Time Travel: I'm a Flower Thief

Outside the Forbidden City, another fierce battle was taking place.

The Southern and Northern Frontier armies, one on the left and one on the right, formed a dense, dark mass and clashed violently with Wang Yan's 20,000 iron cavalry.

Situ Rui waved his command flag: "One-Character Long Dragon Formation, move!"

The 20,000 iron cavalrymen immediately came to life.

When still, it is an iron wall; when it moves, it becomes an iron whip.

With a sudden swing of its dragon head, it fiercely rammed into the side of the Southern Frontier Army.

It's not a head-on collision, but a diagonal cut that tears open a gash.

The vanguard of the Southern Xinjiang army tried to encircle them, but as soon as their formation changed, the dragon's tail had already swept over them.

The cavalry charged, spears thrusting wildly, and the rear guard of the Southern Frontier Army was immediately thrown into chaos.

"Strike its head, and its tail will follow."

The War God of Southern Frontier, Armor King, roared: "Split your forces! Cut them off in half!"

As soon as the central force penetrated, the dragon's head and tail suddenly coiled back, like a giant python strangling and binding the two isolated armies tightly in the middle.

Iron hooves trampled over them, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Strike the center, and both the head and the tail will be reached."

The Northern Frontier Army pressed in from the other side, attempting to encircle them.

Situ Rui changed his command flag again.

The long dragon formation suddenly broke in the middle, splitting into two.

They transformed into two smaller dragons, one turning around to entangle the vanguard of the Northern Frontier Army, and the other rushing straight towards the central army of the Southern Frontier Army.

The formations changed so quickly that the northern and southern armies were a bit confused.

Wang Yan stood in the middle of the formation, watching the northern and southern armies being routed, his eyes filled with admiration.

He turned to look at Situ Rui beside him and laughed loudly:

"Sir, your military strategy is divine. This long dragon formation is truly ever-changing and flexible, combining offense and defense."

With just a few command flags, they threw both the northern and southern armies into complete disarray. Their skill was truly astounding; I've certainly seen something amazing today!

Upon hearing this, Situ Rui bowed slightly, his expression humble, and replied with a smile:

"This formation is the most inconspicuous of the many formations my master has researched, but it is practical and easy to set up."

His other formations were truly exquisite and full of profound mysteries, but my talent is limited, and I have not been able to master them all.

So I chose this method, which is the easiest to implement and most suitable for the battlefield, and I hope Your Highness will forgive my poor choice.

Upon hearing this, Wang Yan waved his hands repeatedly, his admiration growing even stronger.

"Sir, you are too modest. Such a unique formation is already rare in the world. Your ability to use it with such skill is truly extraordinary. If it were anyone else, they would never have such attainments."

Situ Rui's gaze returned to the battlefield, and he smiled faintly:

"Your Highness is too kind. The battle situation is critical at the moment. Let's observe for now and not give the remaining enemy a chance to counterattack."

Wang Yan nodded, looked at the battlefield before him, and his gaze sharpened: "Then I will also lend a helping hand to my fellow soldiers."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and took a large bow from his personal guard.

The bow was made of iron, and the arrows were armor-piercing arrows.

He would draw his bow like a full moon, gazing northward, aiming not at the general, but at the banner—the great flag.

"Whoosh—"

At the forefront of the Southern Frontier Army, the flag bearer was struck in the throat by an arrow and fell from his horse without uttering a sound.

The flag swayed and then fell.

The vanguard of the Southern Frontier Army paused slightly.

In that brief moment of hesitation, a "little dragon" had already charged in, its hooves trampling the fallen military flag into the mud.

Wang Yan drew his bow again.

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

"Whoosh—"

Three arrows in quick succession.

The three captains of the Northern Frontier Army who were at the forefront fell from their horses.

Under the banner, Situ Rui glanced at Wang Yan and nodded: "Your Highness has impressive arm strength; this should be around the level of a five-stone bow."

Wang Yan casually tossed the bow back to his personal guard, reined in his horse, and stood still, his cloak fluttering in the wind, exuding an air of heroic spirit.

"Sir, you flatter me. I merely relied on my strong bow and sharp arrows to display a bit of reckless courage. Compared to your strategic planning and decisive battle tactics, I am far inferior."

"Your Highness is too modest. Courage and strategy combined are the true way to defeat the enemy. Now that both of their armies are in disarray, it is the perfect time to settle the score in one battle!"

As he spoke, he raised the flag and pressed it forward sharply.

This is the order for the general offensive.

The 20,000 iron cavalrymen's momentum changed instantly.

If he was a python waiting for its chance to strike just now, he is now a dragon that has gone mad.

kill!

Rush!

The army arrived, and the northern and southern armies could not hold out.

Although there were many of them, they were divided by Situ Rui's formation and could not work together as a cohesive force.

The front lines are fighting, the rear is in chaos, and the central army is hesitating.

Wang Yan, full of vigor, drew his sword, pointed it forward, and shouted only one word: "Kill."

His three thousand most elite cavalry guards, like a red-hot knife, followed him and pierced into the thickest part of the enemy's defenses.

Situ Rui hurriedly ordered his four guards, Shan Wuling, Hai Wuya, Chuan Wujie, and Ze Wubo, to step forward and protect Wang Yan.

Immediately following, the command flags fluttered like the wind, and the two "little dragons" transformed into a cone formation and a wedge formation, charging forward from both sides to clear the way for Wang Yan, this "sharp knife."

Three bloody paths tore straight towards the Forbidden City from the center of the battlefield.

The Northern Frontier War God, Kuang Tie, and the Southern Frontier War God, Kai Wang, gazed at each other from afar, both seeing the disheveled state in the other's eyes.

Both the northern and southern armies were already in complete disarray, with corpses strewn across the fields. Continuing to fight would only lead to certain death.

They never imagined that their invincible armored army would be routed and left with corpses strewn across the battlefield by the enemy's unpredictable formation.

Who are they?

One of them, in the northern frontier, defeated the northern wolf clans so much that they dared not set foot in the heart of the Central Plains for more than a decade!

One in southern Xinjiang is fighting against the Jiuli tribe, a protracted tug-of-war that has resulted in a 50/50 stalemate.

Now, however, it has been utterly defeated and its structure has crumbled.

"Retreat! Retreat towards the Forbidden City!"

With a roar, the two men led their remaining troops in a desperate charge, carving a bloody path to break through the encirclement.

They hadn't gone far when they were met head-on by motorcycles blocking their way.

However, ordinary cavalrymen who went forward to surround them could not get close to the two men at all.

When the Mad Iron King slashes with his sword, a series of men and horses fall to the ground; when the Armor King sweeps his spear horizontally, armor shatters and men fly away.

The two war gods unleashed their ferocity and became unstoppable, and for a time, no one could defeat them.

Situ Rui glanced at him coldly and ordered sharply, "Four guards, seize him!"

With no mountains, no seas, no rivers, and no waves, they spurred their horses forward in response.

The four of them moved swiftly, splitting into two groups and blocking the way for Kuang Tie and Kai Wang.

Mountains have no edges, rivers have no boundaries, facing the War God of the Southern Frontier—King Armor.

The sea is boundless, the marsh is calm, and he faces the Northern Frontier War God—Mad Iron.

Two against one, just right.

......

On the other side, at Wang Jiling's command, Yu Shinan roared to the sky: "Where are the Qi Refiners of the Imperial Observatory?!"

Before the words were finished, a sound of clothes rustling through the air suddenly rang out in the Forbidden City, and two hundred Qi Refiners leaped out from the Eight Directions Array Eye.

They stood on spiritual energy, hovering above the city walls like clouds and tides, their aura terrifying.

Yu Shinan's eyes widened, and he uttered a powerful, earth-shattering incantation:

"Qian above, Kun below, Zhen to the left, Xun to the right, Li to the south, Kan to the north, Gen to the northeast, Dui to the southwest!"

"The fortune of the Great Sheng Dynasty, spanning three hundred years, is gathered in one line—!"

"yes--"

Two hundred Qi cultivators simultaneously unleashed golden light from their palms and shouted in unison:

"Heaven is the guide, Earth is the support, Thunder is the power, and Wind is the momentum!"

Fire is the sharp edge, water is the shield, mountain is the guard, and lake is the passage!

Three hundred years of Heavenly Fortune, transformed into lightning, kill—!