Transmigration begins with archery training

"maybe."

Chen Sanshi did not refute, nor did he bother to refute.

For the people in the Governor's Office, doing things requires evidence.

He doesn't need to speak.

Sun Li said, "Junior Brother, don't worry, we'll keep an eye on him."

Arrived at the military camp.

After Xiang Tingchun gave a long speech, all the soldiers moved into the Great Wall.

In the days that followed, we had to live inside the Great Wall for everything, from eating and drinking to using the toilet, and we needed permission to leave if we wanted to.

Each household was assigned to two watchtowers, covering a distance of twenty li.

The remaining two hundred martial arts school disciples and more than two hundred new recruits were scattered among them.

The common people were responsible for boiling the molten gold and moving tools such as logs, boulders, and arrows.

Xiang Tingchun, Luo Dongquan, and the three unit leaders, all specializing in internal organ cultivation, personally patrolled day and night.

In addition, a team of scouts would go out of the city to scout every night.

This task was never given to Chen Sanshi again.

All that's left is to wait.

Three days later.

Chen Sanshi's swordsmanship quickly reached the beginner level of bone-strengthening, and it didn't hold him back at all when he used it.

"My lord, we're doomed!"

Xu Wencai spent several days working on a simple sand table, which was just as accurate as the one in the central army camp.

Holding the wooden stick, he looked dejected: "It's all over!"

It was lunchtime.

Everyone was gathered inside the beacon tower, eating the animal meat that Chen Sanshi had brought, so they could all hear it clearly.

"Fuck you!"

Zhu Tong kicked him, saying, "When the barbarians arrive, I'll push you off the city wall first and let you finish first."

"It's really over!"

Xu Wencai looked serious.

Xu Bin leaned closer, craning his neck to see: "Old Xu, I've also read military books. We don't have many people, but we are the defenders of the city. We have no shortage of food and the people in the city are helping us, so it's very likely that we can hold the city."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Xu Wencai said to Chen Sanshi, "You don't understand. The adults can definitely see that the reinforcement of Xihe tribe is very strange, and there is no movement in Anding Prefecture. It's too strange... Unfortunately, we don't have enough intelligence. I can't see the specific situation in other places and can't analyze what the barbarians want to do."

"But judging from their current posture, they are determined to take Poyang, which is simply defying the heavens!"

"Ah."

Chen Sanshi nodded, indicating to everyone that he agreed with this viewpoint.

That's really strange.

Even if you bring in a magical treasure, it doesn't make sense.

Shouldn't this kind of thing be done secretly?

For example, send more experts from the Witch God Cult, those with extensive internal energy cultivation and power transformation skills.

What does it mean when a large army is pressing in?

A carpet search isn't the right way to do it.

Of course, if it were only 6,000 people, the problem wouldn't be too big. At most, they would just have to implement a scorched earth policy, with everyone retreating back into the county town to concentrate their efforts on defending the higher and stronger city walls.

But what will happen next?

No one can tell.

Like Xu Wencai, he had a very bad feeling.

We're not gods; we can only take it one step at a time.

"Sir, why don't we go up the mountain?"

Zhuang Yi made the suggestion for the second time: "Lead a hundred men and run away, find a remote mountain forest, and you'll be the king. Build a stronghold, recruit soldiers and start fighting."

Zhu Tong wholeheartedly agreed: "Yes, yes, let's set up a mini-court too!"

"Are you two brainless? How can you say something like that?!"

Xu Bin quickly stopped them.

Xu Wencai actually started analyzing things seriously with them.

The conclusion was that without advanced techniques and resources, any attempt to grow too large would lead to certain death.

Of course, everyone was just joking around.

Because defending the city is too tedious.

Chen Sanshi did not participate in the frolicking. After replenishing his energy, he continued practicing with his spear and sword.

Two more days have passed in the blink of an eye.

[Technique: Undying Golden Serpent Spear - Upper Level (Minor Success)]

【Progress: 308/2000】

His swordsmanship has also caught up with his own level.

[Technique: Diancang Sword Technique - Bone Refining (Minor Success)]

【Progress: 0/2000】

The proficiency cap has increased several dozen times.

As expected, once you reach the physical realm, there is no way to accelerate your progress.

Going forward, marksmanship should remain the primary focus.

"Say it out loud."

"It's been more than ten days since my trip to the grasslands ended."

"The news that I captured Prince Yuwen alive should have reached the capital by now. I wonder if they can give me something in return."

He didn't seek official rank or title.

All I ask for is a cultivation resource.

The Dew-Condensing Body-Forging Soup is still useful for those who have achieved minor success in bone training, but it's not enough. He wants to complete bone training as soon as possible so that he won't be helpless when facing martial artists who have refined internal organs.

"Enemy attack——"

"Enemy attack!"

Beacon fires were lit atop the Great Wall.

Along the two-hundred-mile-long Great Wall, soldiers who had been on edge for days picked up their weapons and went to their pre-assigned positions.

Chen Sanshi also picked up his gun and sword and came to the top of the wall.

"Dong dong dong dong——"

"Om-"

Accompanied by the thunderous sound of war drums and the majestic sound of horns, a dark mass of figures gradually emerged on the slope ten miles away—the barbarian army.

They arranged themselves into battle formation, erected watchtowers, and faced off against the Dasheng army from a distance.

"drive--"

One of the black-clad riders arrived at the Great Wall first, stopping about two hundred paces away, and began running around shouting.

"Listen up, soldiers of the Shengchao dynasty in the city!"

"Surrender now and you'll avoid death!"

You have one hour!

"If the city gates are not opened voluntarily after one hour, my Heavenly Clan's iron cavalry will surely raze Poyang to the ground!"

The best strategy is to subdue the enemy without fighting; attacking the enemy's mind is superior to attacking their cities.

Even if they are from different races, bloody battles are inevitable, but they can also create momentum and boost their own morale.

Morale is the key to victory or defeat.

"Listen up, soldiers of the Sheng Dynasty guarding the city!"

"Here you go..."

"call out--"

Pfft!

An arrow suddenly pierced the face of a cavalryman who was running at high speed, causing him and his horse to fall to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Chen Sanshi slowly retracted his bow.

Two hundred paces away, one arrow kills!

"Good arrow!"

"Master Chen is mighty!"

"mighty!"

"..."

Hundreds of officers and soldiers shouted in unison.

"it is good!"

Xiang Tingchun, who was stationed in the fortress above the city gate, shouted loudly, "Excellent archery! It showcases the might of our Great Sheng Army!"

Only one barbarian cavalryman died.

Everyone felt as if they had gained a huge advantage, and even the dark mass of people seemed small. They were all excited and eager to fight.

This is morale!

……

Ten miles away.

Umur, the barbarian commander on the watchtower, looked grim.

The original plan was to intimidate the people of Sheng before attacking the city, but the result was the opposite.

"We, the people of the Celestial Clan, have made our living through archery and horsemanship. How can we possibly lose to the Sheng people?!"

He asked in a deep voice, "Who is the most skilled archer?"

"I have General Muge!"

Beside him, another commander, Ji Rentai, spoke up: "This man uses a five-stone bow; within three arrows, one will surely hit the bullseye at a hundred paces!"

"it is good!"

Umur ordered, "Send Qimuge up and tell him that the reward for killing that archer is twenty taels of gold, five hundred taels of silver, and three hundred head of cattle and sheep!"