My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Wu Ling, leading the first wave of troops on warhorses that could cover countless miles in a day, was still much slower compared to the speed of the Flying Boat.

There was no need for Cheng Guang to slow down his own pace, he could advance a certain distance first.

On this outing,

Cheng Guang did not bring Cheng Zhihai and Qin Beifeng with him.

It wasn't that he found them weak, nor that he saw them as a hindrance.

It was simply that in the war between the two great dynasties,

high-level Martial Artists weren't very necessary,

unless they were of the Heavenly Human Realm.

Otherwise, amidst the chaos and slaughter, they would only offer brute force, unable to decisively influence the battle.

Cheng Guang propelled the Flying Boat towards the distance.

The Great Yuan's invasion of the borders of Great Zhou was taking place in the center of Nanyu State.

Nanyu State was neither particularly affluent nor impoverished within the entirety of Great Zhou, but was squarely average.

Great Yuan's choice of Nanyu State as the breakthrough point must have involved much consideration.

States with great power or wealth were either at the heartland of the Great Zhou Dynasty or not located on the borders.

Places like Nanyu State, with just the right level of prosperity, weaker strength, and situated right on the border, naturally became the best choice.

Even if Great Yuan were to be defeated by Great Zhou in the end, they would not return empty-handed.

Cheng Guang's eyelids drooped slightly as he pondered.

After a brief while, he hurriedly arrived at Hundred Mile City on the Flying Boat.

Hundred Mile City was the central stronghold of Nanyu State and the last strategic military location.

If Hundred Mile City were to fall, then Nanyu State would be left defenseless under the watchful gaze of Great Yuan.

Cheng Guang stood on the deck of the Flying Boat, looking in the direction of Hundred Mile City. The sight in the distance made him involuntarily draw a breath of cold air.

Around Hundred Mile City, even before drawing near, one could smell the thick scent of blood.

In the distance, for some unknown reason, massive clouds of dust were rising into the air.

Blood and dust were intertwining,

and converging over Hundred Mile City,

casting a blood-red hue over the entire sky and land.

When he got closer,

on the battlefield,

on the walls of Hundred Mile City,

shouts, the beating of hooves, and the clashing of swords mingled together.

At this moment,

it seemed that every minute, every second witnessed the casualties of soldiers.

With just one glance at the walls of Hundred Mile City, Cheng Guang was shocked by the flesh and blood, and the rivers of blood.

The flesh and blood on those walls, piled up into a thick layer, made one wonder how many soldiers it took, how much blood had to flow, to create such a scene.

It was also uncertain whether these soldiers were from Great Yuan or Great Zhou.

Since the location of Hundred Mile City was so vital, perched high with a cliff in front, both sides were contesting for it, unwilling to yield.

It had already become a bloody meat grinder.

If Cheng Guang hadn't witnessed it with his own eyes, he wouldn't dare to imagine that warfare in this world could be so cruel.

And now,

although Hundred Mile City had gathered armies from various parts of the Great Zhou Dynasty, they seemed unable to match Great Yuan.

Great Yuan's troops continuously arrived from afar, treading through the sky on fierce wolves, wielding sharp weapons, and charging towards Hundred Mile City with imposing momentum.
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Great Zhou's defenders, although occupying the high ground with walls and cliffs for protection, still seemed overwhelmed in the face of Great Yuan's fierce assault.

Cheng Guang's gaze swept across Hundred Mile City; wherever he looked, he could see bloodshed.

He then looked beyond Hundred Mile City.

Across the cliff,

Cheng Guang could see an army formation, a sea of figures, eying the direction of Hundred Mile City hungrily.

The forces Great Yuan had sent to attack Hundred Mile City apparently did not even make up half of their total numbers.

There, towering figures, strong and burly men wrapped in beast hide armor, stood with their wolves beneath them, mouths agape, drooling, emitting low growls loaded with ferocity.

Deeper within the army, tents of different sizes stood clustered together.

Near the most luxurious and prominent of these tents,

a man in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back in mid-air.

That figure in the green robe stood calmly in mid-air, looking in the direction of Hundred Mile City.

Even at such a distance, Cheng Guang could still clearly see his appearance and clothing.

That figure in the green robe stood out amongst the Great Yuan warriors, both in appearance and attire.

"He's not one of the Great Yuan?"

"Why does he look like... he's from Great Zhou?"

Cheng Guang squinted as he watched from afar.

It was at that moment,

the figure in the green robe, who had been observing the direction of Hundred Mile City, seemed to sense something.

His eyes lifted, emitting a light sound of surprise.

He then turned his gaze and landed on the deck of the distant Flying Boat, and on Cheng Guang.

The figure in the green robe looked at Cheng Guang, visibly stunned for a moment, then smiled and moved his lips slightly towards Cheng Guang's direction.

"Town-Nation Duke's Heir."

He only moved his lips gently, and the next moment, his voice warmly reached Cheng Guang's ears.

Cheng Guang, hearing the voice of the man in the green robe, showed little surprise.

From afar, Cheng Guang could feel the aura of the Heavenly Human emanating from the man in the green robe.

The only thing that surprised him was the aura and appearance of the man in the green robe.

With clear-cut features and a serene atmosphere, he resembled a scholar.