Transmigration begins with archery training

Chapter 263

"..."

"My good-for-nothing grandson is fortunate enough to participate in such a war!"

The aged Grand Secretary Yan Liang said in a deep voice, "It is a great fortune for the Great Sheng Dynasty to have such young talents. It is a blessing brought about by His Majesty's extensive merits!"

The prince, leaning on his cane, his face almost pressed against the map: "Divine General, Heaven-sent Divine General..."

"It seems that neither His Majesty nor His Highness needs to go to Mingzhou anymore."

Gao Bo kowtowed and said, "After this battle, I believe that in three to five months at most, the chaos in Mingzhou will be completely quelled!"

"Hmm, it certainly saves me and the court a lot of trouble."

The Longqing Emperor looked towards the corner and asked, "Fang Qingyun, speak up. Did you teach these things?"

"Your Majesty, this was not my idea. I am ashamed to say that I have had no contact with Chen Sanshi since the war began in Mingzhou."

Fang Qingyun said, "All of this was probably due to his own improvisation."

He stared at the route drawn in red ink on the map, realizing that even he would have to study it carefully and record it after returning home. He felt that even if he were in that battle, he would never have been able to achieve this; at most, he would have only managed to save his own life.

Four crossings of Hongze.

These four characters are destined to be recorded in history and military books, for military strategists to study and admire hundreds and thousands of years from now!

He only...

Eighteen years old!

In a history spanning thousands of years, how many famous generals have emerged at the age of eighteen?!

"Adaptability?"

When the officials heard that it had nothing to do with "Phoenix Chick" and was purely the result of Chen Sanshi's independent command, they were even more incredulous.

"Divine General!"

"A divinely appointed general!"

Numerous officials kowtowed deeply.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty! Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"Okay."

Emperor Longqing kept his emotions hidden, but the joy in his eyes was undeniable. He waved his hand and said, "Reward him! I will reward him handsomely. Here's what we'll do: after the rebellion in Mingzhou is completely quelled, find a time to summon him to the capital! I want to have a good meeting with this eighteen-year-old general!"

Fang Qingyun hesitated for a moment before saying, "Your Majesty, this..."

"What? Is there something wrong?"

Emperor Longqing said jokingly, "Could it be that Minister Fang is afraid I will take away the men from your Eight Great Camps?"

"Your Majesty's words have terrified me."

Fang Qingyun explained, "Whether it's the Eight Great Camps or the whole country, they are all His Majesty's subjects. How can you say that we are kidnapping people?"

"Look how scared you are. I was just teasing you."

The Longqing Emperor leaned back on his dragon throne: "Then it's settled. The others will be rewarded as appropriate after the war ends. As for General Chen Sanshi, let's wait until after we arrive in the capital. This time will also give me time to consider what reward I should give him!"

"Your Majesty is holy."

Fang Qingyun bowed his head.

He turned to look out of the main hall at the northern sky.

The unrest in Mingzhou has come to an end.

……

The seventy-third year of the Longqing reign.

On July 25, the southern part of Mingzhou was pacified.

On the sixth day of the eighth lunar month, Zhong Wuxin led his troops to withdraw from the Jianmen Gorge area. The situation was temporarily stabilized in Dingxi Prefecture. While dealing with the Dasheng army from Yanzhou, they gradually withdrew.

On August 22, the Vermilion Bird Camp and the White Tiger Camp attacked into western Mingzhou and caught up with Zhong Wuxin's troops along with Lü Ji and others. The Western Qi army suffered 80% casualties, with two Xuanxiang and twenty Tongmai killed in battle, and countless others. They retreated all the way back to the west of the Great Wall. After receiving support from the Western Qi army, they suffered two more defeats before finally stabilizing the situation by taking advantage of the terrain.

On September 12, the army swept away the remaining rebels in Mingzhou.

On September 21, Mingzhou was pacified.

On September 28th, the Beijing army returned to the capital, while the remaining troops returned to their original positions, and the reserve battalion returned in triumph.

"Old Zhao, did we arrive in January or February?"

"Can not remember."

"This war has been going on for almost a year."

"Yes."

"It seems like our family has become famous this time."

"That's right, even that martial arts master from the capital, Jiang something-or-other, has to show him respect when he sees you, sir!"

"Strange, why do they all look so shocked after learning about the results?"

"Yes."

"Isn't it normal and reasonable to fight and win battles alongside adults?"

On the way back to Liangzhou.

While the other groups were still discussing the Four Crossings of Hongze, only the Poyang brothers remained unusually calm; they simply felt a little guilty.

"Brothers, we need to work harder on our training when we get back."

"Yes, it's really not very useful."

"By the way, have you seen the adults?"

"It seems they went to Baigou County."

……

Baigou County.

Beneath the broken walls and ruins, only half of the city gate remained, swaying precariously in the autumn wind.

Chen Sanshi rode Qianxun slowly into the city.

Not long ago, the Vermilion Bird Camp and the White Tiger Camp came here.

The corpses on the streets had all disappeared, presumably disposed of by the army, either burned or thrown into mass graves in some mountain. The county town became deserted, except for the occasional one or two survivors with numb eyes wandering around, and only rats crossing the street remained. The huge city was like a ghost town.

After this battle, the Western Qi state suffered considerable losses and probably wouldn't dare to attempt anything again for many years.

However, Minnesota also suffered huge losses and will need five to ten years to recover.

Chen Sanshi rode his white swan horse around the city and its outskirts, but in the end he couldn't find the person he was looking for. He sighed and thought that it seemed they were not destined to meet, so he turned his horse around and prepared to leave.

"Daddy..."

Just then, a timid yet courageous childlike voice rang out.

Chen Sanshi turned around.

A thin, small figure emerged from the narrow alley. His clothes, already patched and tattered, were in tatters. He held a dead rat he had picked up from somewhere, and his large eyes looked exceptionally clear against his filthy face.

God knows how she's survived until now.

"You just..."

Chen Sanshi leaned down: "What did you call me?"

"Daddy."

The little girl didn't dare get too close, standing about seven or eight steps away, and said earnestly, "Father told me that after he can no longer speak, I should go outside and call any man I meet 'Father,' and any woman I meet 'Mother'..."

"Okay."

Chen Sanshi dismounted, stretched out his hands, and tried his best to make his voice sound gentle: "Father will take you home."

One battle after another.

He had long been tainted with an inexplicable and malevolent aura.

But after only a moment's hesitation, the little girl walked over with small, quick steps.

Chen Sanshi lifted him onto the horse's back: "Have you ever ridden a horse before?"

"No."

"What's your name?"

"My name is Xixi."

"Last name?"

"What is Father's surname?"

"My surname is Chen."