Reborn and returned, sisters swapped

Outside the tents, soldiers moved back and forth, their neat boots making a dull thud on the sand.

Smoke curled from the chimneys, and simple military rations were being cooked on several makeshift stoves. Soldiers sat in twos and threes, eating silently, their faces etched with exhaustion and determination.

Zhao Lingfeng stood in the tent, his gaze wandering over the map, occasionally lost in thought.

Since he took command of the army, the border war has been complex and ever-changing. The enemy is not only good at mobile warfare, but also skilled in guerrilla tactics. They often launch surprise attacks at night to disrupt Zhao Lingfeng's defenses.

Faced with such an opponent, Zhao Lingfeng knew that brute force alone would not be enough to deal with him.

He must remain calm and wait for the best opportunity to strike.

The deputy general Xu Shengzhan stood beside him, looking nervous: "General, the enemy scouts have repeatedly probed our defenses. I'm afraid they won't give up tonight."

Zhao Lingfeng nodded slightly, his gaze still fixed on the map, and calmly said, "Their surprise attack is nothing more than a test of strength and weakness, nothing to worry about."

But it is precisely this kind of harassment that is most effective at eroding our troops' morale. If they make a move tonight, I have a plan to deal with it.”

He lightly traced the edge of the map with his finger, pointing to a narrow valley, one of the possible routes the enemy might take to attack.

Zhao Lingfeng had already anticipated the enemy's movements; the harassment of the past few days was merely a prelude to tonight's large-scale attack.

"Order all units to strengthen their defenses. Archers must hold their positions and not make any rash moves," Zhao Lingfeng instructed in a low voice, his tone firm and leaving no room for doubt. Xu Shengzhan received the order and immediately went to relay it.

As night deepened, the moonlight was obscured by dark clouds, and the camp fell into silence.

Only the flickering firelight in the tents could be seen; the soldiers were fully armed and ready to go, and the archers stood at attention, prepared to deal with any sudden enemy attack.

Soon, a low horn sounded in the distance, and the enemy's torches could be vaguely seen approaching like sparks.

Zhao Lingfeng stood in the center of the camp, his eyes sharp, staring intently at the enemy's movements in the distance.

As the enemy forces gradually approached, his hand slowly rested on the sword at his waist, his imposing presence as firm as a mountain, his calm demeanor exuding an unshakeable aura.

Suddenly, the enemy roared, and the bugle call to charge sounded.

Hundreds of enemy cavalrymen charged toward Zhao Lingfeng's camp like ferocious beasts, raising clouds of dust and displaying overwhelming force.

At the same time, the enemy infantry followed closely behind, attempting to use the impact of the cavalry to tear apart Zhao Lingfeng's defenses.

"Archers, fire!" Zhao Lingfeng coldly ordered. The bowstrings twanged, and a rain of arrows rained down on the enemy's front ranks, catching the first wave of enemy cavalry off guard.

The battlefield was filled with roars. The enemy's charge became chaotic under the rain of arrows, and the infantry in the rear ranks also fell into chaos due to the collapse of the front ranks.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lingfeng's lips curled up slightly, and a cold smile appeared in his eyes.

Although the enemy's surprise attack was fierce, he had already laid a trap, waiting for the enemy to walk right into it.

"All troops, listen to my command! Encircle them from both flanks and cut off their retreat!" Zhao Lingfeng gave the order, and the soldiers lying in ambush on both sides moved swiftly.

Like a tiger descending a mountain, they charged into the enemy's flank, and with the support of the archers, they instantly surrounded the enemy.

On the battlefield, swords flashed and shouts of killing shook the sky.

Zhao Lingfeng stood on his horse at the front of the formation, his long sword drawn, the blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight.

His eyes were sharp as he stared intently at several generals in the core of the enemy forces.

The decision made at this moment will determine the success or failure of the entire situation.

"Charge!" Zhao Lingfeng shouted, spurring his horse's flanks. The warhorse neighed and galloped forward.

His personal guard followed closely behind, like tigers emerging from the mountains, charging straight into the enemy camp.

The warhorses galloped wildly, shaking the ground. Although the enemy's formation was tight, they were thrown into chaos by Zhao Lingfeng's sudden and fierce attack.

Zhao Lingfeng swung his sword horizontally, the blade flashing like lightning, the sharp edge instantly slicing through the air.

Before an enemy general could react, a "thud" was heard as a long sword swept across his neck, blood splattering everywhere. The man fell to the ground dead before he could even scream.

Zhao Lingfeng's movements were swift and decisive, giving the enemy no chance to retaliate.

Then, another enemy general roared and charged forward on horseback, his spear aimed straight at Zhao Lingfeng's chest.