Transmigration begins with archery training

"The original plan was to march north in five months, at the beginning of spring. After what happened last night, everyone thinks we should maintain the status quo, or make some changes?"

"Naturally, we should stick to the original plan."

The commander of the Sky Eagle Camp stood up and said, "As we all know, the barbarians are mainly nomadic. Every late autumn, when there is plenty of pasture and their people and horses are strong, it is their most prosperous period. Conversely, in winter, their food and pasture become scarce, and after a period of depletion, they are often at their weakest when spring arrives the following year."

"On the other hand, our Northern Liang army began stockpiling food and supplies several years in advance, and had no such concerns at all."

"Wait until next spring."

"By using my strength to attack the enemy's weakness, and by shifting the balance of power, I am sure to achieve a decisive victory!"

"General Li is right!"

"I agree with General Li's statement."

Several key generals echoed this sentiment.

"General Lu!"

Cao Huan pointed at him and said, "Among those present, you are the most senior and experienced in the army. What do you think should be done next?"

"In my opinion."

Lu Ji said calmly, "What happened last night was no coincidence. Coupled with their actions at the front, it means they must have a bigger plan. If we continue to drag this out, it will be like being led by the nose and being in a passive position. It would be better to take the initiative and strike unexpectedly."

"General Chen."

Cao Huan then asked, "What is your opinion?"

Everyone turned to look at them.

Chen Sanshi today.

He was already among the most prestigious figures in the Northern Liang army.

"I share the same view as General Lü."

Chen Sanshi said frankly, "Let's make our move ahead of time. What does General Fang think?"

"Ah."

Due to health reasons, Fang Qingyun's current arrangement is to remain in Liangzhou City.

He nodded slightly: "Not only do we know that the barbarians are weak in the spring, but they know it themselves. The fact that they dare to come to the front line at this time shows that they must have made preparations. Taking them by surprise is indeed the best option."

"Mr. Xu."

Cao Huan shifted his gaze.

Xu Wencai waved his feather fan and said quietly, "In my opinion, it is time to take action."

"..."

"..."

finally.

Conservative and offensive approaches each account for half.

However, those who agreed to the attack were all renowned figures like Chen Sanshi and Lü Ji.

At last.

Cao Huan slammed his hand on the table and said, "Until Commander Sun returns, I will temporarily assume the position of commander-in-chief and have the authority to make decisions. I have not fought many battles, but I know that opportunities in battle cannot be missed."

"Pass down the order: the 200,000 troops in the Northern Frontier are ready to march!"

"One month from now, we'll set off for the grasslands!"

"Then, let's discuss properly how to fight this battle."

"..."

A dozen or so generals began to discuss it.

The conclusion reached was that Tiger Hill must be captured first, no matter what.

This mountain has a special location.

If we were to advance thousands of miles further, we would need an anchor point to stabilize the transport of supplies.

Tiger Hill is the best choice.

But so far.

People are not clear about the barbarian troop deployment at Tiger Hill. They only know that the prime minister of the Yuwen tribe is stationed there.

"The information brought back by scouts and night watchmen may not be entirely accurate. They also understand the principle of deception in warfare. This is a major battle concerning the fate of the nation, and we cannot be careless."

Cao Huan said, "If I remember correctly, Tiger Hill is located within your observation area, so you should be most familiar with its geography and terrain. Five days later, you will lead eight hundred light cavalry to scout it out. Is that alright?"

"no problem."

Chen Sanshi agreed.

That was exactly what he was thinking.

A major military and political meeting lasted until 7 PM.

After the generals left the palace, it was already pitch black outside.

Moreover, with the curfew in effect starting today, Liangzhou City is even quieter.

"Fellow disciples."

Fang Qingyun appeared at the end of the street: "Don't leave yet. A great battle is imminent. Let's get together as a family."

"Good good!"

Meng Guangxin was overjoyed: "I remember you used to have a jar of fine wine hidden away. It's time to bring it out!"

"Let's go."

Cheng Wei said, "We brothers don't get to see each other very often anyway."

"I shot a Zouwu."

Chen Sanshi said, "Send someone to fetch it; it can be used as a snack with drinks."

The ten fellow disciples walked together in twos and threes.

In terms of martial arts realm alone, Chen Sanshi is actually the weakest. His senior brothers and sisters are all at the peak of the Profound Image Realm, but they are stuck at the bottleneck of Martial Saint.

We arrived at the Governor's Mansion.

Sun Buqi and Sun Li were also there.

"Only Master is missing."

Third Senior Brother Nie Yuan said in a low voice, "Only now can we truly be considered a reunion."

"Not good."

Meng Guangxin said casually, "It's been so long since I've seen my master."

"It's been rare to see this in the last five or six years."

"..."

Chen Sanshi had just met him, but he didn't know where his master was or what he was doing.

"Generals, the banquet will be held at the Angelica Courtyard."

A maid led the way.

I saw.

The banquet was not prepared indoors, but was set up in the middle of the courtyard under the osmanthus tree, with many green plants and bonsai on both sides, and a bright moon hanging in the night sky overhead.

An elderly man with white hair and beard sat in the main seat.

"Master?!"

Everyone showed expressions of surprise and delight.

But soon, that surprise vanished.

Because they noticed.

Master's face was extremely pale, as if not two years had disappeared, but twenty years had passed on him. Layers of vicissitudes and aging were piled up, and he looked like he was about to die.

"Master?!"

Everyone said in unison.

Ye Fengxiu, who was usually taciturn, threw down the sword he was carrying and rushed forward: "What's wrong with you?"

The fellow disciples huddled together.

"Are you trying to trap me?"

Sun Xiangzong waved his hand impatiently: "Get out of the way."

Everyone had no choice but to do as instructed.

"Master."

Only Rong Yanqiu stayed by his side: "What's wrong with you?"

"I am exactly one hundred years old this year."

Sun Xiangzong said matter-of-factly, "Is it abnormal to be old? How many of you here will outlive me?"

This is true.

Everyone was still uncomfortable, but the atmosphere had improved somewhat.

The steward of the governor's mansion brought over a jar of wine and began pouring it for everyone.

"This wine is a sacred wine."

Sun Xiangzong slowly said, "Not only will you get drunk from drinking it, but even if you digest it through internal energy, you will still experience pain in your meridians for several days."

"Each of you ten, demonstrate your cultivation technique to me. For every flaw I find, you shall drink a bowl of it."

"Boss, let's start with you."

"Yes, Master."

Lü Ji picked up his halberd and unleashed a powerful and sweeping display of his domineering halberd technique.

Then came the second child, the third child...

All the way up to Chen Sanshi, the fifteenth son.

Yes, in terms of ranking, he was actually the fifteenth disciple. There were five senior brothers ahead of him who all perished in a battle.

"Second brother, your marksmanship is still terrible. Drink five bowls."