Transmigration begins with archery training

The lieutenant asked, "Sir, has something gone wrong?"

"The Witch God Cult has been attacked and many people have died, but it doesn't matter. Masters of the Transformation Realm will arrive in Poyang with the army in about two or three days."

Umur put down the letter: "The fall of Poyang City is just around the corner."

"Does Your Excellency know what the Witch God Cult is planning to do?"

The lieutenant asked curiously, "I've heard that wherever a city falls, the Witch God Cult goes in to collect the heart's blood of the living, making it all very mysterious. What's the use of the heart's blood?"

"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask."

Umur said in a deep voice, "Our mission is simply to take Poyang."

Talk about it.

Sheng Ren's willpower is truly terrifying.

After more than a month of fighting, the number of defenders actually increased, and they suffered heavy losses, so much so that they dared not continue the assault and were forced to wait for reinforcements.

The funny thing is.

They're fighting amongst themselves!

Umur looked at the corpses inside the tent with a mocking gaze.

These bodies were discovered not long ago at the city gate.

Judging from their identities, they are all cultivators of internal organs.

Furthermore, news from scouts indicates that the commander-in-chief, Xiang Tingchun, has gone missing. It's likely that even the Lianzang sect within Poyang City is no longer viable.

"Everyone says that the infighting among the Sheng family is serious, with several factions fighting each other to the death in the court. I didn't believe it before, but now it seems that it's even worse!"

The lieutenant agreed, saying, "What you say is true, sir. I believe the dynasty's fate is nearing its end. We, the Heavenly Clan, will one day be able to occupy the fertile lands of the Central Plains!"

During the conversation between the two.

A commotion arose outside.

"Report——"

A soldier burst into the tent: "The garrison in Poyang City is attacking our camp!"

"Ambush the camp? They've lost so many internal organs, what means would they have for an attack!"

Umur picked up his scimitar and hurriedly left the camp. Looking at the chaotic scene in the direction of the west gate, he quickly judged the situation: "These are not soldiers, but a rabble from the city. Where do they get the guts? Are they tired of living?"

"Pass on my order: bring all the cavalry from the east of the city here and crush them!"

After the order was given, the cavalry arrived quickly.

Umur had intended to join the battle himself, but then, fire broke out in the east and shouts shook the heavens!

"Report!"

Another rider arrived: "My lord, something terrible has happened! Reinforcements from Hengkang Prefecture have arrived!"

"what?"

Umur frowned: "Did you see clearly?!"

A few days ago, some people broke through the encirclement and left, heading towards Hengkang Prefecture.

He guessed at that time that they were going to ask for reinforcements.

Based on the estimated distance, the troops from Hengkang Prefecture should have arrived in about four more days, meaning they would be a step behind the barbarian army. How could they have arrived so quickly? Were they all cavalry?

"See clearly."

The soldiers said nervously, "Dust filled the sky, shouts were deafening, and there were military flags and torches all over the mountains and fields. I estimate there are at least two thousand people!"

"Yes, it's quite possible that Hengkang Prefecture might send that many troops..."

Umur said to his deputy, "You stay here and keep watch. Don't panic. I'll go and see what's going on myself!"

In this situation, it is essential to clarify the matter.

If morale is low, the army is prone to collapse.

……

"kill--"

"kill--"

East of the city.

Following Xu Wencai's orders, Sun Buqi and others silently left the city in batches, gathered two hundred new recruits in the east of the city, disguised military flags with rags, lit torches all over the mountains and fields, and finally beat war drums and shouted battle cries.

He asked, puzzled, "What's the point of this old scholar using three stones to intimidate us and putting on this show of bravado?!"

"Since it's an order from the adults, we'll do as they say."

As Wang Li spoke, he vigorously scattered ash into the air, yelling at the top of his lungs, "Kill! Kill! Kill—"

"I'm coming!"

Sun Buqi, holding a long spear, said, "Someone's coming. They're all cavalry. The one in the middle, doesn't he look like Umur? What did Xu Wencai tell us to do next?!"

"Run up the mountain, hide, and wait for the whistle to sound, then set fire to the place and fight your way back!"

Wang Li grabbed the things and ran away.

"go!"

Sun Buqi quickly followed.

……

"What the hell?!"

Umur, who had finally caught up, looked at the empty space before him and reined in his horse: "This is the Hengkang Prefecture reinforcement you were talking about?!"

"Sir, it's too dark, we can't see clearly."

The soldier who had previously reported the news was afraid of being punished: "Should we go up the mountain to take a look?"

"Any cavalryman going up the mountain, if they had any brains, would they say something like that?!"

Umur pondered for a moment: "Withdraw! It's probably just a bluff, no need to pay any attention!"

"call out--"

Just as the group was about to head back to camp, the sudden sound of arrows made Umur's heart skip a beat. He swung his scimitar like a bolt of lightning towards the direction of the sound, successfully slicing through one arrow, then another, and another...

"It's you?!"

In the darkness in the distance, there was a familiar figure riding a white horse.

How could Umur not recognize him!

More than a month ago.

This very boy kidnapped the Ninth Prince right in front of him!

If it weren't for the fact that the war had just begun and people were in high demand, he would probably have lost his head long ago.

Even now, it's likely that they'll settle scores later.

"What a fast arrow!"

Umur focused on defending against the overwhelming barrage of arrows and calmly ordered, "Surround him!"

No matter how fast this person shoots his arrow, he is still just one person.

He can quickly close the distance by distracting the others.

"Senior Sister Sun!"

Chen Sanshi shouted.

Sun Li arrived just in time, and the fifty riders formed ten small "chariot formations" and charged into the barbarian cavalry ranks, fighting fiercely and doing their best to prevent them from surrounding and killing Chen Sanshi. Each of them fought against many, and she even faced two Bone-Refining Hundred-Household Commanders by herself.

Seeing the target her junior brother was aiming at with his bow and arrow, she finally guessed what this series of arrangements was all about.

Chen Sanshi's idea was to lure Umur out of the heavily guarded central army camp and recreate the feat of the grassland expedition, except that instead of capturing the useless prince alive, he would kill the general who was refining internal organs, thus turning the enemy into a disorganized mess.

"Junior brother, be careful!"

Sun Li was already surrounded by a large number of cavalry: "I will buy you time!"

She wasn't the only one who understood.

Umur understood.

This kid wants to kill him, the only remaining commander of the Xihe tribe.

In this way, he could cause his army to collapse.

But as the commander-in-chief, how could he not know his own importance?

The reason I dared to lead five hundred cavalrymen to check the situation was because all the known internal organ refiners in Poyang City had died in infighting!

This man is merely a minor official, a centurion!

If he really had the ability to kill him, he wouldn't have left a fat man to take the blow on the grasslands back then, and went to find His Highness the Ninth Prince himself!

"Clang clang clang!"

"Weren't the people at the West Gate sent by you too?"

Umur grinned maliciously, parrying the arrows as he said, "I won't chase you. You can't kill me with just arrows. I'll just keep you occupied like this. In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the rabble at the West Gate will be crushed and wiped out!"