince's expression changed slightly. He tried to suppress his panic, forcing a calm demeanor and forcing a smile. "Everything I do is for the prosperity and development of Nanyang Prefecture. The city's powerful have long since mistreated the people, and the people's support has long since faded."

Feng Jingxuan sneered, his brows furrowed, and there was a hint of disdain in his voice: "Do you really think that our King of Zhennan is a decoration? Is the Feng family army really unable to protect the border of your Tianqi Dynasty?" His questioning shocked everyone present like thunder, especially those soldiers who once had high hopes for the third prince, and gradually doubts appeared on their faces.

The Third Prince's mouth twitched, anger burning in his chest, but he dared not lash out. He knew that the position he stood in today was extremely dangerous, and if he wasn't careful, he would fall into an irretrievable situation. "I just want to control my own destiny," he said through gritted teeth, a glint of struggle in his eyes. "Can't I resist?"

Feng Jingxuan noticed the Third Prince's wavering mood, smiled to himself, and continued to pressure him: "Control your destiny? You are just killing each other for power. Those soldiers who once served you will die because of your ambition. Do you think you can win their support in this way?"

Feng Jingxuan's voice struck the soldiers' hearts like a war drum. The soldiers gathered around the Third Prince, their once resolute gazes gradually wavering. Feng Jingxuan's every word was like a hammer, striking their faith. His words seemed to tear apart their illusions about the Third Prince: "Brothers, we are all soldiers by birth. Our goal should be to protect our homes, not to get involved in these meaningless struggles for imperial power. Most of you have families in the city, and children waiting for you to return. Right now, the guards in the city are fighting to protect your loved ones!"

The soldiers' expressions gradually changed, Feng Jingxuan's words piercing their hearts like a sharp blade. One soldier's hand, gripping his spear, trembled unconsciously, the sound of his child's laughter ringing in his ears. Another soldier, recalling his wife's face, began to hesitate. The soldiers, once filled with loyalty and admiration for the Third Prince, were now caught in a deep dilemma.

Seeing this, Feng Jingxuan continued to persuade them, "Surrender, lay down your weapons, and stop sacrificing your precious lives for these meaningless fights. If today's fighting continues, it will be our common families who will suffer. Are you really willing to shed rivers of blood for those high-ranking officials?"

His voice pierced the soldiers' hearts like a cold wind, bringing with it an unavoidable reality. The air was filled with tension and unease. Soldiers spoke in low voices, hesitation flickering in their eyes. The battle horn seemed distant and indistinct at that moment.

Feng Jingxuan coldly scanned the soldiers before him. Seeing their morale gradually crumbling, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile. He slowly turned, his gaze fixed on Qian Dayong, his voice firm and unquestionable: "Today, none of you can escape. Lay down your weapons, obey orders, and protect our homeland. This is the wisest choice!"

Qian Dayong gritted his teeth, his hands tightly gripping the hilt of his sword, his heart filled with powerlessness and despair. He looked at the wavering soldiers before him, knowing full well that Feng Jingxuan had already won. They had no chance of turning the tables in this battle.

The tide of battle suddenly turned. Feng Jingxuan's dignity and composure stood firm on the battlefield, like an unshakable mountain. Meanwhile, Qian Dayong's rage and unwillingness, like a candle in the wind, threatened to extinguish at any moment. The battle hadn't yet fully begun, but the soldiers' choices were already quietly determining tomorrow's fate.