Transmigration begins with archery training

"Liangzhou is trapped, and the roads are blocked by heavy snow. Even if we transfer grain and fodder from Yanzhou, it is impossible to keep up with the speed of our isolated army's advance. We are a completely isolated army."

"When the Xuanwu Camp split up earlier, they only took ten days' worth of personal rations and horse feed. Now they're almost used up. If this continues, we'll be eating snow."

He spent only a few days with the army in Hongze Camp.

You can tell just by looking at it.

This is a...

A truly ferocious and powerful army!

Even in such harsh conditions, they remained completely calm and composed.

But even the most formidable army needs food to fill its stomachs.

"Good question!"

"Om-"

Chen Sanshi's spear suddenly appeared in his hand, pointing towards a fortress that was vaguely visible in the wind and snow ahead: "Your Highness, do you see what this is?"

"A barbarian city."

Cao Zhi popped a piece of dried meat into his mouth: "Fifteen thousand soldiers and two garrison commanders. In order not to hold my elder brother back, I memorized all the intelligence before coming here."

"Do not."

Chen Sanshi's voice boomed like thunder: "Where the enemy is, that is our army's granary!"

……

Frosty City.

Although it is called a city, it does not actually have city walls. It is more like a small town, and its main function is to facilitate trade between various barbarian tribes within a radius of thousands of miles.

There are also 15,000 troops stationed here, jointly managed by the Duan and Murong clans.

The commander was a member of the Duan royal family named Duan Zhe, who had reached the Great Perfection of the Profound Image Realm.

His position within the clan was neither high nor low; he couldn't reach the core leadership. So he decided to voluntarily choose to be stationed here, which would allow him to avoid conflicts and also provide him with plenty of opportunities to make money.

"What a pity! Soon, my Celestial Clan will take over the Central Plains, and then this Frostwind City won't be as valuable!"

Just as Duan Zhe was feeling sentimental, his subordinates delivered intelligence.

"General!"

"A letter from the Four Wise Kings of Yuwen!"

"..."

"he?"

Duan Zhe said nonchalantly, "Why are you sending me letters when you have nothing better to do? The battle at the front doesn't need me. Are you suggesting that someone from Sheng is attacking us?"

He opened the letter.

Immediately, his expression turned serious.

"General?"

Deputy General Murong Chao asked, "What happened?"

"You should know Chen Baipao, the one whose reputation has soared in the last two years, right?"

After Duan Zhe finished reading the letter, he threw it into the charcoal brazier and burned it to ashes: "He is heading towards the northern desert. Yuwen Lao Si said that he might appear near us and told us to be careful."

"What?"

Murong Chao was taken aback: "The blood sacrifice in Liangzhou, the heavy snow blocked the roads, and he still dares to come to the northern desert?"

"Report——"

"Twenty miles outside the city, enemy troops have been spotted approaching. Their numbers and commander are unknown!"

"Really here?"

Murong Chao was not afraid. Instead, he calmly analyzed, "It must be Chen Sanshi! He has 15,000 men in his Hongze Camp, and we also have 15,000 men. We both have two Xuanxiang Great Completion cultivators. What is there to fear?! We just need to stall for a few days, and the nearby tribes will send troops to our aid! That will be the time for you and me to make a great contribution!"

He is different from Duan Zhe.

He did not come here voluntarily, but was ostracized and longed to make a name for himself.

"Pass on my orders!"

Murong Chao raised his battle sword: "Murong troops, assemble! Proceed to the city gates and form ranks, ready to fight the Sheng people to the death!"

He and Duan Zhe were nominally in a position of authority, but in reality, neither was under the other's command, and each controlled half of the troops in the area.

"General Duan, what are you waiting for?"

Murong Chao urged, "Quickly gather your troops! Don't miss the opportunity! That Chen fellow dared to venture deep into this area alone; he's practically courting death."

"Well said, that's practically suicide."

Duan Zhe readily agreed, saying, "You go outside the city and form ranks first. I'll go get the weapons, then gather the troops, and then I'll come over to fight alongside you, sharing life and death!"

"it is good!"

Murong Chao grabbed his long sword and rushed out of the city.

In the midst of wind and snow.

Murong Chao sat on horseback, with his army of over seven thousand men standing ready behind him.

Ahead of them, in the blurred vision obscured by the wind and snow, a patch of black suddenly appeared amidst the vast white expanse of heaven and earth, until it covered the entire road ahead.

"Boom boom boom!"

Accompanied by the deafening sound of war drums and the thunderous clatter of hooves, a dark figure emerged from the snow, gradually revealing its true form—a disciplined and fierce army! Even in such harsh conditions, they maintained a complex military formation. The land itself was covered in ice and snow, yet the soldiers of the Murong tribe felt an extra chill upon seeing this army, making their hair stand on end.

It's like a steel beast advancing across the vast land!

Amidst the steel behemoth, a vermilion flag flutters in the gale, bearing a large character "Chen".

Chen Sanshi's white-robed general's banner!

The barbarian soldiers in Frostwind City had naturally heard of this renowned general, but they were still in a daze, because no one knew why this terrifying army had suddenly appeared deep in the northern desert.

Thinking like this.

They couldn't help but feel uneasy.

"Brothers, do not be afraid! Kill this man, and we will enjoy wealth and glory!"

Murong Chao turned around: "Where is General Duan? Why haven't his troops been mobilized yet!"

"Report——"

"General, this is bad!"

"General Duan..."

"They led the Duan clan members to escape!"

"What did you say?!"

……

Five miles away.

Duan Zhe, carrying gold and silver treasures, led his troops and fled.

"You think Chen Sanshi is courting death? I think you're the one who's courting death!"

He spat on the ground as he spoke, thinking that Murong Chao really had no brains.

not long ago.

The eight hundred light cavalrymen surnamed Chen utterly destroyed the Yuwen Prime Minister's tribe at Tiger Hill. There were three Xuanxiang Great Completion cultivators there. The two of them couldn't hold out at all; staying behind would only be suicide.

Or rather, what's the point of working so hard?

The blood sacrifice is about to be completed. Let Chen Sanshi do whatever he wants. The good days for the Celestial Clan are yet to come. It would be a huge loss if they died now. It would be better to preserve their strength and seek refuge with other tribes nearby.

……

"That son of a bitch Duan Zhe, what a coward!"

Murong Chao launched into a tirade of curses.

"General!"

The subordinate asked in a trembling voice, "Then what do we do? Without the Duan clan, we only have a little over seven thousand people left..."

"He, Chen Sanshi, killed 10,000 with only 800 men. I, Murong Chao, have 7,000 men. Can't I kill 10,000?!"

Murong Chao raised his long sword high: "Brothers, kill them all..."

"Om-"

The words have not yet fallen.

Ahead, about a mile away.

The snow curtain suddenly parted.

It was a Vermilion Bird, melting ice and snow, distorting the void, and bringing with it a boundless, ocean-like aura.

Murong Chao roared, instantly pushing his breathing techniques and the eight extraordinary meridians within his body to their limits. He unleashed all his skills, his battle blade transforming into a raging lion, neither dodging nor avoiding, as it pounced towards the Vermilion Bird.