Years turn into wind

As the first rays of morning sun pierced the mist, a chilling atmosphere permeated the Marshal's Mansion. Today, Ling Xiaotian and Cheng Yuwei would lead their troops to meet the enemy's long-planned attack. Last night's intelligence revealed that the remaining Cang Lang remnants were determined to mobilize their final forces, intending to deliver a fatal blow to Ling Xiaotian.

Ling Xiaotian, suited up and ready, stood calmly before the Marshal's residence. Cheng Yuwei stood beside him, her gaze piercing, her face calm. Last night's deployment, the arrangements at the front and rear, the careful planning of both sides, all revealed the determination of this battle.

"Xiaotian, the ambush you arranged is ready. The enemy's attack route is as expected, and all plans are under control." Cheng Yuwei looked through the latest intelligence, and after confirming that it was correct, she looked up at him with absolute trust and determination in her eyes.

Ling Xiaotian nodded and looked at Cheng Yuwei with a hint of worry: "Yuwei, this time we are not only facing the remnants of the Canglang, but also multiple forces secretly interfering. I will do my best to protect you and will never let you fall into danger."

Cheng Yuwei smiled slightly, held his hand with her backhand, and whispered comfortingly: "Xiaotian, don't worry about me. You know, I am not only your wife, but also your comrade-in-arms. Let's go on this road together."

Ling Xiaotian felt a surge of warmth in his heart. He knew Cheng Yuwei had never flinched from the dangers of his identity. The two of them stared at each other, seemingly drawing strength from this brief moment of gaze, igniting an immense fighting spirit.

Several hours later, Ling Xiaotian personally led his troops into an ambush in the jungle not far from the mansion. Cheng Yuwei remained behind, directing the transmission of intelligence. Her military doctors, attendants, and others were stationed at the mansion, ready to respond at any moment. Cheng Yuwei remained calm, memorizing every detail to ensure Ling Xiaotian's every move on the front lines was flawless.

Suddenly, urgent news arrived from the front: the enemy's vanguard had reached the ambush. Ling Xiaotian acted decisively, waving his hand to signal the soldiers beside him. A deep horn echoed through the forest, like the roar of a lurking beast. Immediately afterwards, the earth shook, and Ling Xiaotian's troops surged out from all directions, encircling the enemy.

The attack was nearly instantaneous, catching the enemy completely off guard. Though the remaining Cang Lang soldiers were well-trained, Ling Xiaotian's meticulous planning completely disrupted their offensive. The two sides engaged in close combat, the flashes of swords and sabers crisscrossing the air, the roar of fierce fighting deafening.

Meanwhile, inside the Marshal's residence, Cheng Yuwei was closely monitoring the battle situation on the front lines. She communicated with Ling Xiaotian via a special signal, ensuring no enemy could intercept the information. Although she felt a bit nervous, she remained incredibly calm. She knew Ling Xiaotian's abilities and plans; he wouldn't be easily defeated.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door. Cheng Yuwei looked up and saw a trusted soldier rushing in, his face filled with anxiety. "Young Madam, it seems the enemy has also sent a small force to raid the Marshal's residence! They are likely trying to distract the Marshal and launch an attack from the rear."

Cheng Yuwei's heart trembled, and she instantly realized that the enemy was trying to use a sneak attack on her to force Ling Xiaotian to return to defense, thereby disrupting his plan. This move was extremely vicious.

She pondered for a moment with a sullen face, then decisively issued an order: "Immediately organize a defensive force to resist the enemy invasion with all our might! All soldiers and guards in the palace, stand by! We must not let the enemy succeed!"

The guards took their orders and left. Cheng Yuwei personally went to the back door of the Marshal's Mansion, closely watching the movements ahead. Sure enough, not long after, the faint sound of chaotic footsteps could be heard. A small group of elite troops from the remaining Cang Lang faction were approaching the mansion. Cheng Yuwei's eyes darkened, and she turned to the guards and gave them an order: "When the enemy enters the compound, do not panic. Spread out and surround them, waiting for them to tire themselves out!"

Under Cheng Yuwei's command, the palace guards quickly took up their positions, trapping the enemy troops within the courtyard. Although she had never been on the battlefield, her calm and methodical command convinced the soldiers around her.

The battle within the compound was intense and tense. Cheng Yuwei personally walked to the front, observing the situation and adjusting her defenses at any moment. Although her face showed some fatigue, she remained calm. She knew she had to hold her ground and not let the enemy gain the upper hand.

Finally, under her command, the enemy's small group was gradually worn down, and the guards pressed forward, completely defeating them. Cheng Yuwei breathed a sigh of relief, but as she watched the enemy corpses strewn across the ground, she felt no joy. She knew that the battle ahead would determine victory or defeat.

Meanwhile, Ling Xiaotian's troops had successfully surrounded the enemy's main force. Standing in the center of the battlefield, he coldly gazed upon the stubbornly resisting Cang Lang remnants, his sword flashing with a cold gleam. After several rounds of fighting, the enemy's lines gradually crumbled, and the remaining soldiers fled in all directions, their morale completely shattered.

Ling Xiaotian waved his hand and shouted, "Leave no one behind!"

The soldiers received the order and pursued the defeated enemy. In an instant, the main force of the remaining Canglang forces was completely wiped out. The moment the battle ended, Ling Xiaotian breathed a sigh of relief and gazed into the distance. He knew that fierce fighting was likely taking place in the mansion as well. Without a moment's hesitation, he and his personal guards immediately rushed back to the Marshal's Mansion.

When Ling Xiaotian returned to the mansion, he saw Cheng Yuwei still calmly directing the subsequent cleanup operations, and he was immediately filled with relief and admiration. He quickly walked over to her and gently patted her shoulder: "Thank you for your hard work, Yuwei."

Cheng Yuwei looked up and saw him standing in front of her safe and sound. A stone in her heart finally fell. She chuckled and said, "You came back at the right time, otherwise I would have almost given up."

Ling Xiaotian smiled slightly, his eyes full of tenderness, and whispered, "You did a great job. Without you commanding us from behind, I'm afraid we wouldn't have won so smoothly today."

Cheng Yuwei shook her head. "The victory is thanks to your strategic planning. I just did some logistical work." She looked up at Ling Xiaotian and said slowly, "Xiaotian, since the enemy has exhausted all their strength, we should take this opportunity to completely eliminate their remnants."

Ling Xiaotian nodded with a profound gaze: "Indeed, now is the time to counterattack. Yuwei, can you lend me a helping hand?"

Cheng Yuwei smiled, her eyes full of trust and determination: "Of course, I will always be your strongest support."

That night, the two sat side by side in their study, formulating their next phase of the plan. Their goal was clear: to eliminate the remaining rebels, eliminate potential threats, and pave the way for future peace.

As dawn approaches, the flames of war subside temporarily, but future challenges still await them. And in each other's company, they become more determined.