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

When the two young men challenged him, the garrison commander of Lingyang in Wu chuckled and sent out five generals to fight. One of them was Song Guangming, the Golden Hammer Protector, who was the second fiercest among the Ten Fierce Warriors of Wu.

Seeing that the two young men opposite him were both wielding hammers, Song Guangming immediately perked up and excitedly rode forward, shouting to the Ning brothers, "You two, come at me together!"

Ning Wuwei and Ning Buguan exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with determination.

They knew this was more than just a battle; it was an opportunity to prove themselves. The two simultaneously swung their warhammers, charging towards Song Guangming like the wind.

Song Guangming laughed heartily, the golden hammer in his hand gleaming brightly in the sunlight. His laughter was full of confidence and disdain: "Come on, let me see what you two little brats can do!"

The battle erupted instantly, the clanging of hammers producing a deafening sound. Each strike seemed to tear through the air, whipping up gusts of wind. Ning Wuwei and Ning Buguo coordinated perfectly, one focusing on offense and the other on defense, forcing Song Guangming to retreat steadily. However, Song Guangming, being a seasoned veteran, quickly regained his footing and began to counterattack.

Meanwhile, Ning Wuming, the third son of Ning Wusheng, quietly sneaked into the city with his two younger brothers, Ning Wusheng and Ning Wuyu.

Under the cover of darkness, they evaded the patrolling soldiers and quickly approached the city gate. Ning Wuming signaled everyone to stop and whispered, "Let's find a place to hide first and move out at dawn."

In the dead of night, all was quiet in Lingyang City.

Ning Wuming and his two companions hid in an abandoned warehouse, patiently waiting for their opportunity. Soon after, the sky gradually turned a pale white, and the first rays of sunlight pierced through the clouds and shone on the earth.

As dawn broke, Ning Wuming and his group began to move. They cautiously crossed the streets and arrived at the city wall. The wall stood tall and heavily guarded. Ning Wuming frowned, thinking to himself: a frontal assault was virtually impossible; they would have to find another way.

Just then, a soldier rushed over, seemingly to deliver some orders. Ning Wusheng had a sudden inspiration and whispered, "Brother, why don't we follow this soldier and see if we can find a breakthrough?"

Ning Wuming nodded, signaling everyone to follow the soldier. They followed the soldier to a secluded corner. It was an inconspicuous little door, but the guards were unusually tight.

Ning Wuming observed carefully and discovered that this should be a secret passage leading to the inner city.

"This is it!" Ning Wuming said softly. "We need to find a way to sneak in."

Ning Wuyu pulled a bottle of sleeping potion from his pocket and laughed, "Leave it to me." With that, he lightly leaped behind a guard and quickly sprinkled the potion into his mouth and nose. The guard collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound. Then, Ning Wuming and the others repeated the process, eliminating the other guards one by one and successfully entering the inner city.

The situation inside the inner city was even more complicated, with patrolling soldiers everywhere.

Ning Wuming and his companions had to proceed with even greater caution. They followed a hidden path and finally arrived at a magnificent military camp—the very camp of Prince Zhao Junqiang of Wu!

Just as they were preparing to investigate further, they suddenly heard hurried footsteps. A messenger rushed over, shouting, "Report! Urgent military situation at the front!"

Ning Wuming and the others quickly hid in the nearby bushes, holding their breath. The messenger went straight to the main hall, clearly unaware of their presence.

The fifth brother, Ning, said in a low voice, "It seems their situation at the front is not good. We need to find a breakthrough as soon as possible and not give them a chance to catch their breath."

After saying this, the three brothers whispered their discussion for a while, then each stepped out of the bushes and quietly made their way towards the military camp.

As they drew closer to the military camp, the tension in the air grew increasingly intense.

Ning Wuming's heartbeat seemed to synchronize with his footsteps, each beat like a knock on the door of fate. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the turmoil within him, but the unease grew wildly like weeds, impossible to suppress.

Just then, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, illuminating the entire palace.

Thunder roared, causing the ground to tremble slightly. At this momentous change in the heavens and earth, the doors of the main hall suddenly opened, and a man in magnificent robes, exuding an imposing presence, stepped out—none other than Prince Zhao Junqiang of Wu!

"Who dares to trespass into my camp?"

Zhao Junqiang's voice was like thunder, echoing throughout the entire space.

His eyes were sharp and deep, as if they could see into people's hearts.

Faced with the sudden questioning, Ning Wuming and the others felt unprecedented pressure. But they did not back down; instead, they straightened their backs and prepared to meet the challenge ahead.

“We…” Ning Wuming began to speak, but was interrupted: “No need for further words. Now that you’re here, I’ll show you what I’m capable of!”

Before he finished speaking, countless soldiers emerged from behind him, armed with weapons, and surrounded Ning Wuming and his group menacingly.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still, and the air was thick with the intense atmosphere of battle.

The two sides were on the verge of a fight.

The two sides immediately became tense, and a thrilling confrontation was about to unfold.

A warrior leaped out from behind Ning Wuming and charged straight at Zhao Junqiang, but was intercepted by Zhao Junqiang's guards, and the two engaged in battle.

Amidst the flashing blades, the warrior moved with agility and unparalleled skill, each strike carrying the force of a thunderbolt, dazzling the onlookers. The guards, however, remained steadfast as rocks, their defense impenetrable, giving their opponent no opening.

In an instant, dust filled the air on the battlefield, and shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth.

Just when everyone thought the situation was going to be deadlocked, suddenly, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

A young man riding a white horse galloped towards them, brandishing a long spear.

This young man was none other than Li Xiaoyao, another important general of the Wu Kingdom.

Li Xiaoyao's appearance made Ning Wuming frown. He knew that this person was exceptionally strong and should not be underestimated.

So he waved for his men to step back and went forward to meet the enemy himself.

The two fought back and forth for hundreds of rounds, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

At the same time, Ning Wusheng and Ning Wuyu, along with their followers, had sneaked into the Lingyang granary and set it on fire. Flames shot into the sky, illuminating half the heavens and the terrified faces of everyone present.

"Oh no! The grain depot has been burned down!" Zhao Junqiang roared, and hurriedly turned his horse around to rush back to the rescue.

But at this moment, he was already caught in the crossfire between Ning Wuyu and Ning Wusheng.

Looking at the approaching enemies and the raging flames, Zhao Junqiang felt an unprecedented fear welling up inside him. He had a premonition that this time, he was probably doomed...

However, at this critical moment, a torrential downpour suddenly fell from the sky, quickly extinguishing the fire.