Transmigration begins with archery training

"The rest of my fellow disciples have not yet become Martial Saints, so they probably won't have much say."

"I still remember the former Great Yan Dynasty, where Li Wei, a king of a different surname, guarded the border for more than fifty years. After his death, his twelve adopted sons were either given poisoned wine, beheaded, or stripped of their merits. Some were even forced to seek refuge with the barbarians..."

"Oh.

"I almost forgot, we have a boss."

"With him around, he probably won't suffer the same fate as the adopted son of the Li family in the previous Great Yan dynasty."

"Who knows? Let's just leave it to fate."

While talking.

Fang Qingyun had already pushed the wheelchair away into the distance: "Junior brother, you came at the wrong time. If you had come to the Eight Great Camps earlier, you could have enjoyed a few good years while you were still at the height of your power. But you came to Liangzhou in the last few years and became the last disciple. Alas..."

The voice fell.

The scholar in the blue robe also disappeared completely into the darkness.

Chen Sanshi isn't stupid.

Of course, I could understand what my senior brother meant.

If it's just about sadness and sentimentality, why add a last sentence?

This is to call on him.

Looking back.

The three-year agreement to become a martial arts master was probably planned long ago.

Having learned the martial arts of one's master, one must also shoulder the responsibilities of that master.

and……

This doesn't exactly mean following someone else's wishes.

road.

It was my own choice to walk that path.

At first.

There are essentially two choices: one, go to the capital and become a dog.

Second, let's try our luck at the border.

at this point.

Why hesitate?

"Snapped!"

Chen Sanshi drank the tea in his cup in one gulp, then slammed the cup down and returned to his residence.

The Marquis of Wuyi's residence.

The backyard connects to a secluded alley.

The back door is wide open tonight.

Zhao Kang and others arrived one after another.

Once everyone had arrived, a young girl locked the back door.

The courtyard was filled with the aroma of herbs.

Lord Chen sat on a stone bench, with several boiling medicine furnaces in front of him.

"How about it?"

He asked, "Have you been feeling stifled in the barracks these past few days?"

“Frustrating!”

Xiong Qiu'an grumbled, "I'm so frustrated!"

"Yes."

Feng Yong continued, "Sir, after you kept us here, those bastards had even more complaints about us."

"So……"

Chen Sanshi asked, "Why can't you just keep to yourselves in this abject state?"

Everyone was silent.

What else could it be?

It's simply because their level of understanding is insufficient.

Otherwise, they could compete legitimately.

"My lord, it is our incompetence that is to blame!"

"..."

Chen Sanshi didn't rush to speak, but instead ladled out a bowl of dark, murky medicine: "Wu Da, you go first."

Wu Da's physique is definitely at the level of the Mystic Phenomenon, and coupled with his excellent comprehension, he is now the one with the highest realm among this group.

"it is good."

Without saying a word, Wu Da, the scarred-face man, picked it up and ate it.

Subsequently.

He then felt a clear sensation that flowed through his body after entering his stomach.

This medicinal effect...

It's even better than precious medicine!

After Wu Da finished drinking, he immediately tried cultivating and immediately felt the rapid progress.

"This……"

"My lord! What kind of medicine is this?!"

"How can it be?!"

"..."

"It's just ordinary medicine."

Chen Sanshi said calmly, "That's all I can do to help you."

Linghe.

He mixed the Linghe ointment into the top-grade tonic!

And this spiritual grain.

He used a pill-refining furnace that he bought from the cultivation world to brew it.

After testing, it was found that the effect was many times better than that of the spiritual grains brewed in the Xuan Tie Furnace, and as long as one's cultivation level reached above the Refining Organs realm, there were basically no side effects when consuming it.

Poyang's men.

He is adaptable on the battlefield and loyal.

The only drawback is that they lack the necessary qualifications.

There's no way for the mortal realm to make amends.

So he used the methods of an immortal to make amends!

Now, Hongze Camp has no problem following him to fight the barbarians.

but……

Ultimately, they weren't one of our own.

To truly transform it into their own Hongze Camp, they first need a sufficient number of trusted generals.

As for Linghe's matter...

After visiting the ends of the earth, I no longer seem so shameful.

If the truth really comes out, there are plenty of ways to cover it up.

Although the exact nature of the celestial treasure is still unclear, the method for refining spiritual grains has been explained after the Heavenly Gates opened this time, and there is no need to keep it to ourselves any longer.

As his cultivation level improved, the Linghe Ointment became less effective for Chen Sanshi, but it was still a top-notch medicine for his subordinates, and it would be a waste to keep it hidden away.

After Wu Da.

The remaining people also drank the tonic mixed with Linghe ointment one after another.

"Five meridians open, fifteen energy transformations."

Chen Sanshi gave the following requirement: "If you still cannot meet this requirement within six months, leave Hongze Camp on your own."

Thanks to the spiritual herbs, plus unlimited tonics.

If you don't even have this much of a sense of humility, then you're truly hopeless.

"grown ups!"

"no problem!"

Zhao Kang said confidently, "With this miraculous medicine, I will be able to achieve meridian opening within two months!"

Unblocking meridians and neutralizing internal energy.

Equivalent to a lieutenant general and a centurion.

He was also the most important general in charge of controlling the army.

As long as there are enough people, no matter how much trouble they cause, Chen Sanshi is confident that he can keep Hongze Camp firmly under his control. After explaining some specific matters to everyone, he let them leave.

Unknowingly.

It was already broad daylight.

Without even taking a break, he donned his full armor again and headed to the military camp for roll call.

From today on.

Hongze Camp was responsible for observation along a section of the Great Wall and dealing with probing and harassment by small groups of cavalry.

When Chen Sanshi led his troops to the Great Wall, he felt that the scene was very familiar, just like in Poyang back then. The difference was that now he commanded 10,000 men and was a Xuanxiang General himself.

"grown ups!"

Xia Cong took the initiative to bring out a map: "My lord, please take a look. This is the current troop distribution of the four tribes of the grassland."

"It's not just us who are actively preparing for the war."

"The barbarians also noticed this and mobilized a large army to guard the front-line tribes half a year ago."

"At the forefront of us is the army of the Yuwen tribe!"

"Currently, there are approximately 20,000 troops, with Yuwen's prime minister stationed among them."

"This is a localized situation."

"Looking at the big picture, our forces total 200,000, while the allied forces of the four barbarian tribes number over 400,000."

"After the Northern Expedition officially began."

"They should be able to react quickly, so it will be a tough battle in a head-on confrontation."

Yuwen Tribe.

I've had dealings with Chen Sanshi before.

He stood on the observation platform, gazing out at the boundless northern desert.

There, there is a capital city of barbarians.

The barbarian tribes lived in the desert.

They either didn't have cities, or they lived in all sorts of tents.

Either most cities are similar to small towns, mainly used for gathering and trading, and have virtually no defensive capabilities.

As for the major cities of the barbarian tribes...

It is more than 10,000 miles away from the border of Liangzhou.

Chen Sanshi silently calculated the cost in his mind.