Chapter 1 Prisoners of War (Revised) Born so seductively, yet killed like this...
It was dead silent and desolate. The sky was obscured by smoke and dust, and even the sunlight could not penetrate the thick haze. A half-rolled battle flag was torn by the wind and burned to ashes on the scorched earth, leaving the scene in ruins.
Deep in the dark red soil are buried faces filled with fear, unwillingness and despair.
The tip of the spear glowed coldly, reflecting Fang Yilan's pale, terrified face. The red tassel was soaked into a dark red and kept dripping.
The red tasseled spear was no longer a performance prop that she relied on for her livelihood, but a weapon that was so real that it was frightening.
Fang Yilan traveled through time.
Before she traveled through time, she was on set, rehearsing the action sequence for the heroine of a large-scale costume drama. They were filming a long shot of the heroine being shot by an arrow and falling from the city wall.
However, he didn't expect that the wire safety buckle suddenly broke, Fang Yilan lost his balance and fell straight down from a height.
When she regained consciousness, she found herself on a Shura-like battlefield, with swords clashing and shouts of killing shaking the sky.
Fang Yilan couldn't believe that such a bizarre thing as time travel really happened in this world. She even thought it was just a nightmare. When she woke up, she found herself on another filming set.
What woke her from the chaos was a hoarse roar, and she saw an enemy soldier with a ferocious face, holding a cold sword high and swinging towards her.
A strong desire to live drove her to raise the spear in her hand to block the attack. The spear and the sword collided violently, shaking her arm.
The next moment, the enemy soldier in front of her suddenly vomited blood and fell towards her like a puppet with broken strings.
"General, are you okay?"
But the situation was urgent, and the soldier had no time to speak. He locked onto the attacking enemy soldiers around him, quickly attacked, and plunged back into the battle.
Not long after, the enemy general looked around and saw that his soldiers were retreating step by step and gradually unable to resist.
He knew the situation was hopeless, and that continuing to fight blindly would result in the annihilation of his entire army. He gritted his teeth, raised the flagpole in his hand, and shouted unwillingly, "Retreat!"
Upon hearing the order, the enemy quickly turned around and retreated.
The war drums had stopped, Fang Yilan silently pulled the reins lightly, and returned with the marching troops.
This dynasty was completely inconsistent with the history she was familiar with, and she had no idea when a completely unfamiliar memory was integrated into her body, as if another life was implanted deep in her soul.
Fang Yilan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, secretly lamenting what kind of bad luck he had encountered. The difficulty of the game was hellish as soon as he came through.
She traveled through time and space and became the youngest daughter of Marquis Dingyuan. She studied martial arts with her father and brother since she was a child, and was as capable as any man.
However, fate was cruel. Fang Yilan had just come of age for a few years when her brother and father died in the battlefield one after another. Several cities were annexed by Xiling one after another, which shocked the court and the public.
Emperor Jingwen was furious. Under this heavy pressure, Yilan had no way to retreat and was forced to accept the heavy military order.
The imperial edict was resolute, ordering her to recover all the lost territories within six months. Otherwise, the glory of the Marquisate would be shattered, the plaque hanging high on the Marquisate's mansion would be removed, and the military power would be completely taken away.
And now, there are only four months left until the agreed time.
Four months, and three cities left.
Why not just kill her now with a knife? Why torture her for another four months?
A chaotic sound of horse hooves brought Fang Yilan back to his senses.
Lieutenant General Lin stroked his graying beard and asked in a deep voice, "General, you seem very abnormal today. What happened?"
"I just remembered some trivial things." Fang Yilan herself was confused by the current situation and could only find some excuses to avoid his questioning.
She received neither a system task nor a cheat code. She was pushed forward in this chaotic situation and couldn't even find time to calm down and think.
There is only fighting ahead, so survive first and worry about other things later.
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As we entered the military camp, we saw several soldiers standing guard over a group of ragged prisoners of war. Their hands and feet were bound by iron chains as thick as their wrists, and they had various injuries on their bodies.
As his eyes wandered, Fang Yilan's gaze suddenly met with a pair of dark jade eyes in the crowd.
What a stunning face...
Just as everyone's attention was focused on Fang Yilan, a prisoner of war suddenly rushed out from the crowd.
Taking advantage of the relaxed guard of the surrounding soldiers, he suddenly burst out with brute force, pulled out a sharp dagger from his sleeve, and cut Fang Yilan's throat viciously.
"General, be careful!" The man who was looking at her suddenly shouted a warning with his pupils shrinking.
Fang Yilan sensed the attack and bent backward, and the short knife almost passed by the tip of her nose.
She tapped the ground with her right spear to gain leverage, and kicked with her left leg, hitting the dagger accurately. With a clang, the dagger flew out of her hand, spun around, and flew several feet away.
Without a weapon, the followers around him rushed forward and stabbed the man in the chest several times. He was instantly killed on the ground and stopped breathing.
Fang Yilan was still in shock, obviously frightened by this sudden change, and the expression on her face instantly became cold.
The guarding soldier saw Fang Yilan's face change and was afraid of being punished by her, so he pounced on the group of prisoners, punching and kicking them like rain, each blow filled with resentment.
The general's face flushed crimson as he gritted his teeth, "General, these prisoners are truly despicable. Keeping them will only lead to endless trouble. Why not just execute them all right here!"
When Fang Yilan heard this, the nerve that had finally loosened up became tense again. Why would he kill someone again for no reason?
She suppressed her inner panic and quickly reached out to stop the enraged men. She said in a deep voice, "Don't act rashly. Put them in jail. I will personally interrogate them later."
Inside the prison, there was a cold air mixed with a faint smell of blood, and the chill was biting.
The guards carefully supported Fang Yilan, who had taken off his armor, and walked steadily towards the judge's seat hanging high above the steps.
Fang Yilan raised his eyes and looked down, and saw whips, pliers, branding irons and other torture instruments displayed on the side of the prison.
Thinking that these torture instruments might come in handy later, her heart skipped a beat and her hair stood on end. She hurriedly picked up the white jade teacup on the table, brought it to her lips, and took a sip to calm her nerves.
This costume drama is still restrained...
After Fang Yilan sat down, the guards reached out and grabbed the prisoners. Everyone retreated, dodging left and right in panic.
A thin child of seven or eight years old was pushed to the front of the crowd because he was unable to react in time, and was then dragged forward by the guards like a chicken.
The child's eyes were full of fear. He kicked the ground with his feet and struggled with all his might, but how could he compete with a grown man with that strength?
At this moment, a tall man in a green shirt spontaneously walked out from the crowd.
He just opened his lips slightly and said, "Let me go first." His voice was clear and pleasant.
Seeing this, the guard snorted coldly, grabbed the man roughly, and held him back.
He was forced to bend his knees and kneel down in front of Fang Yilan.
Fang Yilan raised her eyebrows and looked up and down at the man in front of her.
The man calmly raised his head and met her gaze, his face, like a white jade bodhi tree, becoming visible. His features were deep, his nose was straight, and his features were sharply defined. Although his face was stained with dust and dirt, his eyes and eyebrows revealed an air of elegance that was difficult to conceal.
He said in a calm and composed manner, "My name is Zhao Huaixu, and my ancestral home is Ruining Jiangcheng."
"Some time ago, there was a great turmoil in Xiling, so I wanted to take the opportunity to escape back to my homeland. However, I was caught by the people of the prefect Kangrao when I was leaving the city. Since then, I have been imprisoned in the government office until I was rescued by the general's people."
After a little thought, Fang Yilan turned his gaze to the guard beside him with a questioning look in his eyes.
The guard understood and explained respectfully, "General, when we were ordered to surround the prefect's residence, we discovered this group of people in the prison."
He then added, "The situation was urgent. Seeing them imprisoned, we brought them all back. We didn't know why they were being held, and we weren't sure how to properly handle them, so we had no choice but to detain them in the barracks and await the general's decision."
Fang Yilan stroked the teacup in her hand and asked, "If you are from Jiangcheng, why did you come all the way to Kangrao?"
Zhao Huaixu's throat rolled, his eyes flickered, and he was silent for a while before speaking: "My family was destroyed and I was exiled here."
"The war is imminent, why are you fleeing in such a hurry?" Fang Yilan asked doubtfully.
"General, you may not know that Xiling saw Ruining's aggressive advance and knew they could not resist. They searched the city to capture Ruining's people, regardless of age or gender, and took them all to the front line to fill the gaps. They hoped to let the Ruining people kill each other and use this despicable method to weaken our forces. With no other choice, we had no choice but to take the risk and escape."
Xiling's customs and practices were quite different, and the people there did indeed have many distinct differences in appearance compared to the people of the Central Plains. Fang Yilan carefully examined the group of people before him, and saw that their facial features indeed bore typical Ruining characteristics.
"Do you have any proof?"
Zhao Huaixu calmly explained, "They were all taken away and burned by the prefect."
The guard said impatiently, "General, I think he's just teasing us. How dare he brazenly claim to be from Ruining without any proof? Besides, they might be working together, colluding to assassinate you!"
Zhao Huaixu explained earnestly, "That man is definitely not one of us. We've been imprisoned in this dungeon for five days. I can't say I remember everyone's faces by heart, but I remember about 70% of them."
"That man alone looked strangely unfamiliar. He must have quietly blended into the crowd yesterday evening. Zhao was suspicious, so he had been secretly watching him. When he suddenly attacked, he was terrified. Fearing that something might happen to the general, he quickly warned him."
Fang Yilan's thoughts came back to him, and he remembered that this man had indeed warned him before.
The crowd behind him also heard the voice and nodded in unison, muttering, "Yes, yes, please understand, General."
The guard was not willing to believe it. He bent down, picked up the red-hot seal, and was about to brand the suspicious man's face with the seal of guilt.
"What nonsense! How can a prisoner like you have the right to speak so arrogantly in the Marquis' Mansion?"
Fang Yilan felt her scalp tingle as she looked at the red-hot iron. She couldn't bear to witness the tragedy unfolding before her eyes. Suddenly, an idea struck her mind, and she remembered a line from the female lead in the script. She immediately spoke out to dissuade them, "Wait a minute."
The guard raised his head and saw the man in the hall raise his eyebrows slightly and a playful smile appeared on his face.
Fang Yilan was casually playing with a dagger in her hand. She walked slowly to Zhao Huaixu, leaned over, and patted his face with the flat of the knife. "Look at your eyebrows and eyes, you are so seductive. It would be pointless to kill you like this. Why don't you stay by my side and warm my bed?"
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