Transmigration begins with archery training

"Fuck your mother, go on!"

Wang Zhi cursed and said, "Anding Prefecture is still under siege, you can go ahead! A bunch of ungrateful bastards, you think it's too expensive? If you think it's too expensive, then none of you are leaving!"

"If it weren't for the fact that I have a good relationship with you guys, would I even be thinking of you at a crucial moment like this?!"

"I'll say it one last time: pay me a thousand taels of silver, and I'll take you to the safe Hengkang Prefecture. Otherwise, you'll stay here!"

"One thousand taels..."

The crowd began to whisper among themselves: "Not limiting the number of people in each household is quite a good deal."

"Yes, let's go! We can't stay in Poyang any longer."

"Lord Wang, you mustn't be trying to fool us!"

"..."

"rest assured!"

Wang Zhi then smiled and said, "I, Wang, am always reliable when I take money to do things!"

"As long as you pay, I guarantee you can leave Poyang!"

"Hurry up! Those who want to live, depart from the west gate in one hour. No waiting for those who are late!"

"We'll pay the money!"

A group of people began to line up to pay.

Then, within the allotted time, they hurriedly finished packing their belongings and gathered their respective groups.

Inside Poyang City.

Today, only two large martial arts schools, eight small martial arts schools, and dozens of large households remain.

In the end, a total of two thousand people gathered!

Among them, there were more than 1,200 adult men, of whom more than 300 had practiced martial arts, and there were also dozens of blood martial artists.

But they held the city for over a month.

Apart from those who were forcibly conscripted at the beginning, none of these people went to the battlefield!

"Pan Quan, what the hell are you dawdling for?!"

Wang Zhi urged.

Pan Quan, Zhao Shanming, and others not only brought their families but also pulled a carriage full of gold, silver, and precious medicinal herbs, not leaving anything behind.

They have passed down their wealth from generation to generation for over a hundred years, and no one knows how much wealth they have accumulated.

"Alright, hurry up!"

Wang Zhi gave the order.

Together with them were Zhao Kang, Xiong Qiu'an, and two hundred soldiers, who began distributing weapons to those who were unarmed.

Since the city was defended, a large number of weapons have been captured, and the quantity is sufficient.

A local gentryman surnamed Liu, who was already in his sixties, looked at the standard-issue longsword handed to him and said, "Lord Wang, what are you doing? Weren't you leading us out of the city to escape for our lives? Why are you issuing weapons?"

"Break out, what else can we do?"

Wang Zhi explained, "The city is surrounded on all sides. Although the defenses outside the west city are relatively weak, we still need to break through. But don't worry, I'll hold the line in front. You just need to protect yourselves with your weapons."

"Let's go! Let's not wait any longer!"

"Om-long——"

The west gate of the city was wide open in the night.

Wang Zhi led the way at the front, with Zhao Kang and Xiong Qiu'an on either side.

After walking about five miles...

One after another, camps came into view.

The camp was heavily guarded inside and out, with squads of cavalry patrolling back and forth. Judging from the troop deployment, there were at least two thousand men. This was not the weakest point; it was clearly the main camp where the commander was located.

"Wang Zhi, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Zhao Shanming caught up and said nervously, "Before we're discovered, why don't we quickly retreat and find another way out!"

"Wrong way?"

Wang Zhi looked at him, a smirk playing on his lips: "I'm going to charge into their headquarters!"

"What do you mean?"

Before Zhao Shanming could figure it out, a deafening shout suddenly rang in his ears.

"kill--"

"kill--"

"Boom boom boom——"

More than two hundred people, including Zhao Kang and Xiong Qiu'an, started shouting without warning, and they also raised torches.

"kill!"

"Charge straight for the main camp and capture Umur alive!"

"what?"

The men, who had initially thought the enemy had escaped, were caught off guard by the sudden turn of events and were at a loss for what to do.

"Wang Zhi, what...what exactly do you want to do?!"

Zhao Shanming's speech became incoherent.

"What are you doing? Didn't you hear me?"

Wang Zhi shouted, "Charge into the enemy camp and capture Umur alive!"

"If you want to die, go yourself!"

Zhao Shanming turned and left.

"Run!"

More than a thousand people turned around and were about to return to the city.

At this time.

Feng Yong led a group of men out and blocked their retreat. He stabbed the fleeing leader to death with a single spear thrust: "Anyone who retreats another step will die!"

"Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

With such a commotion, how could the barbarian headquarters not have noticed?

They dispatched a large number of troops, who formed ranks and attacked.

"Zhao Shanming, Pan Quan!"

Wang Zhi pointed his long-handled sword at the rapidly approaching barbarian army: "You can't escape now. Either you come with me to fight the enemy, or you can wait to be hacked to death!"

at the same time.

On top of the city wall.

"Sir, your strategy is truly brilliant; even I must admire it!"

Xu Wen picked up a feather fan from somewhere and waved it around: "Light the fire!"

"it is good."

Xu Bin accepted the order.

The giant torches that had been prepared in advance on the city walls were lit.

A burst of fire shot into the sky.

After finishing his task, Xu Bin asked doubtfully, "Old Xu, are you sure it was Lord Chen who instructed you to do this?!"

"Of course, it was instructed by the adults."

Xu Wencai waved his feather fan and said in a serious tone, "You must do as I say. Any mistake will be dealt with according to military law."

"Stop pretending! Where did you get that fan from!"

Zhu Tong snatched the fan away: "Tell me, what did Shi Tou tell you?"

Now, he's the only one in the entire army who still calls himself "Stone," and no amount of correction works; he's become the most unique one.

"A wealthy family left the city, and I picked it up from the ground. Give it back!"

Xu Wencai reached out to grab it, but couldn't reach it no matter what he did: "Old Zhu, do you want to be court-martialed?!"

"Humph!"

Zhu Tong then returned the fan: "How did Stone give you so much power?!"

"Mr. Xu".

Sun Li's cold voice rang out: "Are you sure my brother and the others' bluff will work? I still need to lead fifty riders out. There are a full six thousand barbarians outside. We have enough troops to defend the city, but wouldn't it be too risky to launch an attack?"

Today was a very strange day.

First, Xiang Tingchun died inexplicably outside the city.

Then the prefect, the county magistrate, and even Chen Sanshi all disappeared and have not returned to this day. It seems as if something big is about to happen, but they are all kept in the dark.

Only Xu Wencai stepped forward, using the guise of a junior apprentice, and methodically assigned tasks to them.

He called out names one after another with terrifying fluency, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind and now finally had the opportunity to use it.

“Miss Sun, I believe in the magistrate, and I ask you to believe in the magistrate as well.”

Xu Wencai remained extremely calm: "Just do as I say. With the adults backing you up, tonight will be the biggest and only victory since the start of the battle at Poyang."

"The lives and fortunes of tens of thousands of people in the city depend on this!"

……

Barbarian camp.

Umur read the secret letter delivered to him with a serious expression.