Transmigration begins with archery training

In addition, there is news about the Witch God Cult.

The Witch God Cult was briefly quelled for about six months.

Just over a month ago, the persecution of the sect's disciples resumed, and the perpetrators remain unidentified. Even if it's related to the "immortals" in the Luo Tian Mountains, someone should have witnessed it.

malevolent aura...

He recalled the strange phenomena in the Luotian Mountains.

Chen Sanshi now feels that it is probably related to the revival of spiritual energy, and it seems necessary to find time to go into the mountains again.

After returning this time, I've gained some knowledge and am trying to figure out what these cultivators are doing.

Liangzhou is his home.

Even without involving the cultivation world.

The incident in Yunzhou on the tenth day must never be allowed to happen again.

Put aside all my thoughts.

Chen Sanshi then realized that his daughter in his arms had fallen asleep. He gently put her back on the bed and was about to leave when he noticed that the little girl's hand was still tightly gripping his sleeve. He was worried that forcibly pulling her away would wake her up.

At last.

He simply sat on the edge of the bed, intending to carefully consider his future plans, but somehow, the fatigue he had accumulated since returning home overwhelmed him, and he fell asleep sitting up.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already dawn outside the window.

The little girl was covering him with a tiger-skin blanket.

"Father is awake?"

Chen Yunxi ran out of bed and returned with hot water and a towel.

"I am leaving."

After hastily washing his face, Chen Sanshi mounted Qianxun and headed to the military camp he had been away from for a long time.

"Dong dong!"

It was exactly the hour of Mao (5-7 AM).

After roll call, the soldiers were drilling, and the deafening war drums and battle cries could be heard from a great distance.

"grown ups!"

A familiar voice came to my ears.

Xia Cong rushed over: "You've finished your seclusion?"

"Ah."

Chen Sanshi looked in the direction of Hongze Camp: "How is it?"

"Everything is perfect!"

Xia Cong said, "Currently, all the commanders of the twelve battalions are in Liangzhou. Not long ago, His Highness the Sixth Prince also came by imperial decree, waiting for you to come out of the pass, muster your troops, and then set off."

"wait for me?"

Chen Sanshi knew that this seclusion would last for half a year, and even if his fourth senior brother helped cover it up, he would have to show his face by now.

He learned that the Sixth Prince was currently in the central military tent, so he went there on his own initiative.

……

The Chinese military tent.

"General Fang."

Sixth Prince Cao Huan stood in front of the sand table: "When will General Chen's seclusion end? After the large-scale troop mobilization this month, we will enter the next stage of training to prepare for battle on the grasslands at any time."

"Let's begin."

From his wheelchair, the scholar in the blue robe said, "General Chen has entered a critical phase of seclusion; it would be best not to disturb him."

"Well, fine then."

Cao Huan gave instructions to those around him, preparing to arrange the specific details.

It was at this time.

The tent flap was opened.

A figure in a white robe appeared in everyone's sight.

"Your Highness, it is I who am late."

Chen Sanshi clasped his hands in a fist and said, "We can now muster the troops."

"You are General Chen?"

Cao Huan stepped forward to greet him: "I have long admired your name! Even in the Xihua Palace these past two years, I have often heard your name. You are truly a great general bestowed upon my Great Sheng by Heaven."

"Your Highness, thank you for the compliment."

Chen Sanshi exchanged pleasantries and took the opportunity to look him up and down.

This sixth prince is not old, only in his early forties, but perhaps due to years of confinement, his hair is already completely white, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes reveal a sense of vicissitude.

This is the fate of the royal children.

Once you step into the imperial court, there is no turning back, unless you choose to withdraw gracefully from the beginning.

"Now that General Chen has finished his seclusion, he must have made some breakthroughs?"

Cao Huan asked casually, "When you first went into seclusion, I heard that you had just entered the Profound Elephant Realm. Have you mastered it now?"

"By sheer luck, I achieved a minor breakthrough."

Chen Sanshi calmly and truthfully stated the facts.

Actually, according to the rules in the military camp...

One's level of attainment cannot be concealed.

There is currently no need to hide it.

"Xiao Cheng?"

Hear the words.

Not only Cao Huan, but all the generals in the camp were taken aback.

What the hell?

Minor achievement in the Profound Realm?!

"Crash-"

The sound of armor clashing rang out.

All the generals stood in awe.

How long has this person been practicing martial arts?

It was just over two years ago.

When selecting forwards.

If I remember correctly, this person is still barely at the Transformation Realm?

Two years.

He soared from the Transformation Realm all the way to the Profound Realm!

What is this concept?

In fact.

Chen Sanshi himself was somewhat dazed and didn't think it was an exaggerated thing.

But to outsiders, it's simply unbelievable.

The path of martial arts defies the heavens.

Resources, physique, comprehension...

With each layer of difficulty stacked together, countless people are stumped by each bottleneck.

Take, for example, the most difficult skill: neutralizing force.

Eighty percent of martial artists in the world get stuck at this step.

The remaining 20% ​​will be stuck at the breakthroughs in the Meridian Opening and Profound Manifestation stages. Even geniuses need a lot of time to cultivate and improve slowly.

But this guy...

He has been practicing martial arts for a total of three years, but has only been in Liangzhou for a little over two years!

People are more mad than people.

In the blink of an eye.

That scout officer has grown into a respectable and upright commander of his own faction.

And don't forget that he also possesses the physique of a Martial Saint.

Continue like this.

He will likely soon become one of the top figures in the entire northern border, second only to General Lü Ji.

"Now that General Chen has finished his seclusion..."

After the shock.

Cao Huan continued discussing serious matters: "Let's begin mustering troops in the next two days."

……

During the Great Sheng Dynasty, the act of mustering troops had two meanings.

First, it involves mobilizing troops and generals for the expedition.

Second, the military parade.

The purpose of this troop mobilization was, naturally, the second one.

The expansion of the camp took two full years and cost countless amounts of silver. Naturally, an imperial envoy was needed to inspect it and see if there were any oversights or if anyone was so audacious as to be corrupt and receive salaries without working.

Twelve battalions, each with 15,000 men.

A total of 180,000 people!

In wartime, civilian laborers are also added.

They could easily claim to have 300,000 people.

of course.

This is not the limit.

There are still a large number of garrison troops in the three northwestern prefectures.

The Great Sheng Dynasty had a vast territory and a large population.

As long as there is food and supplies, troops can be continuously recruited.

Thus began preparations for a grand troop mobilization.

There were too many people in the central command tent, and Fang Qingyun also had troops to deal with.

Chen Sanshi didn't rush to talk about the ends of the earth. Instead, he picked up his spear and left, intending to go to Hongze Camp first.

"Greetings, fellow disciples!"

On his way, he encountered his senior classmates whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

When the troops are mustered, the commanders of each battalion will naturally have to return.

"Hello, junior brother~"

Unlike usual, Rong Yanqiu didn't come up to chat enthusiastically. Instead, she leaned against a stone pillar and listlessly played with a flower.

Second Senior Brother Cheng Wei, with a worried expression, was calculating with his abacus, looking just like a businessman who had just made a huge loss.

Fifth Senior Brother Meng Guangxin sat cross-legged on the ground with his eyes closed, tapping the wooden fish with a "da da da" sound. He couldn't control his agitated emotions at all. Each time he tapped the wooden fish, cracks would appear, until it finally broke apart with a "crack".