Chapter 7: Bai Wei Arrives in the Ancient Kingdom of Liang

Qingshan Village.

Bai Wei was riding her bicycle, one foot on the ground, her left hand holding the handlebars, and her right hand forming a visor over her forehead to block the blinding summer sun.

A strange man blocked her path.

The man wore a white shirt and black trousers; his features were gentle and handsome, and his smile was polite.

"Excuse me, are you Miss Bai Wei?"

"Hello, my name is Zhou Yuchuan, and I am with the Yanjing University Archaeology Team. We are currently near Qingshan Village, excavating the Zhenbei King Tomb."

"Did you sell this Jade Thumb Ring? It has a close connection to the Zhenbei King Tomb; if you have any other items, could you please sell them to us first?"

Bai Wei saw clearly what he was holding in his hand and was instantly surprised.

Isn't this the Jade Thumb Ring she sold to the antique dealer?

It belongs to the Zhenbei King?

Zhou Yuchuan was very sincere, "This Jade Thumb Ring is of great significance to our research. Could you tell me where it came from?"

Bai Wei immediately became vigilant.

She could not let him discover the secret of the wardrobe.

This man was handsome and had a pair of peach-blossom eyes that looked affectionate even when looking at a dog.

The better-looking a man was, the less one could believe the words coming out of his mouth.

"It was left by my grandmother; my grandmother has passed away."

A flash of disappointment crossed Zhou Yuchuan's eyes, "Then, do you have any other related items in your possession..."

Someone ran over.

"Professor Zhou, your phone call."

Zhou Yuchuan hurried to the side of the road and took the phone handed to him by the other person.

Bai Wei took out the Phoenix Pendant and examined it in surprise.

It was actually an item belonging to the Zhenbei King.

Suddenly, her finger felt a sharp pain; it had been scratched by a burr on the bicycle handlebar.

"Hiss!"

A bead of blood seeped out and stained the Phoenix Pendant.

Bai Wei hurriedly went to wipe it off.

But just at that moment, she saw the Jade Pendant absorb the bead of blood.

Bai Wei's eyes widened.

What was going on?

A wave of dizziness hit her mind, her vision went black, and she lost consciousness.

"Prince, please order the execution of the deserters!"

Bai Wei opened her eyes in a daze.

Who was speaking?

The scene before her eyes gradually became clear.

Suddenly, she froze.

Before her eyes, there stood a dense crowd of ancient soldiers, and in the distance, there were rows of military tents that stretched as far as the eye could see!

A vast snowy plain for ten thousand miles, the cold wind biting!

"Woo— woo—!"

The ox-horn military bugle, the sound was loud and clear!

Banners fluttered, and war drums beat in unison!

The military camp before her was vast and continuous; Bai Wei was stunned!

Was this a hallucination?

Or was she dreaming?

Had she... traveled to ancient times?

No!

She had not traveled; rather, her consciousness had attached itself to someone else's body, experiencing all of this through them!

A soldier rushed over and knelt on one knee before her.

"Prince, deserters will shake the morale of the army! Xiao Dabao requests that you order the immediate execution of the deserters to uphold military discipline!"

Bai Wei "saw clearly" the appearance of this Xiao Dabao.

This man was about twenty years old, looked dull and slow-witted, yet his eyes were extremely resolute; the battle robe on his body was dirty and torn, and his military boots were broken too.

The large group of officers and soldiers behind him were also all in rags, their faces sallow, looking like beggars.

Xiao Dabao walked up to a young soldier and slapped him hard across the face!

"Xiao Liujin, you actually deserted; you are simply a disgrace to the Xiao family!"

This young soldier was thin and small, like a bean sprout; in the snowy weather, he was only wearing a thin, tattered garment, his ten fingers gripping the spear were all swollen from the cold, and he was still dragging a runny nose.

He was slapped to the ground, and even blood from his nose flowed out.

Bai Wei felt a pang in her heart as she watched!

This young soldier called "Liujin" was clearly still a child; if this were in the modern era, he should be in the sixth grade of elementary school!

But here, he had actually been sent to the battlefield and could lose his life at any moment!

"Big Brother..." Liujin cried out, "Liujin is a good-for-nothing; just kill me."

It was the voice of a young boy still in his voice-changing phase.

Bai Wei felt her heart tighten; such a young child would still be a budding flower in the modern era.

Yet in the military camp before her eyes, there were quite a few such child soldiers, all in rags, some even wounded and covered in blood.

Xiao Dabao drew his Long Sword, his eyes blood-red.

"Liujin, big brother failed to provide you with a good life; big brother has failed you."

"But since you have become a coward, big brother can only slay you with his own hands!"

"Do not blame big brother; be born into a better family in your next life."

After speaking, he let out a painful roar and swung his sword down.

A flash of sword light!

The person Bai Wei was possessing drew a Long Sword and blocked his blade.

At this moment, Bai Wei heard "his" voice.

"Stop, they are all soldiers I, Xiao Moting, brought up myself; I believe they would never betray me."

"Speak! What is the reason you must flee the military camp?"

The voice was low and cold, carrying an imposing aura that commanded respect without anger!

Bai Wei finally came to her senses; it turned out the person she was possessing was named Xiao Moting.

She looked up and saw a map hanging on the military tent, the terrain exactly the same as the land of Huaxia, with a poem inscribed below—

—"Carrying a Long Sword and clutching a Qin bow, though head and body be severed, my heart shall not be cowed."

The seal at the end was "Xiao Moting".

Facing Xiao Moting's questioning, the deserters all lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

At this time, an old soldier with graying hair walked forward leaning on a crutch and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Fourth Prince, everyone has been trapped for many days, the heavy snow has blocked the roads, and supplies are critical."

"We wounded soldiers cannot go to the battlefield and will only waste rice and grain."

"Yesterday, Your Highness shared fresh peaches and Ham Sausage with us, while the guards didn't even get a bite; everyone feels ashamed to accept it and does not want to be a burden to you, so we intend to end our lives on the ice field; please use our corpses as military rations!"

Bai Wei was stunned.

They were actually willing to become "military rations" for their comrades to eat?

Xiao Moting's brows furrowed, and he shouted sternly.

"I brought you out, not to let you die in the snowy wilderness! And I have already brought back rice and grain."

The old soldier smiled miserably, "Two thousand shi of grain is only enough for thirty thousand troops to eat two meals. We are all useless men; thank you, Your Highness, for not giving up on us. This subordinate has followed Your Highness into battle and has no regrets in death; please give the saved grain to the brothers who need it more!"

After speaking, he suddenly drew his Long Sword and let out a loud roar.

"Brothers, eat us and fight your way out!"

A flash of blood!

The old soldier committed suicide on the spot and fell into a pool of blood!

Bai Wei was so shocked she forgot to breathe!

She had seen war scenes on television, but she had never seen such real death; it was simply too cruel!

Xiao Moting was also stunned!

Seeing the old soldier commit suicide, several other wounded soldiers also stepped forward.

"May Heaven bless the Prince!"

"Heaven bless Daliang!"

"Brothers, eat our flesh so you have the strength to break out of the encirclement and return home!!"

Several wounded soldiers followed suit and committed suicide on the spot.

The bright red, hot blood splashed onto the snow, looking exceptionally piercing.