Quick Transmigration: The Pregnant Little Fairy is Pampered by the Heirless Boss

Chapter 410 The Little Doctor Girl Knows How to Pamper and Flirt (Part 5)

The war drums thundered, shaking the heavens.

One hundred thousand iron cavalry from the Southern Rong pressed in, their dark, imposing army surging forward like a tidal wave, their armor gleaming coldly under the blazing sun.

The leader, Tuoba Rong, the eldest prince of the Southern Rong, held a curved sword and grinned as he looked at the Xuanjia Army, who were waiting in full battle formation opposite him.

"Emperor Si!" Tuoba Rong's voice boomed like a bell as he taunted from the front lines, "Today is your death day!"

Before the Xuanjia Army, the Emperor stood tall and straight as a pine tree, clad in a dark battle robe.

He was not wearing a helmet, and his black hair was tied up with a black ribbon, which fluttered in the wind.

The injury to his left arm seemed to have no effect on him; his hand holding the sword remained as steady as a rock.

"General, the enemy forces outnumber us three to one..."

"I can't hide my worry," said Lieutenant General Zhao Yan in a low voice.

The Emperor's eyes were cold as he slowly raised the long sword in his hand.

The sword's edge pointed directly at the center of the Southern Rong army.

"Array."

Those two simple words invigorated all the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army.

As the battle flags waved, the military formation shifted like flowing clouds and water, instantly forming a unique cone-shaped array.

Upon seeing this, Tuoba Rong laughed loudly: "A mere wedge formation dares to block my Southern Rong iron cavalry? My men, kill!"

"kill--!"

The Southern Rong cavalry surged in like a flood, causing the earth to tremble.

The sheer force of a massive army galloping forward is enough to instill fear in anyone.

However, Si Di stood motionless at the front of the battle.

Three hundred steps... two hundred steps... one hundred steps...

Just as the Southern Rong vanguard was about to rush into the range of the arrow, a golden light suddenly flashed in the Emperor's eyes.

"put!"

At his command, hundreds of bronze mirrors suddenly appeared in the Xuanjia Army formation.

The midday sun was precisely reflected, its blinding rays shining directly into the eyes of the Southern Rong cavalry.

The warhorses were startled, and the formation was thrown into chaos instantly.

"Change!"

Upon receiving the order, the Xuanjia Army moved out, and their cone-shaped formation suddenly split apart, revealing the crossbow carts that had been prepared in advance.

Arrows were fired in unison; specially made armor-piercing arrows rained down like a storm, causing the Nanrong vanguard to fall to their deaths.

"Damn it!" Tuoba Rong roared, "Flank from both flanks!"

The Nanrong cavalry quickly changed formation, attempting to break through from the flank.

However, just as they turned, the ground suddenly collapsed.

It turned out that the Xuanjia Army had already dug a horse trap here, which was only covered with grass.

Amid screams, another group of Southern Rong cavalrymen fell into the deep pit.

"Emperor!" Tuoba Rong's eyes were bloodshot. "If you have the guts, fight me!"

Emperor Si sneered and finally spurred his horse forward.

He held his sword in one hand and actually faced the enemy alone.

"General, you mustn't!" Zhao Yan cried out urgently.

But it was too late.

The black horse under the emperor's saddle charged into the enemy ranks like lightning, and wherever it passed, the Southern Rong soldiers fell like wheat being harvested.

His swordsmanship was devoid of any frills; every strike was precise and deadly, as if he had already anticipated every move of his enemy.

Upon seeing this, Tuoba Rong personally drew his sword and charged into battle.

The two clashed swords, sparks flying everywhere.

"Your defeat is inevitable," Si Di said coldly. "Withdraw your troops now, and you may save your life."

"Arrogant!" Tuoba Rong roared, his sword strikes growing even more ferocious.

The golden light in Si Di's eyes intensified, and he suddenly changed his tactics.

His sword speed suddenly increased, becoming so fast that the trajectory was almost invisible.

Tuoba Rong barely managed to block three swords, but the fourth sword pierced through his shoulder armor.

"Ah!" Tuoba Rong cried out in pain and staggered back, "You...you...how did your martial arts improve so quickly?"

The Emperor did not answer, his sword pointing directly at Tuoba Rong's throat.

At the critical moment, a cold arrow suddenly shot from the Southern Rong formation, aiming straight for the Emperor's heart.

"General, be careful!" cried out in alarm from the Xuanjia army.

Without turning his head, Si Di suddenly drew a short knife from his waist with his left hand and threw it with a backhand motion.

The short sword precisely cleaved the arrow, its momentum undiminished, and pierced directly between the eyebrows of the Nanrong archer who had fired the arrow.

"kill!"

Taking advantage of this moment, Tuoba Rong suddenly sprang up and slashed straight at Si Di's face with his curved blade.

In a flash, Si Di slightly turned his body and raised the tip of his sword.

A flash of cold light, and Tuoba Rong's scimitar snapped in two, the tip of the sword already pressed against his throat.

“I told you,” Si Di’s voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, “your defeat is inevitable.”

The entire battlefield was in deathly silence.

The Nanrong soldiers stared in disbelief as their invincible eldest prince was brought to his throat with a sword in just three rounds.

"Withdraw your troops," the Emperor said coldly, "otherwise today will be the day the Southern Rong are wiped out."

Tuoba Rong's face turned ashen, and he finally gritted his teeth and waved his hand: "Retreat...retreat..."

The Southern Rong army retreated like a tide, arriving with great momentum but leaving in a sorry state.

The Xuanjia Army erupted in thunderous cheers: "General's divine might! General's divine might!"

The Emperor sheathed his sword, and the golden light in his eyes gradually faded.

"General!" Zhao Yan rode up excitedly, "A great victory! Our casualties were less than a hundred, while we annihilated over ten thousand enemy soldiers!"

Emperor Si nodded slightly: "Treat the wounded and inventory the spoils of war."

"Yes!" Zhao Yan accepted the order and left, but couldn't help turning back, "General, just now... your skill was truly divine..."

The Emperor did not answer.

He looked down at his hands, and in that brief moment, he seemed to see another version of himself:

Clad in golden armor, he stood atop the clouds, with the corpses of millions of gods and demons beneath his feet.

"General!"

came a familiar voice.

Emperor Si looked up and saw that Ji Xiaosong had somehow arrived on the battlefield.

She wore simple, coarse cloth clothes, looking out of place on the blood-stained battlefield, yet inexplicably... she felt at peace.

"Why are you here?" Si Di frowned.

Ji Xiaosong trotted to his horse, looked up at him, and said, "I heard that the general is injured..."

Her gaze fell on the blood-soaked bandage on his left arm, her eyes filled with worry.

Emperor Si's heart stirred slightly, and he dismounted, saying, "It's just a minor injury."

Ji Xiaosong had already taken out the medicine pack: "The wound has reopened and needs to be re-bandaged."

On the battlefield, the soldiers watched in astonishment as their ruthless general stood obediently in place, letting a young female healer tend to his wounds.

"General, you were truly amazing just now," Ji Xiaosong said softly while bandaging the wound. "Everyone says you're a god descended from heaven."

Si Di's eyes darkened: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I agree." She looked up at him and smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Otherwise, how could we have so easily repelled an army of 100,000?"

Ji Xiaosong's slender fingers gently brushed over the wound on Si Di's arm, the ointment on her fingertips carrying a faint fragrance.

She deliberately slowed down her movements, and under the guise of bandaging, she lightly brushed her fingertips against the pulse on the inside of his wrist.

“The general’s wound is not deep, but the arrow was poisoned and needs to be cleaned carefully.” Her voice was soft, with a hint of worry. “Do not let it get wet for the next few days. I will come back later to change the dressing.”

Si Di looked down at her, his dark eyes reflecting her meek and submissive appearance.

Her eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, trembling slightly with her breath, like butterfly wings.

"You've got guts," he suddenly said, his voice low. "You even dare to venture into the battlefield."

Ji Xiaosong's hands continued moving, but a smile quietly appeared on her lips: "This commoner is worried about the general."

She spoke so naturally and intimately, as if the two had known each other for many years.

Emperor Si frowned slightly, but did not reprimand him.

After the bandaging was finished, Ji Xiaosong did not immediately back away. Instead, she looked up at him with her eyes sparkling and said, "General, the backhand knife-throwing move you just used was truly beautiful. My heart skipped a beat when I saw it."

As she spoke, she deliberately raised her hand and pressed it against her chest, revealing her delicate collarbone beneath her coarse cloth clothes.

Si Di's eyes darkened, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist: "Do you know the consequences of toying with me?"

His palm was burning hot, and his strength was just right, preventing her from breaking free.

Ji Xiaosong was not afraid at all. Instead, he took half a step forward, so close that he could smell the mixed scent of rust and cold pine on his body.

"How dare I tease the general?" She blinked, looking completely innocent. "I was just telling the truth."

Her breath brushed against his Adam's apple, and Si Di's muscles visibly tensed.

"If the general doesn't believe me..." Her voice trailed off as her other hand quietly climbed onto his breastplate, "you can listen for yourself to see if my heart is beating fast."

Si Di's eyes darkened suddenly, and he abruptly released her: "Insolence!"

Ji Xiaosong took two steps back at the opportune moment, and lowered her head in feigned panic: "This humble woman knows her mistake."

But the tips of her ears peeking out from between her hair clearly had a sly pink hue.

Si Di stared at her for a long time, then suddenly turned around and said, "Follow me."

"General?"

"I'm thirsty." He walked towards the main tent without turning his head. "To make tea."

Ji Xiaosong watched his retreating figure and couldn't help but smile.

The ears of this cold-faced general were clearly quite red.