Transmigration begins with archery training

The people you brought from Poyang…

"I am sure!"

Chen Sanshi said firmly.

Are you really sure, all of them?

Fang Qingyun asked again.

He and Mr. Xu had a few conversations recently and got along quite well. Mr. Xu was indeed a very talented person. It was just a pity that his birth limited his perspective and he needed to relearn many things. However, given time, he would surely achieve great things.

Add Tang Ruoshan, even if his meridians are destroyed, he can still be used. As for the others, there's not much to know.

"I am sure!"

Chen Sanshi's voice was loud and clear.

Not far away, Zhao Wuji, the general of Liangzhou, glanced over and kindly reminded him, "Young man, even if my Liangzhou soldiers are not as good as the Eight Great Camps, they are all battle-hardened."

"General Zhao, please don't be offended."

Chen Sanshi clasped his hands in a fist and said, "I'm just using the brothers I used to have."

"What's so strange about that?"

Zhao Wuji said calmly, "I just don't understand. Everyone else is desperately selecting elite troops, but you're creating disadvantages for yourself. What's the point? Even the simplest four-gate defensive formation requires five hundred men. Do you have enough?"

"Just right."

When Chen Sanshi crossed the river, there were about 400 people, and a group of people responsible for assisting the people to cross the river, totaling about 500 people. They were all temporarily placed in the Eighth Battalion as orderly soldiers.

This is in accordance with the rules.

Which general doesn't have his own trusted personal guards?

Any vanguard commander, if he has his own subordinates, can bring them into battle.

On the contrary, it allows for a better assessment of the true level of leadership.

However, the selected reserve generals came from the capital and thirty-six prefectures of the Great Sheng Dynasty. A considerable number of them had never fought a war and did not have their own subordinates. Some were too far away to be transferred.

Therefore, to ensure fairness, those without troops under their command can select soldiers from the Liangzhou garrison.

"General Fang."

Chen Sanshi then said, "For this selection of vanguards, I plan to use my original subordinates. If they perform well, could they stay in the Eighth Battalion and be promoted to combat soldiers?"

"of course."

Fang Qingyun affirmed, "We put them in service positions before because we didn't know their specific qualities. If they can really complete the entire course, it proves that their qualities are not a problem, and they can naturally be promoted to combat soldiers."

"Brother Chen, you're confused!"

Yan Changqing rushed over to stop him, saying, "Absolutely not! How can you use the defeated soldiers you brought from Poyang to participate in the selection assessment? Once the formation collapses, they will be eliminated in the first round and then participate in the selection of deputy generals. It will be very difficult for them to get a command position again!"

Poyang.

Er, a small county in the countryside.

Everyone knew perfectly well what the soldiers in the rural garrisons of the Great Sheng Dynasty were like, though no one could say it aloud.

In many places, half of the salaries were paid to people who didn't actually work, and some even sold their arrows and weapons for money.

In recent years, after Sun Xiangzong moved to Liangzhou, he reorganized the north and the problem of receiving salaries without working gradually decreased, but the fighting capacity was still extremely low.

"Brother Chen!"

Yan Changqing whispered in his ear: "I know you are a loyal person, but even if you are thinking of your old subordinates, you should understand one thing: as long as you get a good ranking in the selection and establish yourself in the Eighth Battalion, you will be able to bring them up sooner or later."

"Brother Yan, you don't need to worry about me."

Chen Sanshi frankly stated, "I use my old subordinates mainly to save time from having to work them out, and I also have confidence in them."

In fact, Poyang County was considered a good one. Xiang Tingchun had lofty ambitions and had been working hard to strengthen the army since taking office as a commander. However, corruption still existed within the county.

It wasn't until a great battle that fire refined gold that those who survived all possessed some real skills.

"Oh, so this is what it means to experience the benefits of a good reputation."

On the other side, Yin Hanwen deliberately raised his voice: "We're going to carry on this hypocrisy to the very end, aren't we afraid of ruining our own future?"

"There's no way around it; hypocrites are the best at winning people's hearts!"

Wen Qiushi chimed in, deliberately making sure those around him could hear.

"Actually, I don't think it's hypocrisy."

Among the many elite generals, there were also quite a few reasonable people.

One of the younger men, who was relatively thin, muttered in a low voice, "That Lord Chen almost risked his life to help the people cross the river. How could he be a hypocrite?"

"Tang Yingke, whose side are you really on?"

Yin Hanwen glared at him: "Take their side? Are you crazy?"

Tang Yingke immediately shut up.

From the moment he arrived at Xianhelou, he followed Cao Fan and the others, clearly indicating that he was also a young master from the capital.

"If he's afraid to say it, I will!"

Bai Tingzhi cursed, "You hypocrites yourselves, yet you can't stand seeing others as gentlemen? What are you! And this prince, I heard last night that the troops under his command were all transferred from the capital. Is there even a need for a competition? He won directly."

"Hiss, it's starting again..."

Chen Sanshi felt somewhat helpless; others could say whatever they wanted, so what could he do?

Were all the people from Cao Fan transferred from the capital?

It is clear that absolute fairness is impossible anywhere.

It's already quite good that any prospective general from a poor background can lead the elite troops of Liangzhou.

Moreover, setting up the formation is only the first test; there is much more to come.

The one with the best overall performance is the chief disciple.

"You insolent brat, how dare you defy the Crown Prince?!"

Yin Hanwen was furious and immediately reached for his weapon.

Prince Cao Fan stopped him, not angry, but his voice was icy: "Your name is Bai Tingzhi?"

"I won't change my name or surname!"

Bai Tingzhi straightened her back.

"What a fine example of 'not changing one's name or surname'!"

Cao Fan turned to look at Chen and Yan, and said in a sinister tone, "Bai Tingzhi, you really are a good dog who will bite for your master. It's a pity that your master is not me, and you chose the wrong master. Do you think they can protect you?"

"You don't need to threaten me!"

Bai Tingzhi said without the slightest fear, "If Your Highness wishes to make a move, you may do so now!"

"enough."

Fang Qingyun slowly spoke to stop their argument. His voice was still very soft, but it carried an inexplicable authority: "If you have any conflicts, settle them on the test field. Anyone who dares to fight in private will be disqualified from the selection process."

The two then gave up.

The generals who had been selected dispersed.

Chen Sanshi also met his subordinates whom he hadn't seen for several days at the training ground that had been temporarily assigned to him.

Time flies, and these people have naturally all improved their cultivation levels.

Zhu Tong and Wang Li only recently started practicing bone training.

The others also made progress.

"Don't worry, sir!"

Everyone was full of confidence: "We may not be able to match you in terms of cultivation level, but when it comes to formation and coordination, who can beat us? Those standing here now have all crawled out of piles of corpses!"