Accidentally dressed as an empress

The dark clouds were like a huge black curtain, pressing heavily overhead, as if to swallow up the entire world.

It had been drizzling in the mountains for a whole day. The originally clear stream instantly turned into a raging torrent. The turbid muddy water carried stones and trees, roaring and rushing down, leaving a mess wherever it went.

The lead-gray dark clouds covered the sky like a huge heavy curtain, tightly and airtight.

Bean-sized raindrops fell like bullets, splashing layers of water on the ground. In just one day, this downpour triggered a horrific mountain flood.

The raging torrent was like a wild beast that had broken free from its reins, carrying with it boulders, trees, and mud, rushing down with the force of a mountain and a sea, and everything was ruthlessly swallowed up wherever it went.

The Chu army's camp was originally set up in a low-lying valley. The panicked shouts of the soldiers and the neighing of the horses, mixed with the roar of the mountain torrents, intertwined into a sad song of despair.

Many soldiers were instantly submerged by the surging torrent before they could react, leaving only a string of helpless bubbles floating briefly on the water surface before disappearing without a trace.

The soldiers who were lucky enough not to be swept into the flood were also struggling desperately, trying to find a safe high ground. However, the power of the mountain torrent was too strong, and their efforts seemed so insignificant.

Most of the Chu army was caught in the mountain torrents in this sudden disaster and suffered heavy losses. The originally neat and orderly team became scattered and in a mess.

Xiang Xiao was soaked, his clothes were covered in mud, his hair was messy and stuck to his face, and he looked in a miserable state.

When he stumbled back to the camp, he was completely stunned by what he saw.

The originally sturdy tents had been washed away by the mountain torrents, with all kinds of weapons and food scattered all over the ground, and were soaked beyond recognition by the flood.

The camp was littered with ruins, and the bodies of soldiers lay scattered on the ground. Blood and mud mixed together and flowed slowly along the terrain.

Xiang Xiao looked at this horrific scene, and a strong anger and grief surged in his heart. He clenched his fists, his nails dug deeply into his palms, and blood slowly flowed out through his fingers.

"General, what should we do?" A soldier, soaked all over, walked up to Xiang Xiao and asked in a trembling voice.

Xiang Xiao took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He scanned the ruins and said decisively, "Go up the mountain! It's higher up there and safe for now."

After hearing Xiang Xiao's order, the soldiers cheered up and began to march up the mountain with difficulty. They supported each other and climbed up the muddy mountain road step by step.

When the soldiers heard Xiang Xiao's command, which was filled with unquestionable majesty, a glimmer of hope rekindled in their eyes, which had been dimmed by the ravages of the mountain torrent. Although everyone was soaked to the skin, their clothes were tattered, their faces were covered in mud and water, and their faces still showed the fear and exhaustion of surviving the disaster, the instinct for survival drove them to act quickly.

The soldiers who had just survived the disaster and were almost exhausted, with the encouragement of their comrades, forced themselves to stand firm with their shaky bodies; and the stronger soldiers extended a helping hand without hesitation, supporting their injured or weak comrades around them, passing on strength and courage to each other.

The mountain roads had long been washed beyond recognition by heavy rains and mountain torrents. The originally flat ground was now covered with mud pits and protruding stones of various sizes, making every step extremely difficult.

The rain poured down like a stream, constantly hitting them and making the soil beneath their feet even more slippery. They would easily slip if they weren't careful.

But the soldiers did not retreat at all. They supported each other and climbed up the muddy mountain road step by step. Every step required a huge effort. Their feet sank deeply into the mud, and it often took all their strength to pull them out.

Some people accidentally slipped and fell heavily in the mud, splashing muddy water, but they would quickly stand up again with the help of their companions, not even bothering to wipe the mud off their faces, and continue to move forward with gritted teeth.

After a long and arduous climb, the soldiers finally reached the top of the mountain, dragging their exhausted bodies. They collapsed to the ground, panting and gasping for breath, with sweat, rain and blood mixed together, blurring their vision.

The wind was still howling and the rain was still beating mercilessly on the leaves.

Xiang Xiao stood in front of the makeshift tent. The wind was howling, pulling at his clothes wantonly, and the rain was pouring down, mercilessly hitting his face.

He raised his hand and vigorously wiped the stains of rain and mud from his face. His brows were tightly knitted into the shape of the Chinese character "川". His eyes were filled with anxiety and helplessness. He cursed under his breath, "This Yun Kingdom is a weird place! It's only been raining for one day, and there's already a flash flood."

His voice seemed a little weak amid the clamor of wind and rain, but his tone was filled with unquestionable decisiveness, "It's time to retreat."

Just as Xiang Xiao gave the order to retreat and was about to organize the soldiers to evacuate this dangerous place in an orderly manner, a messenger came running from a distance in a panic. He staggered and almost slipped on the mud under his feet.

His face was filled with fear, his face was pale, and even his breathing became rapid and disordered. Before he could run to Xiang Xiao, he shouted at the top of his lungs: "General, something bad has happened!" The voice was filled with despair and fear, and it was particularly harsh in the sound of wind and rain.

Xiang Xiao's heart tightened, and he quickly turned to look at the messenger. The messenger ran up to him, his knees weakening, and he almost fell to the ground. He gasped for breath, trying to catch his breath, and spoke intermittently: "East, west, south, north, there are Yun Kingdom troops everywhere! The mountains and plains are full of Yun Kingdom troops. We are surrounded!"

Xiang Xiao's pupils contracted instantly, and an expression of disbelief appeared on his face. He widened his eyes and stared at the messenger.

The wind was still howling and the rain was still raging, and at this moment in the camp, several deputy generals fell into chaos after hearing the news.

Some people panicked and looked around, trying to find a chance to escape; some stood still, despair written all over their faces; others began whispering and talking to each other, and the feeling of fear spread rapidly among the crowd like a plague.

Xiang Xiao looked at the chaotic scene in front of him, took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

However, faced with the sudden mountain flood and the heavy encirclement of the Yun Kingdom army, he couldn't help feeling a little confused and helpless.

However, there was a sudden loud noise in the distance.

The soldiers raised their heads alertly and looked in the direction of the sound, only to see dense crowds of figures emerging from all directions. The bright flags fluttered in the wind and rain, with the emblem of the Yun Kingdom clearly embroidered on them.

"General! The Yun Kingdom's army is attacking!" a soldier shouted in horror.

Xiang Xiao's face instantly became solemn. He stood up, looked around with a sharp gaze, and secretly groaned in his heart.

I thought that by climbing to the top of the mountain I could temporarily escape the threat of mountain torrents and find a glimmer of hope, but I didn't expect to be surrounded by the Yun Kingdom's army.

At this time, the Chu army soldiers had just experienced severe damage from mountain floods, and their physical strength and morale had dropped to the lowest point. Faced with such a severe situation, everyone's face was filled with despair.