From cannon fodder villain to beloved heroine

The deafening shouts of battle tore through the air, and the heavy stench of blood filled the air.

On the battlefield, dust filled the air, obscuring the sky, as if the end of the world had arrived.

The clanging of swords, the screams of soldiers, and the neighing of warhorses mingled together, creating a brutal symphony of war.

The male protagonist, Xu, is clad in armor, wielding a long sword, and with piercing eyes, he resembles a god of war.

He took a deep breath, pointed his sword forward, and ordered in a deep voice: "Shieldbearers in front, archers prepare! Fire!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—" Arrows rained down on the enemy, but they were like mud oxen entering the sea. The enemy was too numerous, advancing wave after wave, fearless of death.

Clad in black armor, they surged forward like a steel torrent, instantly suppressing the team led by Xu.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The enemy soldiers, like mad beasts, brandished their swords and hacked and slashed wildly.

The male protagonist and his soldiers fought hard, but gradually felt that they were powerless.

Amidst the flashing swords and clashing blades, soldiers fell one after another, their blood staining the earth red.

The generals watching from the rear all had solemn expressions, and General Li was so anxious that he paced back and forth, with fine beads of sweat appearing on his forehead.

"This...this enemy is too ferocious! If this continues, I'm afraid we..."

Yan Ruyu stood on high ground, taking in the entire situation on the battlefield.

She gripped the handkerchief tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, her heart pounding in her throat.

She knew that if she didn't come up with a solution soon, Xu and his soldiers would likely be in grave danger.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind, and she remembered the information the system had previously provided...

"Oh no!" Yan Ruyu exclaimed, turning and running down the mountain. "Quick! Go and inform Young Master Xu..."

Yan Ruyu rushed down the mountain, grabbed a soldier who came to report the military situation, and said urgently, "Quick! Tell Young Master Xu that the enemy's armor seems indestructible, but there is a weak point under their armpits! Attack there!" The soldier hesitated for a moment, then immediately obeyed and left.

On the battlefield, the male protagonist, Xu, was fighting fiercely. Seeing his brothers fall one by one, he was extremely anxious.

At this moment, a messenger brought news of Yan Ruyu.

Upon hearing this, Xu, the male protagonist, raised his longsword and shouted, "Brothers, the enemy's armpits are their weak points, concentrate your attack!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately changed tactics and began attacking the enemy soldiers under their armpits.

The once-fierce enemy army crumbled instantly, like a punctured balloon.

They clutched their armpits in terror and collapsed to the ground in pain, their once orderly ranks now in complete disarray, scattering like headless flies.

"Hahaha! That's exhilarating!" Seeing this, the soldiers' morale soared, and their excited battle cries shook the heavens and the earth.

The swords in their hands were like the scythe of death, reaping the lives of the enemy.

Standing on high ground, Yan Ruyu looked at Xu, the male protagonist, who was as brave as a war god on the battlefield, and her heart was filled with pride and love.

Her gaze followed him intently, as if she wanted to etch his every move into her heart.

Xu, the male protagonist, seemed to sense something and looked up in the direction where Yan Ruyu was.

Their eyes met, and he saw deep love and support in her eyes.

A warm current surged through his heart, and he felt full of power, making the sword in his hand even sharper.

The soldiers around them looked on with envy at the sight.

"Look at them, our young master Xu and young lady Yan are a match made in heaven!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the enemy commander turned pale and slammed his fist on the table.

"Damn it! Pass down the order to send out elite troops..."

The enemy commander was furious and dispatched his elite troops, each clad in heavy armor and wielding sharp blades, like tigers descending from the mountain, to pounce menacingly on General Li's army.

General Li was fearless and roared, "Well done! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" Holding a long sword, he took the lead and engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy's elite troops.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying blood and flesh, the battlefield instantly transformed into a carnage.

In the rear, Yan Ruyu commanded with composure, allocating supplies such as food and weapons to ensure a continuous supply to the front lines.

Her eyes shone brightly as she surveyed the battlefield, calmly analyzing the situation.

With strategist Sun by her side, offering advice from time to time, the two worked together seamlessly, like Zhuge Liang and Huang Yueying reborn.

"Report! The enemy's elite troops have fallen into the trap!" the scout reported.

Yan Ruyu's lips curled up slightly, revealing a confident smile.

"Alright! Close the net!"

The enemy's elite troops were trapped in a muddy swamp, like flies caught in a spider web, unable to move.

They struggled in terror, but sank deeper and deeper, their desperate cries echoing through the sky.

Upon seeing this, the soldiers cheered and their morale soared.

Xu, the male protagonist, seized the opportunity, raised his long sword, and shouted, "Brothers, charge! Today is the day to make a name for ourselves!" He took the lead and led his soldiers to charge towards the enemy like tigers descending a mountain.

The enemy remnants were already routed, and under Xu's leadership, the soldiers swept through the enemy ranks, leaving no one alive.

On the battlefield, smoke filled the air and blood flowed like a river.

The male protagonist stood proudly, his body covered in blood, yet it could not conceal his heroic spirit.

He looked around at the routed enemy army and felt a surge of pride.

Yan Ruyu watched him from afar.

“Ayu…” The male protagonist spurred his horse toward Yan Ruyu, dismounted, and pulled her into his arms. “We won.”

Yan Ruyu hugged him tightly, feeling his body temperature, her heart filled with joy and happiness.

"This time, thanks to you..."

"Shh..." Yan Ruyu placed her finger on his lips, "Between us, there's no need for thanks..." She looked up at him, her gaze gentle as water, "However, what you promised me..."