I started as a concubine, and I made the crown prince cry with my delicious food.

The situation on the battlefield took a dramatic turn in an instant.

The Liang army, which was already on the verge of collapse, was spurred on by Xiao Jingshi's return and unleashed an unprecedented fighting force. They seemed tireless and painless, and every soldier transformed into a vengeful demon, unleashing the rage that had been building up for two months on the enemy in the most primal and bloody way.

In contrast, the barbarian coalition was completely thrown into chaos.

The news that "the Crown Prince of Daliang is not dead" exploded like a bomb in their army.

Especially the Black Wolf tribe, whose princess Yue Zhuo suffered a complete mental breakdown after witnessing Xiao Jingshi's "betrayal" and "return." She was escorted by her guards in a daze, constantly muttering "Impossible... He's mine...", completely losing her ability to command.

If the commander-in-chief is in disarray, the morale of the army will inevitably collapse.

The warriors of the Black Wolf tribe looked at "Lord Canglang," also known as "Crown Prince of Daliang," who was charging around their camp like a demon god, and none of them knew what to do.

Should they obey the princess's orders to kill him, or should they back down in fear of the divine power he had once displayed?

Such hesitation is fatal on the ever-changing battlefield.

Xiao Jingshi was now in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

The wound on his left shoulder was deep, and blood almost stained half of his body, but he seemed to feel no pain. Those killing instincts that were once ingrained in his bones and belonged to the battlefield were completely unleashed at this moment.

With each swing of his longsword, he was destined to take the life of an enemy. His movements were unpredictable and efficient, allowing him to weave through thousands of troops as if they were nothing.

Zhao Yi followed closely behind him, protecting his flank. He looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure of His Highness, like a god of war descending to earth, and felt an unparalleled shock in his heart.

He sensed that the prince, who had returned from amnesia, seemed stronger and more... terrifying than before. The ruthlessness and murderous aura emanating from his very bones sent chills down one's spine.

"Your Highness! We can't hold on any longer, we must retreat to our camp!" Zhao Yi shouted anxiously as he looked at the armies of other barbarian tribes flanking from both sides.

Although Liang Jun's morale was high, the disparity in troop strength and the exhaustion of the army meant that after a brief surge, the army began to show signs of decline.

"Retreat?" Xiao Jingshi sneered, a hint of madness in his voice. "Today, no one is allowed to retreat until they are completely wiped out!"

His gaze was sharp as lightning, quickly sweeping across the entire battlefield.

"Zhao Yi! Listen to my command!" he shouted in an unquestionable tone.

"Your subordinate is here!" Zhao Yi subconsciously straightened his back.

"Take a team and immediately move out all the self-heating hot pots from our camp! Remember, all of them!"

"Huh?" Zhao Yi was stunned.

What time is it? Why are you moving that thing? Are you going to eat on the battlefield?

"Execute the order!" Xiao Jingshi said without explanation, his voice as cold as ice.

"Yes!" Zhao Yi dared not ask any more questions and immediately led a squad of personal guards to rush towards the valley behind them.

Although he didn't know what His Highness was going to do, he trusted him unconditionally.

Xiao Jingshi continued to lead the main force, relentlessly entangled the Black Wolf Tribe, preventing them from having a chance to regroup.

Soon, Zhao Yi returned with his soldiers, carrying dozens of large boxes, panting heavily.

"Your Highness! Everything...everything is here!"

"Good!" Xiao Jingshi forced back a barbarian centurion with his sword, then turned around and ordered, "Take all the 'heating packs' out of the box! Pile them up together!"

Although the soldiers were confused, they immediately carried out the order.

They frantically tore open the packaging of the self-heating hot pots and dumped all the grayish-white "heating packs" inside onto an open space, quickly piling them into a small mountain.

At this moment, the cavalry of the other two barbarian tribes had completed their encirclement and were pressing in from all directions in a dark mass.

Liang Jun's situation has once again become precarious.

"Your Highness, it's too late! Let's retreat!" Zhao Yi's eyes were red with anxiety.

"Don't rush." ​​Xiao Jingshi was unusually calm. He looked at the small mountain of "heated packs" and then at the sky.

The continuous rain shows no sign of stopping.

"Throw all our water bags up there!" He gave the last, and most incomprehensible, order.

The soldiers did as instructed.

Hundreds of water sacks filled with rainwater were thrown onto the pile of quicklime powder.

The water bladder ruptured, and water seeped in.

The next second, an amazing chemical reaction occurred!

"Sizzle—!"

A massive, white plume of steam, carrying a pungent odor, suddenly erupted from the small hill! It wasn't ordinary water vapor, but a high-temperature alkaline gas mixed with lime dust!

In an instant, the entire battlefield was enveloped by this sudden, dense, and impenetrable "white poisonous fog"!

"Ah! My eyes!"

"What the hell is this thing! It's so hot!"

"Cough cough cough!"

The barbarian cavalry at the forefront were instantly overwhelmed by the high-temperature, high-alkalinity steam, causing them to fall and their horses to tumble. Their eyes were burned, their skin scalded, and they inhaled large amounts of dust, writhing on the ground in agony, their cries echoing across the battlefield.

This sudden "divine magic" terrified all the barbarian soldiers!

Where had they ever seen anything like this? In their eyes, this was divine punishment summoned by the Crown Prince of Liang!

"It's witchcraft! It's black magic!"

"He's a devil! He's a devil!"

The barbarian lines collapsed completely. They screamed in terror, turned and fled in panic, trampling each other, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.

The Liang soldiers were also dumbfounded. They stared blankly at the miraculous scene before them, then looked at the Crown Prince, who stood coldly at the edge of the "poisonous fog" with a sword in one hand, his eyes filled with fanatical worship.

"Long live Your Highness!"

I don't know who shouted it first.

"Long live Your Highness! Long live the Great Liang!"

The cheers, as loud as a mountain and as powerful as a tsunami, resounded through the sky.

Xiao Jingshi watched the barbarian army flee in disarray, but felt no joy whatsoever. He simply closed his eyes in exhaustion.

An'an, your things saved me again.

It also saved my 30,000 soldiers.

He could no longer hold on, his body swayed, and he fell straight backward.

"Your Highness!" Zhao Yi exclaimed and rushed forward to support him.

"Immediately...send someone, with the utmost urgency..." Xiao Jingshi whispered in his ear with his last ounce of strength, "Tell the capital..."

"I am still alive."