I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

Ji Fangkui shouted, "Brothers, we are all people of Great Xia. People of Great Xia do not fight each other. You have been fooled by the fake king Long Yunxi!"

"Go to hell!"

Amidst the curses, a powerful, heavy broadsword slashed down at Ji Fangkui, thus beginning a breathtaking battle. In the clash of blades and spears, Ji Fangkui moved with agility, dodging left and right while wielding his spear, engaging the court's generals in a fierce and evenly matched struggle. His voice echoed across the battlefield, attempting to awaken the soldiers who had been deceived by the false king.

"Brothers, wake up! Long Yunxi is nothing but a usurper. How can we risk our lives for him? The real prince is still in the Southern Prince's Mansion, waiting for us to return and report!"

However, his shouts did not seem to have much effect.

The imperial soldiers were trained like machines, knowing only how to obey orders and not how to think. They surged forward like a tide, trying to overwhelm Ji Fangkui and his guards.

Ji Fangkui was anxious. He knew that if things continued like this, Hanshan City would fall sooner or later. He had to find a way to change the course of the war and reverse the tide.

Just then, he suddenly saw a figure on the city wall.

The man was holding a bow and arrow, aiming at a spot on the battlefield. Ji Fangkui's heart skipped a beat; he recognized the man—Li Qingfeng, the divine archer of the Southern Prince's Mansion!

"Li Qingfeng, you've hit the leading general!" Ji Fangkui shouted.

Upon hearing this, Li Qingfeng nodded and aimed at the general who was directing his soldiers in a charge. With a whoosh, an arrow pierced the sky and struck the general squarely in the throat. The general fell to the ground, and the imperial soldiers immediately lost their formation.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Ji Fangkui led his guards in a counterattack, which was as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain and unstoppable.

Under Ji Fangkui's leadership, they quickly forced the imperial soldiers back a distance.

However, at that moment, a loud explosion rang out. Ji Fangkui looked up and saw a cannon firing at them. The cannonball traced a beautiful arc in the air before slamming into their location.

Ji Fangkui felt a tremendous force throw him away. He crashed heavily to the ground, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.

He struggled to his feet and saw that the surroundings were in complete disarray. The guards had suffered heavy casualties, and the survivors were groaning in pain.

Ji Fangkui was filled with grief and indignation.

He knew that all of this was a conspiracy by the fake king, Long Yunxi.

He had to find a way to survive and send the news back to the Southern King, letting him know about the predicament here.

Just then, he saw his fiery dragon steed.

In the chaos just now, the Fire Dragon Steed miraculously survived.

Ji Fangkui was overjoyed. He struggled to walk to the Fire Dragon Steed and mounted it.

"Fire Dragon Steed, take me back!" Ji Fangkui shouted.

As if understanding Ji Fangkui's words, the Fire Dragon Steed galloped swiftly towards the Yellow River.

Of the 10,000 soldiers that Ji Fangkui brought, less than 3,000 remained. The loss of Hanshan City was a huge blow to him.

He must find a way to retake Handan City, or the consequences will be unimaginable.

Ji Fangkui returned to the main camp, just as Song Zhonglin, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, arrived. The two immediately discussed the disastrous defeat.

"We must retake Handan City immediately!" Song Zhonglin shouted.

However, at this moment, bad news came.

The artillery depot of Song Zhonglin's troops was attacked by the imperial court, and the cannons and gunpowder stored inside were destroyed.

what does this mean?

Song Zhonglin frowned and said, "Arrogant soldiers are bound to be defeated! Arrogant soldiers are bound to be defeated!"

Ji Fangkui knelt down with a thud and said with great remorse, "I am not willing to be punished!"

Song Zhonglin pulled him up and said, "Not only you, but I am also proud."

"Investigate for me, who is the traitor?" Song Zhonglin's roar startled Ji Fangkui, whose face changed drastically.

"Is there a traitor?"

Song Zhonglin, exasperated, glared at him and said, "Without an inside traitor, how would the enemy know about the underground warehouse?"

Ji Fangkui immediately launched a secret investigation and finally found the traitor two days later.

Upon hearing Yu Hongtao's report, Prince Longbin of the South smiled wryly and said, "Long Yunxi has finally made cannons and gunpowder."

Yu Hongtao sighed, "From now on, we will have no advantage."

Long Bin said solemnly, "This is why I repeatedly emphasize the importance of military training. When both sides are evenly matched, the stronger side will prevail. This is what is meant by 'when two armies meet, the brave one wins!'"

"Your main focus now is on military training and live-fire exercises. I'll give you the training plan and exercise topics in three days."

Long Bin asked Xiao Rong to call over several writers from her newspaper.

Long Bin memorized the entire military exercise outline and training materials from his previous life, and five newspaper editors took notes for three days and one night.

The two books were published, and the editors, all renowned writers, were stunned as they held them.

"It turns out that His Highness the Prince of Nan is so talented in literature."

After reading the two books, Yu Hongtao placed them on the incense table, wrapped them in red cloth, and respectfully kowtowed three times.

"This is a military masterpiece that will be remembered for all time!"

Just as he was marveling at it, Prince Longbin of the South sent him another book: "The Art of War of the Long Family".

Long Bin copied Sun Tzu's Art of War in its entirety and added detailed annotations.

This book captivated high-ranking military officers like Yu Hongtao.

The Art of War, which had been passed down for over a thousand years in the previous life, was copied by Long Bin and brought to the present life, greatly enhancing the tactical skills of the generals under the Southern King.

Long Bin personally trains a special operations team; his previous life's Biao Long Column was renowned throughout the world.

In this life, he decides to spend six months cloning a Dragon Squad from his previous life.

While Long Bin and others were focused on training, Ji Fangkui, after a month of careful preparation, split his forces into two groups and set off.

First Route: Handan City, this is a disgrace in his military career, and he must avenge it with a victory.

The second route: head straight for the capital. He gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice, "Long Yunxi, you attack my Handan, I'll attack your capital!"

Each unit has two thousand soldiers.

Both armies were his old units from his time in Licheng. He devised a secret attack plan, so it had to be kept secret.

The commander of the first route was his younger brother, Ji Fangming.

The second route was led by him personally.

No one was told about this operation, not even Song Zhonglin.

On that day, three miles outside the city of Handan, a force of two thousand men, carrying military flags, marched majestically toward the moat.

The soldier on the city wall asked, "Which part?"

Ji Fangming instructed his adjutant to reply: "We are the vanguard of the Tiger Camp, which has been transferred. This is General Ji, the vanguard commander of the Tiger Camp."

The soldiers on the city wall immediately reported to their superiors, and soon a middle-aged officer asked, "How did you end up at the south gate?"

Ji Fangming laughed and said, "Our General Gu said it would be auspicious to enter from the south gate."

The middle-aged general shook his head and laughed, "Jixiang is always talking nonsense, let's lower the drawbridge!"