Accidentally dressed as an empress

The sound of the horn became clearer and clearer as it got closer and closer, like a shot of adrenaline to the Yun soldiers who were in desperate situation.

Yun Lang's eyes were filled with renewed fighting spirit. He suddenly leaped up, raised his long sword high above his head, and let out a deafening roar: "For the Yun Kingdom, kill!"

The soldiers heard the sound and shouted in unison. The sounds combined together and broke the oppressive silence in the valley.

They supported each other and were no longer scattered sand fighting on their own. Instead, they reunited and bravely broke through towards the reinforcements.

During the fierce fighting, a young soldier was accidentally stabbed in the abdomen by a spear from the Chu army. His face was pale, but he still held the spear tightly to prevent the enemy from pulling it back, and to buy a chance for his comrades to attack.

His comrades understood, shouted loudly, and swung their swords at the Chu army, driving them back. However, the young soldier was seriously injured and slowly fell down, his eyes filled with attachment to the Yun Kingdom and desire for victory.

At this time, the reinforcements from Yun State had broken through part of the Chu Army's defense line and successfully joined forces with the soldiers in the valley.

The general leading the team saw Yun Lang and asked anxiously, "Your Highness, where is General Zhao?"

Yun Lang's eyes were red and his voice was choked: "General Zhao... has died in battle." Upon hearing this, the soldiers were extremely sad, but the hatred in their hearts became stronger. They turned their grief into strength and burst out with even more powerful fighting power.

On the battlefield, the two sides fought hand-to-hand and the battle was fierce.

In the valley, the shouts of killing were deafening. Relying on the advantage of three times the number of troops of the Yun army, the Chu army launched fierce charges against the Yun army again and again like a tide.

Yun Lang was covered in blood, his battle robe was torn, revealing wounds. Blood continued to seep out and drip onto the ground beneath his feet.

He held a long sword in his hand, and every time he swung it, he brought with him a tremendous force. The soldiers around him fell one after another, but he still held on tightly.

The young soldier's abdomen was pierced by a Chu army spear. He gripped the spear shaft tightly with both hands, his face as pale as paper. With his last bit of strength, he shouted, "Your Highness, leave me alone, kill them!"

Yun Lang's eyes were red, and he roared angrily, swinging his sword at the enemy to avenge his dead comrades.

But the enemies swarmed in like a swarm of ants, and in a moment they overwhelmed Yun Lang.

The battle lasted for a long time, the shouts of the Yun soldiers became weaker and weaker, and the horns of reinforcements never sounded.

At this time, Yun Lang was the only one left on the battlefield. Corpses piled up like mountains all around him, and blood gathered into a stream, winding its way.

The Chu army surrounded him, and the encirclement became smaller and smaller.

Yun Lang glared angrily. Although the blade of the long sword in his hand was bent, he still held it high. There was no fear in his eyes, only endless determination.

"For the Yun Kingdom!" He gave a final cry and killed several soldiers who were close to him.

Yun Lang was covered in blood, his battle robe had long been soaked with blood. His physical strength was gradually failing, and he was injured in many places, but he still stood firmly in front of the formation, his eyes full of unyielding spirit.

Just as he was struggling to fend off a wave of attacks, an arrow shot from the darkness and hit him in the chest.

Yun Lang's body swayed, but he held on and continued to wave his spear, letting out a final roar.

Finally, Yun Lang could no longer hold on and slowly collapsed. His vision gradually blurred, and the desperate faces of the surrounding soldiers appeared in his vision, and his heart was filled with resentment.

Before closing his eyes, Yun Lang saw Zhong Ning's gentle face.

When he first came to Nanling, he provoked her from time to time, but she always looked at him with tolerance and doting.

"Sister... I'm sorry, I'm going to break my promise." Yun Lang's lips trembled slightly, and his voice was drowned out by the whistling wind.

He remembered the agreement he had made with Zhong Ning. He had promised her that he would return safely, see the prosperity of the world with her, and protect the peace of Yun Kingdom together. But now, this promise could no longer be fulfilled.

Yun Lang could no longer hold on and slowly closed his eyes.

The noise of the battlefield gradually faded away, and he seemed to be in a peaceful world. There was no war, no killing, only him and Zhong Ning, lying on the grass on the hillside, hugging each other tightly, basking in the warm sunshine.

Zhong Ning was in the distant Nanling Mountains at the moment, and a strong sense of uneasiness suddenly surged in her heart.

She put down the military affairs in her hands and looked towards the north, her eyes full of worry.

Her heartbeat quickened, and cold sweat broke out on her palms. She didn't know why, but she felt like something bad was going to happen.

"Yun Lang, you must be safe." Zhong Ning prayed softly.

I hope this is just my illusion and Yun Lang can return triumphantly as usual.