Transmigration begins with archery training

Among the crowd.

Using the chariot formation as cover, Chen Sanshi prevented himself from being surrounded by a large force. His spear and Zhenyue sword were stained with the blood of countless enemy soldiers. He had only one goal.

Commander!

From the very first encounter, he discovered

Among the five thousand cavalry, there seemed to be no experts in the Transformation Realm or the Meridian Opening Realm.

this means.

He has a chance to kill the general!

After beheading the enemy general, the enemy army will collapse, and they will still have a chance to survive.

It definitely wouldn't work if it were just one person.

But he had two hundred cavalry and more than seven hundred infantrymen behind him, which could help him disperse most of the encirclement. That was enough!

"Stop him—"

No matter how much Bileg shouted, the White Horse General continued his unstoppable advance, charging alone towards them.

He was on high alert: "Ulihan, Narisong, let's work together! We can't let him kill any more generals!"

In a situation where one thousand men faced five thousand, he killed two generals in succession.

What's even more terrifying is that it wasn't just the generals who were like this; the remaining soldiers behind him seemed to be fearless of death!

In particular, this battle formation that rotates like a wheel has never lost its composure, no matter how many people are lost. At most, it only shrinks the range of the formation. Until later, when so many people died, it actually transformed from a large formation into more than twenty smaller formations.

The soldiers, in particular, coordinated perfectly, excelling in both offense and defense. Even if many people died in front of them, they would immediately take their place without even blinking, as if they were there to die!

[Determined to fight to the death!]

Such formidable fighting power and willpower can only be found among the elite of the elite.

But they were clearly defeated soldiers who fled from a small county!

If it weren't for his weak cultivation level, Bileg would probably have thought they were the mighty army of the Eight Great Camps.

As a result, the barbarian soldiers' morale clearly changed. In addition, they were unable to form an encirclement in this area. If things continued like this, and their commander died, they might really be defeated.

"Kill Bai Ma! With him dead, these people are nothing but a rabble!"

The three barbarian generals who were refining organs attacked together.

Scimitar, spiked club, giant axe.

Three ferocious weapons struck almost simultaneously from different directions.

They have all completed the Refining of the Internal Organs, and have all reached the Lesser Completion stage of Refining the Internal Organs. They are not far from reaching the Greater Completion stage of Refining the Internal Organs!

One beginner in organ refinement is fighting against three lesser-stage organ refinement experts!

The White Horse General's spear technique was bizarre and arrogant. Even if the group were no match for him in a one-on-one fight, their combined explosive power would be absolutely unstoppable, especially when he attacked from all directions at the same time.

Chen Sanshi blocked the giant axe with his spear, then blocked the spiked club with his longsword. He then dodged the curved blade in front of him with a bizarre posture, and then forcefully deflected the two heavy weapons. In the gap, the spear transformed into a giant python that devoured the sky and went straight for the user of the curved blade.

"clang!"

Bileg frantically parried the attacks, knowing he would be killed within three rounds. Fortunately, he wasn't alone; his two brothers, who had been temporarily repelled, returned to fight. Their giant axes and spiked clubs appeared behind him in an instant. If he didn't dodge, he would almost certainly die; if he did dodge, it would mean endless dodging.

It would be good if they could just hold them off.

The White Horse General's men were not afraid of death, but they were not invincible; they were constantly losing men.

In just a short time, the number of people has dwindled from over a thousand to only about seven hundred, and this number is still decreasing rapidly. Not to mention that after the signal is given, the remaining pursuers will also gather here, and then there will be a 20,000-strong encirclement and slaughter. The entire army will be wiped out in no time, and then Bai Ma will be surrounded by a large force and worn down to death.

One word: delay!

However, to their surprise...

Chen Sanshi had no intention of dodging. He let the spiked club and giant axe smash down on his back with tremendous force, making a dull thud, as if striking a great bell. His internal organs were shaken and he spat out a mouthful of blood. But the speed at which he advanced with his spear did not slow down at all. Finally, in the third round, he successfully pierced Bileg's throat.

Kill them quickly!

He has no right to drag this out!

The only way to survive is to kill quickly!

"A Vajra Body?!"

Ulihan and Narisong were greatly alarmed.

With Bileg gone, the pressure to defend suddenly decreased dramatically. Chen Sanshi, with a spear in his right hand and a sword in his left, withstood the attacks of dozens of soldiers who came to surround him from behind. Countless swords, spears, axes, halberds, hooks, and forks rained down on him. Right in front of them, he killed the last two generals in ten rounds, his body covered in blood, like a god of death from heaven.

"Crash, lala, lala -"

After killing the enemy's commander, he was like a beast unleashed from its cage, and no one could stop him. He slaughtered nearly two hundred cavalrymen as easily as cutting melons and vegetables, until they were terrified, trembling with fear, and utterly defeated!

The remaining four thousand cavalrymen fled like the receding tide. In the chaos, countless warhorses collided with each other, neighing and tumbling to their deaths along with their riders.

Chen Sanshi looked at the remaining six hundred or so men, and rode ahead to clear the way. Wherever he went, the dense enemy troops automatically parted to make way, and not a single one dared to take the initiative to chase after him.

"Breakout!"

He shouted at the top of his lungs.

After some calculation, it seems the time is almost up.

At least half of the people have completed the crossing.

If they can leave this place before they are surrounded, they have a very good chance of crossing the river safely.

however……

It seems too late.

Because he could hear that behind the earthen slope to his side, at least tens of thousands of infantrymen were taking a shortcut and would block them at the fork in the road ahead.

Chen Sanshi's injuries are still manageable, and he has about half of his vital energy left to consume. As long as there are no generals above the Refinement stage, he can still break through with Qianxun's speed. It's just unknown how many people will be left behind him by then.

One hundred, ten people, or just him alone?

Just as he gripped his gun, preparing to fight to the death, the footsteps of the pursuers stopped almost simultaneously, as if there had suddenly been no road ahead, or as if they had been blocked by something.

This allowed them to successfully reach the banks of the Hongze River and begin their crossing.

"No more chasing?"

Everything came to an abrupt end, and Chen Sanshi was somewhat incredulous, as if he had just woken up from a dream.

……

"Good boy, good boy!"

"Master, fly slower!"

The middle-aged scholar gripped the wheelchair handles tightly, his face contorted in the fierce wind: "Slow down!"

"Did you just see that?"

The old man in coarse linen clothes looked pleased: "How dare this lad? He, a mere cultivator, went to hold off five thousand people and actually succeeded. He has the same spirit I had in my youth."

"That's not the point."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar nearly fell from mid-air several times: "The key point is that he could have easily gone alone. He chose to resist the army to help those people cross the river. Who else in the world can do that?"