Traveling from ancient times to the present: The general’s live broadcast of farming

All white.

Nangong Ying stood in nothingness, everything in front of her eyes was hazy, and there was a "beeping" sound in her ears. She looked around with some confusion.

She remembered that she fell off a cliff and although she tried her best to save herself she was unable to stop herself.

Where is this now?

She took a few tentative steps forward.

There was a sudden silence.

The thick fog in front of her eyes gradually dissipated, and the modern cotton clothes on her body suddenly turned into the battle robe and armor she was most familiar with. Looking around, she saw flying yellow sand, roaring war horses, and the faces she was most familiar with were right in front of her, and her long-lost friends were all by her side.

This is the world she is most familiar with.

Just as she was sighing in her heart, her personal soldiers came quickly.

Nangong Ying's eyes suddenly turned red.

After the Battle of Lanshan, her personal soldier died on the battlefield. She personally buried the body and sewed back his severed arm, then brought him back to the Nangong clan's land outside the capital for burial.

It should be before the Battle of Arashiyama. The personal soldier is still standing alive in front of her, with his headscarf fluttering in the hot sun as he reports the news.

"General, there is a man on horseback blocking the road ahead. Do you want to capture him?"

Not getting a response, the soldier raised his eyes slightly and looked at him in confusion, but he saw his general's slightly red eyes.

Over the years, the general's eyes have only turned red with blood on the battlefield. Now the general's eyes are abnormally red, and he looks like he's about to cry...

But how could the general cry?

"General, what happened to you? Has your old injury relapsed? Military doctor! Military doctor!" The personal soldiers began to call for the military doctor in a hurry.

The general was covered in injuries, most likely due to the recurrence of old injuries caused by marching too fast.

Nangong Ying's emotions stopped and he spoke out to stop her, "It's okay, no need to call a military doctor."

"Just now you said someone was blocking the road?"

"Yes!" The guard looked up again suspiciously, and after making sure everything was alright, he continued, "That man said he had something to present to the general. Seeing that he was dressed inappropriately, the others didn't want to report it, but he blocked the way and refused to give way. We are still in the territory of Southern Chu, so they didn't dare to resort to force on their own, so they asked me to come and ask for instructions."

"Neither fish nor fowl?" Nangong Ying repeated the word in a low voice, recalling carefully in his mind what had happened here.

The personal guard stood up and said, "It is said that he has black hair tied with a jade crown, and is dressed like a monk, but he is wearing a pair of expensive boots on his feet, and there is a scent bag and a jade disk hanging around his waist, and the sword in his hand is complicated and exquisite..."

It's him!

Nangong Ying suddenly turned his head and looked towards the front of the team.

She remembered that this was before the Battle of Arashiyama, and she was leading her army to attack Arashiyama. According to the schedule, they would reach Arashiyama, the border between the two countries, before dawn tomorrow.

It was a fierce battle. Although she won this crucial battle for the Southern Chu Kingdom, the Nangong army lost more than half of its troops. She was also seriously injured and was taken back to Kyoto by the Queen's sister to recuperate for a long time until she had an accident.

On the way to Arashiyama, a man stopped her and gave her something that unexpectedly saved her life.

"Continue to rest here, I'll go meet him." Nangong Ying clenched the sword in his hand, jumped on his horse and galloped away.

The guards watched her leave from behind, wondering, "When did the general get to know such a weird person?"

A soldier touched her arm and said, "What is the general doing? Apart from killing enemies and meeting the queen, I have never seen her so anxious."

"Don't ask questions!" The soldier rolled his eyes and left.

She doesn't even know, how could these reckless men want to know?

As she thought about it, she walked towards the front of the team, muttering to herself, "I'll just watch from a distance. If the general is in danger, I can rush over to help..."