Transmigration begins with archery training

Chen Sanshi stood on the deck, gazing at the rising sun in the east, and exhaled a breath of stale air.

[Technique: Dragon Spear of National Defense - Meridian Opening (Beginner)]

【Progress: 418/500】

I'm not far from mastering the meridian system.

Time flies so fast.

I still remember when he was in Poyang County, he was worried about entering the Bone Refining stage. Now he has already opened his meridians. Once he enters the Profound Image stage, he will truly be among the top martial artists in the world and be able to stand on his own.

It's not just him.

these two months.

Five of his men actually achieved organ refinement, and three of them were rising stars: Wu Da, Zhuang Yi, and Wang Li. On the battlefield, they were finally able to protect themselves.

Their medical skills have also improved considerably.

[Skill: Medicine. Basic (Minor Success)]

【Progress: 782/2000】

Even with only minor success, one can reach the level of a master alchemist; upon achieving major success, the effects will certainly be even better.

"Coming!"

The military officer in charge of steering the ship said, "In two hours at most, we will be entering the dock of Tongnan Prefecture. Gentlemen, you can make preparations in advance."

Tongnan Prefecture is located on the eastern border, but it is not currently on the front line.

Because the battle line has already been pushed to Laizhou.

Tongnan Prefecture served as a granary for rest and recuperation, and also as a training ground for Chen Sanshi to receive three thousand Xuanjia soldiers.

"Xu Wencai, map!"

Chen Sanshi called out instinctively, but when no one answered, he belatedly realized that the old scholar was no longer by his side.

"My lord! A map!"

Bai Tingzhi came running at the sound: "My lord, let me give you some advice!"

"you?"

Chen Sanshi politely declined, saying, "We're almost there. Let's pack up and get ready to disembark."

Along the way.

He never found another opportunity to steal the incense offerings.

Because whenever Yun Xiaozhi and his companion disembarked, Pei Tiannan would accompany them, almost confirming that the Crown Prince was the backer of the Fragrant God Sect.

Unexpectedly, while the Longqing Emperor was cultivating immortality, his son was also secretly involved in the incense and deity practices, and there was a 90% chance that he himself was cultivating, though it was unknown to what extent he had progressed.

One of them colluded with the Witch God Cult to massacre the city.

A group that uses the Incense God to perform human sacrifices.

Are these the Cao family members?

What a prosperous dynasty!

Before this, the evaluations of the Crown Prince that Chen Sanshi had heard were actually quite positive. He had been diligent in his duties as regent for forty years, playing the role of a mender, but in the end, he did the same things as his father.

this time.

The Incense God Cult collected a large amount of incense along the way, giving the impression that they were impatient and wanted to uproot the leeks (a metaphor for the cult), without knowing what important or urgent matter they had encountered that needed to be dealt with.

The Cao family's disputes have nothing to do with him.

I just hope it won't affect the battle I'm about to fight.

The boat began to slow down and eventually docked at a busy pier.

A figure dressed in a blue robe and sitting in a wheelchair stood out.

Xu Wencai is not here, but the fourth senior brother is.

"Brother!"

Chen Sanshi greeted him with a fist and palm salute, then naturally pushed the wheelchair.

"Junior brother, it's been over a year since I last saw you, and you've become even more muscular and strong."

Fang Qingyun asked casually, "How's it going? I heard you have both a son and a daughter now?"

"Yes, while fighting in Mingzhou, I even had a daughter."

Chen Sanshi asked, "Where is Master? Why haven't we heard from him at all?"

"They went to make follow-up preparations for the Eighth Battalion, no, it should be said that the Twelfth Battalion."

Fang Qingyun said impatiently, "Well, I've prepared the map. Shall we talk about the current situation? Let me, your senior brother, also witness the genius who commanded the crossing of the Hongze River four times."

"You flatter me, senior brother. I was just lucky."

Guided by the Confucian scholar, Chen Sanshi arrived at a large mansion in the city.

Inside the hall, a sand table and map had already been prepared.

Without any pleasantries, the two got straight to the point.

"Qing Kingdom".

"Without the four tribes of the grassland uniting, it is the strongest country besides Dasheng, with as many as six martial saints on the surface and a total army of 600,000."

"Just two years ago, they had a coup, and three Martial Saints died overnight. The number of high-level martial artists was greatly reduced. This time, they originally wanted to take advantage of the internal turmoil in Mingzhou, but they ended up shooting themselves in the foot."

Fang Qingyun had already marked it on the map: "Two months ago, Tang Wang, a king of a different surname from Dongqing Kingdom, led an army of 180,000 to Laizhou. As a result, he was defeated by Meng Quji and lost his armor and weapons. 70,000 enemies were killed and 20,000 were captured."

"Now, the remaining 90,000 troops of Dongqing are scattered along the thousands of miles of battlefront in Laizhou and cannot be connected."

"Among them, 50,000 elite troops were trapped inside Yongle Prefecture City."

"The situation has reached a stalemate for the time being."

Chen Sanshi nodded and said, "If I remember correctly, Yongle Prefecture was the capital of the Former Yan. When the Great Sheng Dynasty was founded, it almost made Yongle its capital, but later, for some reason, it was moved to Chang'an."

"Yongle Prefecture is also known as one of the five most fortified cities in the world."

"There are 50,000 elite troops inside, plus a Martial Saint. A direct attack would likely come at a tremendous cost. The best course of action is to maintain the current situation and keep besieging them until their supplies run out. How long will that take?"

"Six months."

Fang Qingyun pointed to the city: "Yongle Prefecture itself is the primary granary on the border of Dongqing, enough to feed 50,000 elite troops for half a year. My junior brother and I share the same view; the best strategy is to besiege it."

"Only after Laizhou is captured can we enter Lingzhou and recapture Ziwei Mountain."

"The troop strength at the front is still quite strained. After all, the enemy has an army of 180,000. Currently, there are still nearly 100,000 scattered troops, but they have been cut into pieces."

"Six months won't do, that's too long."

Chen Sanshi looked at the south on the map: "If this drags on, the situation will likely turn against us. We need to find a way to finish this quickly, otherwise, if enemy reinforcements arrive, we might lose everything. Senior brother, do you know the composition of the enemy's troops?"

"Of course I know."

Fang Qingyun slowly explained: "The 50,000 elite troops trapped in Yongle Prefecture are battle veterans. The rest are mostly garrison soldiers conscripted from various parts of Qing Kingdom, or local garrisons. I have seen it with my own eyes. Although there are high-ranking generals, most of the men below them are only at the level of second-rate garrison soldiers of Dasheng."

The Qing Kingdom had existed for over 250 years, so its decay was inevitable.

The fighting strength and fighting spirit of the garrison soldiers were probably not high, otherwise they wouldn't have been defeated so quickly.

"If that's the case."

Chen Sanshi pondered, "There is a high probability that they will surrender. There must be a reason why they have resisted until now."

"It seems that Junior Brother has something on his mind."