Transmigration begins with archery training

Intelligence must be shared, and it must be truthful.

This is a military regulation, and a strict, unwritten one.

Even if they were not on good terms before, they still had to exchange information; otherwise, it would be tantamount to murdering the Right Army. If it caused serious consequences, they would be regarded as traitors and their entire families could be executed.

After hearing these words.

Cao Fan clenched his fist.

He began frantically searching for a "dead end" on the map, and after racking his brains, he finally found a flaw: "It's too late! Even if the Western Qi Kingdom in the northwest didn't care before, after the grain and fodder were burned, they would definitely send troops south to besiege General Zhao. If we go to join them at this time, we will run into the Western Qi Kingdom's army head-on, and it will still be a dead end. They can't take Wutong Prefecture!"

"Your Highness is indeed well-versed in military strategy; even I overlooked this. You are right; they are still going to die."

Sha Wenlong nodded in satisfaction: "The difference is that before he died, he helped us relieve some of the pressure."

"This guy……"

Even Cao Fan began to appreciate his talent.

If he could go back to before the selection process began, instead of waiting for the other party to flatter him, and instead of simply treating them as "dogs" that needed to choose their masters, would it be possible to recruit them for his own use?

Grandfather is truly capable; he recognized this person as extraordinary long ago.

But it's too late to say anything now.

It would be best if this person died in the Wutong Prefecture area; otherwise, if he were to live to the end, there would be big trouble.

outside the city.

The Chinese military tent.

"So fast? So they really couldn't stop it..."

Dong An closed his eyes, feeling a strange sense of frustration.

He was really outmaneuvered by a greenhorn.

"Sun Xiangzong's disciples all deserve to die, they all deserve to die!"

Dong An practically smashed the map to pieces: "Surround them! Surround them behind Jinquan Prefecture! I want their heads! I want to see the head of the man surnamed Chen! Do you understand?!"

"Yes!"

……

On the border of Yanzhou, the army camp of the Western Qi Kingdom.

Martial Saint Zhong Wuxin looked at the intelligence report of the burned granary, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty. Finally, all his emotions turned into a cold laugh: "If I had known Dong An was such a useless piece of trash, I shouldn't have listened to his advice and played this 'closing the door to beat the dog' trick. Now look what's happened, the grain is gone. Maybe it would be better to let Liang Ji take command."

"General, what's the next step?"

The lieutenant asked, "Our own provisions will take another twenty days to arrive. What will be the gap in between..."

"Let's retreat."

Zhong Wuxin said, "Leave 20% of the troops to defend. If they can hold the line, they can; if not, they can retreat. The rest of the troops should withdraw 200 li ahead of time to Jing'an Prefecture to rest and regroup, waiting for the supply of provisions to be restored. This task is yours. I, the commander, will personally go to Jianmen Gorge to meet Lü Ji."

"You don't need to worry. This battle will only increase the cost. Even if we can't defeat the Sheng Dynasty in a short time, as long as Liang Jinian is here and the Secret Weapon Book is here, we will still have the advantage of timing, location, and popular support."

Because this is a signal!

A scholar blessed by the gods has established a firm foothold in Mingzhou, which is tantamount to announcing to the whole world that the Great Sheng Dynasty's fate is sealed. Those who want to rebel, those who are hesitant about rebelling, and those who have already rebelled, should all go crazy together!

In less than six months, the Sheng Dynasty will be completely thrown into chaos.

When that time comes, the northern barbarians, Dongqing, and Nanxu will all rush in, each getting a large piece of the pie. The Cao family, who have occupied the Central Plains for hundreds of years, should also give up their position.

The battle of national destiny!

This is a true battle for the fate of the nation!

……

Beijing.

Wanshou Palace.

"Dong An, hehe~"

On the dragon chair.

Holding the battle report, the Longqing Emperor's lips curled into a strange smile as he said, "Dong An, Dong An~ Does anyone still remember that he was the martial arts champion personally selected by me, that his marriage was also bestowed by me, and that even when his son suffered from an incurable disease a few years ago, it was I who personally found a precious medicine to cure him? And yet, for a celestial book he's never even seen, he turns around and stabs me in the back. Interesting, truly very interesting!"

Many high-ranking officials in red robes knelt down, including the Grand Secretary Yan Liang. Their heads were all pressed to the ground, and no one dared to look up.

In the corner, in a wheelchair, sat a scholar with a calm expression.

When His Majesty is truly angry, he doesn't yell or shout; he speaks with a smile, just like he is now.

"Your Majesty, calm down!"

"The army has already set off to quell the rebellion, and I believe that Mingzhou will be pacified within six months!"

Anyone who cultivates a trusted confidant who betrays them, and with such a huge impact, would find it hard to accept.

"Where is Sun Xiangzong?!"

The Longqing Emperor flicked the wide sleeves of his Taoist robe and draped them on either side of the dragon throne: "Ever since I approved his expansion of the army, he has disappeared. With such a big incident, shouldn't he go back in person? Fang Qingyun, don't pretend you're deaf and dumb, I'm asking you this."

"Replying to your Majesty."

Fang Qingyun said, "I didn't know either. I was also abandoned in the capital."

"Where did he go, and what was he doing? We need to have a general explanation, right?"

Longqing narrowed his eyes slightly: "Did you go to find a place to recuperate? You could have told me. He is my brother. Would I not help him? Why waste your time alone?"

"Your Majesty, I truly do not know."

Fang Qingyun sighed, "He doesn't tell me everything."

"Hehe~ Okay, let him be."

Longqing did not press further: "Fang Qingyun, tell me, how will the situation in Mingzhou develop next? Oh, Chen Aiqing is also inside. He was your junior brother. Aren't you heartbroken that he died inside?"

"Dying on the battlefield is the fate of the Eighth Battalion. What's there to feel sorry about?"

Fang Qingyun said leisurely, "Moreover, no further news about the battle has come back yet, so it might not be as bad as it seems."

"Oh?"

The Longqing Emperor smirked: "What, can the remaining 20,000 men create a miracle for me?"

"Who knows."

Fang Qing concealed his worries: "Anything is possible before the dust settles."

This was actually his prayer.

"Alright, I'll only give Lü Ji and Jiang Yuanbo three months. If they still can't resolve this within three months..."

Emperor Longqing suddenly stood up: "I will personally lead the expedition."

……

Jinquan Mansion.

After more than two months of arduous march, the reserve battalion soldiers finally got a day to catch their breath.

Then a new question arose: where to go next?

"General Zhao has sent a letter!"

Looking at the intelligence report, Yu Song said excitedly, "He said that if we attack from both sides and wipe out the small group of troops in the west, we will definitely be able to take Wutong Prefecture. If we hold out for another two months, we should be able to wait for reinforcements!"

"It's too late. General Zhao and his men have been wandering around for too long, giving the enemy enough time to react. In a few more days, the Qi army from the Northwest will come south."