Transmigration begins with archery training

Chen Sanshi personally came to plead for leniency: "I am preparing to go to the Eight Great Camps to select the vanguard. Even if my ranking is not ideal, I will still be a low-ranking general. I will need to employ some men under my command. I will not use up the Liangzhou troops at that time, and I will continue to use them."

"Master Chen."

Li Qianzong said helplessly, "It's not that I'm inflexible, but that's the rule. They are all soldiers under the command of the Anding Prefecture Military Command. Now that the war is over, they should go back to await orders. How can they just leave like that? Wouldn't that create chaos?"

"Commander Li, I remember there are vacancies in the Liangzhou garrison, right?"

Sun Li rushed over upon hearing the commotion: "Why don't we transfer them to the Liangzhou Garrison?"

"My eldest lady."

Li Qianzong smiled wryly: "Why are you pressuring me too? Even if I'm going to be transferred, shouldn't there be a proper procedure?"

Chen Sanshi felt a headache coming on.

He knew that the other party was not deliberately making things difficult for him.

That really doesn't follow the rules.

But he really couldn't bear to part with the group of people under his command.

These are the first batch of soldiers he trained, and now they all have the will to fight to the death. He really couldn't bear to abandon them.

"otherwise……"

Chen Sanshi looked at everyone and said, "Why don't you go back to Poyang and wait for me? I'll try my best to get good results in the selection process, and then I'll find a way to transfer you over. It will take at most six months. I guarantee I'll definitely transfer you over there."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other.

"Let them come along."

Just as everyone was preparing to say goodbye, a servant appeared pushing a wooden wheelchair. Sitting on it was a middle-aged scholar in a blue robe, holding a scroll in his hands.

"General Fang!"

"Greetings, General Fang!"

Despite being a disabled scholar, Li Qianzong and the others all bowed respectfully to him upon meeting him.

"Fourth Senior Brother!"

Sun Buqi's eyes lit up and he rushed forward: "You, what are you doing here?"

Fang Qingyun smiled and said, "Of course I'm here to pick you and Junior Sister Li up and take you home."

"Where's my father?"

Sun Buqi looked around and asked, "Have they arrived yet?"

"They came, and then they left."

Fang Qingyun said calmly, "He's very busy, but this time he's really impressed with you."

"My father saw me killing enemies?"

Sun Buqi was very excited and asked eagerly, "What did Father say about me?"

Fang Qingyun said with a smile, "Master said that although you are not very capable, you still have a lot of passion."

"That's it?"

Sun Buqi felt that it wasn't exactly a compliment.

Isn't that still a failure?

"General Fang."

Li Qianzong said with some confusion, "You just said you were going to take them away? That's probably not in accordance with the rules, isn't it?"

"I finished writing the report seven days ago and just received a reply today. Mr. Li, please take a look."

Fang Qingyun took out a transfer order: "From now on, these people will be part of the Eight Great Camps. They will be temporarily placed under my Qinglong Camp to perform duties, and will be reassigned later."

Eight Great Camps, Azure Dragon Camp?

Feng Yong, Zhao Kang, and the others exchanged glances, all showing expressions of disbelief.

They thought that as long as they could get into Liangzhou Garrison and continue to follow Chen Sanshi, that would be fine. How did they suddenly get into the Eight Great Camps?

Everyone has heard about it.

In the Eighth Battalion, even for routine logistical tasks, there was an ample supply of ordinary tonics!

Doesn't this mean they've all risen to prominence and become phoenixes along with them?

"Thank you, General!"

Chen Sanshi sincerely clasped his hands in a gesture of respect: "Chen Sanshi will remember this kindness!"

This person said that he had written the memorial seven days ago, indicating that he had been preparing since the day they crossed the river.

"Junior brother, you're too kind."

Fang Qingyun returned the greeting with a fist and palm salute, his smile warm: "My name is Fang Qingyun. If you think highly of me, you can just call me Senior Brother from now on."

Chen Sanshi changed his address and said, "Thank you, Senior Brother Fang!"

"You are the Phoenix Chick, sir?"

Not far away, Xu Wencai rushed up excitedly, bowed and said, "My name is Xu Wencai, also known as Wolong. I have long admired your name!"

"?"

A question mark appeared above everyone's head.

"This guy has such a thick skin!"

Xu Bin's eyes widened: "Can your self-proclaimed nickname be the same as one that others are given based on their reputation?"

Liu Jinkui hurriedly shouted, "Old man, come back quickly, don't embarrass yourself!"

They had finally gotten the chance to go to Liangzhou together, and they were afraid that if the old scholar offended General Fang, they would be fired with a single word from someone else.

"Oh?"

Fang Qingyun looked at the shabby old scholar who was ten years older than him. Far from feeling insulted, he smiled with great interest and said, "You are the Crouching Dragon, and I am the Young Phoenix. So it is quite a coincidence that we met here."

"Mr. Fang!"

Xu Wencai, unusually serious, said, "To be honest, although I am known as the Crouching Dragon, I am well aware of my limited talent and virtue, and there are many things I would like to ask Mr. Fang for advice on."

"Okay."

Fang Qingyun readily agreed, "After we set off, you can get into my carriage. Perhaps I'll be asking Mr. Xu for some pointers! Junior Brother Chen, is everyone here?"

"One more to go."

Chen Sanshi turned around and looked at the very end of the line.

"Sixth Brother, Sixth Brother, stop hiding."

Fang Qingyun shook his head: "Come out."

Wang Zhi, who was just recovering from his serious injury, walked out with his head down, his eyes darting around and his expression embarrassed: "Me, can I go too?"

"Why not?"

Fang Qingyun retorted, "How do you think you survived such severe injuries?"

"Is that Master?"

Wang Zhi trembled and almost knelt on the ground: "He's not angry with me anymore?"

"I'm still angry. Who told you to lead the entire Xuanwu Camp to attack the city back then just because of 'loyalty'? How many unnecessary casualties did that cause?"

Fang Qingyun sighed, "But it's not like I'll cut you off completely. You should stay with Junior Brother Sanshi for now. When the old man is in a better mood, I'll put in a good word for you."

"Fourth Senior Brother, your leg..."

Looking at the lower half of the scholar in the blue robe, Wang Zhi asked with concern, "Where have you been in the fifty-seventh year of Longqing? I haven't seen you for a whole year. Everyone said you were about to break through to the Martial Saint realm. How did things turn out like this? You even abandoned martial arts for literature and were called some kind of bird, 'Phoenix Chick'."

"There's no need to bring up the past."

Fang Qingyun's smile turned bitter: "Now that everyone is here, let's set off."

"Set off--"

Li Qianzong waved his hand.

A large group of thousands set off.

Moreover, Li Qianzong and his men were all from the Eighth Battalion. With the Eighth Battalion's banner in charge, no one in the three northwestern prefectures dared to provoke them, and they traveled without any obstacles.

Chen Sanshi did not ride in a carriage.

He gave the carriage to Xu Bin's wife and Lan Jie'er, as they had just given birth and were still weak after more than a month of labor. In addition, they needed to breastfeed, and it would be inconvenient for them to walk with the large group.

Speaking of which, Xu Bin's daughter is quite adorable.