A female military doctor traveled through time and was forced to love by a cruel prince

Zi Sangyu, who was ordered to lead his troops to Fengcheng, set off early the next morning.

Fengcheng is an important city on the northeastern border of the Southern Han Kingdom.

It has a vast territory and abundant resources, and is also the granary of the Southern Han Kingdom.

The majority of people in Fengcheng are Han Chinese, who have lived here for generations.

During this period, the northwest region suffered from severe drought every year, and countless victims migrated to Fengcheng every year.

These disaster victims were unable to integrate into the local society, so they settled down in a remote area of ​​the uninhabited Fengcheng and named themselves Yancheng.

As time passed, Yancheng expanded and gradually invaded other cities.

As a result, disputes continued, and sometimes people would fight over a small piece of land, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

Over time, the Yancheng clan and the Fengcheng clan each expanded their armed forces, and the officers and soldiers of Fengcheng also joined the fight with Yancheng.

In a short period of time, there were countless private soldiers in Fengcheng, forming a terrifying armed force that threatened the imperial court.

In recent years, the imperial court has intervened from time to time but with little effect. What is even more frightening is that they are competing for limited land resources.

They have joined forces to extend their claws to the nearby Xingcheng and Ancheng.

And it directly threatened Lingcheng and Yicheng. Such cannibalism is unacceptable.

In Xingcheng and Ancheng, a lot of fertile land has been encroached upon by the refugees and the original tribes of Fengcheng.

Several threatened cities turned to the court for help.

All along, Zi Sangyu has been dragging his poisonous body across the borders of the Southern Han Kingdom.

Wherever the famous war king goes, he will deter the bandits.

He was exhausted from running around and suffered physically and mentally.

In the past two years, he was sent to pacify the combined forces of the famine-fighting tribes and the Fengcheng native tribes.

The refugees and the native tribes of Fengcheng, who were originally fighting with each other, have now become one.

Not only did they encroach on neighboring cities, they even dared to unite and jointly use military force to fight against the imperial court.

Zi Sangyu led a large army and rode at full speed, making rapid progress without stopping.

That night, the deafening sound of horse hooves gradually approached, making all creatures in the wild silent.

A group of people came closer from afar, and the bright moonlight shone on their armor, emitting a cold light.

The unsheathed sword gleamed.

Zi Sangyu is clad in armor, tall, handsome, brave and majestic, and his words and actions are full of dominance.

In front of us is the towering Jianmen Pass with dangerous terrain.

The galloping horse had its reins tied, hot air coming out of its mouth and nose, but it was still eager to try.

Jianmen Pass is the only way to enter Fengcheng.

But the terrain here is characterized by high and steep mountains, and layer upon layer of cliffs.

At the foot of the mountain, a path winds its way forward.

When the horses reach here, they can only move forward in small steps. Once they enter, if they encounter an ambush, they will be doomed.

Zi Sangyu looked up at the mountain pointing straight to the sky. His handsome eyes turned into eagle eyes at this moment, looking down from the top of the mountain.

The cold wind howled and the war horses pawed the ground.

The soldiers on horseback loosened their hands on the reins, and everyone stared at the King of War with their bright eyes in the darkness.

As long as that gesture is made, everyone will rush forward.

But the War King sensed a hint of danger.

Without hesitation, he issued the order: "Retreat two miles. Set up camp and continue tomorrow morning."

"Yes!" Ye Chun rode his horse forward and backward to observe the terrain, and finally led everyone back to the woods two miles away.

The well-trained soldiers dismounted and set up camp quietly.

Was it the sound of retreating horses' hooves that startled something?

As soon as they retreated, they heard a "whooshing" sound. Upon hearing this sound, everyone immediately determined that it was the sound of a flying arrow.

And the shining eagle eyes in the distance have focused on the source of the sound.

I saw that thousands of swords were fired at the same time, carrying light and cold air, and every arrow fell on the place where they had just left.

Everyone watched from afar.

Thinking about it, it was fortunate that Zi Sangyu made a decisive decision just now and they did not advance at night. If they had not evacuated in time, they would have been ambushed.

That would be a fatal loss.

After the arrow fell, a group of masked men in black, holding swords shining with cold light, rushed down the cliff and ran towards the bushes.

The war horses roared softly upon hearing the sound, and they could not hold back and rushed out of the woods.

The soldiers looked at their leader in the darkness.

Zi Sangyu's eyes flashed coldly as he looked at the approaching man in black, then he retracted his gaze with contempt.

He roared like a lion: "Kill!"

“Kill…!” The roar of the soldiers was deafening.

The warhorse raised its front hooves and angrily rushed towards the man in black, and the hero on the horse swung his sword and chopped fiercely.

In the darkness of night, the two sides fought each other, and the sound of sharp blades clashing echoed through the night.

Soon, there was a smell of blood and screams from the men in black who were chopped.

The men in black were all very skilled, but they were defeated because they fought on the ground and were no match for the warriors on horseback.

Besides, Zi Sangyu’s fierce soldiers are the result of his meticulous training, the elite among the elite.

Facing these black-clad men with superb martial arts skills is basically a piece of cake.

In the melee, the leader of the men in black recognized the tall and brave Zi Sangyu as the leader.

He held up a big knife that was shining with cold light, jumped onto a galloping warhorse, and flew towards Zi Sangyu.

The waving sword chopped over.

Zi Sangyu turned sideways, grabbed the reins tightly, turned over and got close to the horse's belly, avoiding the knife.

While jumping onto the horse's back, he drew his bow and arrow, and several poisoned arrows flew towards the body of the leader of the men in black.

The man in black used the sword in his hand to deflect the arrows flying towards him.

He crouched down, pulled out a dagger from his boots and threw it at Zi Sang Yu's vital points.

Zi Sangyu drew the sword from his waist, swung his arm, and the sword in his hand drew dazzling silver arcs.

Prevent the opponent's broadsword or short knife from getting close.

While the opponent was trying to pull out the dagger from between his boots again, Zi Sangyu's sword, drawing a silver arc, flew towards the opponent's arm, penetrated it, and stuck into the tree branch.

With a scream, the other fell off his horse. He looked at Zi Sangyu in horror and growled, "Zi Sangyu...!"

Zi Sangyu raised his noble head, smiled, stretched out his hand to pick up the arrow, drew the bow to its full length, and released it suddenly.

Rows of arrows immediately flew towards the fallen leader of the men in black.

With one arm broken, he rolled on the ground, dodging the sharp arrows that shot at him, and shouted in a low voice: "Retreat!"

Hearing the noise, the men in black rushed forward and carried him away in a panic.

Zi Sangyu jumped up and landed on the saddle, pulling the bow and shooting the arrow with both hands quickly.

The soldiers had blocked the black-clad men's retreat and drew their bows to shoot arrows.

Zi Sangyu roared: "Kill, kill, kill!"

The soldiers shouted wildly: "Kill, kill, kill!"

Because the commander had lost his arms and was unable to fight, the fighting effectiveness of the men in black was greatly reduced.

Faced with an opponent as brave as ever, they could only scream and flee in embarrassment.

It was already dark at night, and the soldiers dismounted from their horses and began hand-to-hand combat with the enemy.

Zi Sangyu sat on his tall warhorse, scanning the battlefield. Ye Chun had already tied the leader of the men in black to a tree trunk.