[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

The Qingshui River was wide and long, and the water was very turbulent, like an angry dragon, roaring and rolling, mercilessly pulling the soldiers who jumped into the river.

Many soldiers were swept away by the river as soon as they jumped in, and disappeared in an instant. They could only struggle desperately in the river.

Their hands were paddling around on the water, and river water was constantly pouring into their mouths, making a "gurgling" sound.

But the struggling strength seemed so insignificant in front of the surging river, it was futile. After a while, the struggling figures gradually disappeared in the vast night and the turbulent river.

Jiang Zhiben was standing on the shore, watching the team cross the river so smoothly, and was secretly proud of himself.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, revealing a smug smile, and he talked to the deputy general beside him from time to time.

"Hmph, that bitch Song Yanzhi certainly didn't expect us to launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night this time. Once the troops cross the river, we'll catch them off guard and see how arrogant she can be. I'll make her know the consequences of offending this prince and make her kneel and beg for mercy!"

As he spoke, he imagined the scene after his victory. He looked so smug, as if victory was already in his pocket.

Seeing Jiang Zhi so happy, the deputy general naturally didn't want to spoil Jiang Zhi's fun. He followed Jiang Zhi's words and said, "The prince is still wise and brave. This time, we will definitely catch Song Yanzhi off guard."

The two men were chatting and laughing, still immersed in the beautiful dream of defeating Song Yanzhi. Suddenly, they saw flames on the other side of the river, and they could hear the screams of people crossing the river clearly.

Jiang Zhi looked at the tragic scene in front of him that was like purgatory. He was furious and his eyes were wide open as if they were about to spit fire.

His face turned red like a cooked shrimp, and the veins on his forehead bulged and throbbed, making him look particularly scary.

He clenched his fists tightly, waving them vigorously as he shouted towards the other side, "This Song Yanzhi is truly cunning! How dare she scheme against me like this? I will tear her into pieces to relieve my hatred!"

The voice became hoarse due to anger and carried far away in the night wind, but it was just an impotent roar.

The deputy general was also in the same state of shock. They had made careful plans this time, but they still fell into Song Yanzhi's trap.

"Retreat, retreat!"

Jiang Zhi quickly came to his senses and shouted anxiously.

His eyes were full of panic and reluctance. He really couldn't bear to see his soldiers die in vain. At this moment, he didn't care about revenge. He just hoped to minimize the death of some soldiers. Even if he failed again this time, it was better than being wiped out.

As he shouted, he waved his hands vigorously at the soldiers, signaling them to run back quickly.

However, Jiang Zhi's cry was too late.

The fire was getting more and more intense, and was already rushing towards them along the bridge.

The flames were like crazy, devouring everything wantonly. The bridge had begun to shake under the burning fire. Wooden planks were constantly burned off and fell into the river, splashing huge pieces of water and making a loud "bang". The sound was particularly harsh in this noisy battlefield.

The soldiers who jumped into the river struggled desperately in the water, but were swept farther and farther away by the merciless river. Their cries for help became weaker and weaker, gradually disappearing in the vast night and the rushing river, leaving only circles of ripples to prove that they had struggled here.

The soldiers on Song Yanzhi's side showed no mercy and continued to shoot arrows and throw stones without any pause. They looked serious and their eyes were full of firm determination, as if they were the judges of justice at this moment, and they wanted to let Jiang Zhi's army know that if they dared to invade, they would pay a heavy price.

Those arrows and stones, carrying their anger and strength, kept flying towards the enemy, not giving Jiang Zhi's army any chance to breathe, and keeping them in this desperate situation of being passive and beaten.

"Brothers, work harder and let them know how powerful we are!"

A young general waved the sword in his hand and shouted loudly. His face was covered with sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. His passionate voice inspired the soldiers around him and boosted their morale.

"Yes, we can't let them get away. Beat them hard!"

The soldiers shouted in unison and their movements became faster and faster. In a moment, arrows flew like locusts and stones like meteors, attacking Jiang Zhi's remaining troops.

Jiang Zhi's face turned ashen, his eyes filled with despair and anger. He watched helplessly as his carefully planned river crossing operation turned into a tragic disaster.

The dream of victory that he had once been sure of was shattered at this moment. The frustration and hatred in his heart surged like a tide, almost drowning him.

His body was trembling slightly, as if he couldn't even stand steadily. His former majesty had disappeared without a trace, leaving only a disheveled look.

"Prince, let's go. With this Qingshui River here, we won't be able to do anything to Song Yanzhi for a while."

The deputy general beside him looked at Jiang Zhi anxiously and said with concern. He knew in his heart that if they continued to stay here at this moment, it would only increase casualties. They must evacuate quickly and conserve their strength.

As he spoke, he reached out to pull Jiang Zhi's sleeve, hoping that he would wake up quickly and order a withdrawal.

Jiang Zhi gritted his teeth. Although he felt extremely unwilling, he also knew that the situation was critical and there was no chance of winning if he stayed here. He could only shout unwillingly, "Let's go!"

After saying that, he flicked his sleeves and fled in disgrace with his remaining troops.

The back figure revealed the loneliness and resentment of a loser. The dust raised by the horse's hooves seemed particularly dazzling under the reflection of the torch, as if it was also telling of their miserable defeat. The sound of horse hooves was chaotic and rapid, gradually fading away in the silent night sky, and finally disappearing into the darkness.

In the chaos, Jiang Zhi's troops hurriedly ran in the direction they came from. Along the way, the soldiers looked panicked, and some were injured. They limped along with the team, cursing Song Yanzhi all the time, but the curses seemed so powerless in this panicked escape.

Song Yanzhi looked at Jiang Zhi's retreating figure, a cold smile curling up at the corner of her mouth, her eyes filled with disdain and ridicule: "Hmph, Jiang Zhi, you think you can be my enemy? You're nothing but an arrogant idiot."

She turned around and shouted to the soldiers behind her, "Soldiers, we have won a great victory in today's battle! But we must not let our guard down. Although Jiang Zhi has been defeated, he may not give up. We need to be more vigilant to prevent him from attacking again!"

"Yes, ma'am!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices resounding through the sky.

Song Yanzhi nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded, and reward them according to their merits!"