Transmigration begins with archery training

"

Lu Ji paused for a moment, then said, "But General Chen still insists on his own ideas."

"This……"

Fan Hailing clicked her tongue and said, "What a pity!"

in fact.

For them, 15,000 soldiers were not a fatal loss, but it was a pity that such a young and famous general as Chen Sanshi died in the training.

"Don't talk about this."

Xu Wencai interrupted, "Let's talk about how to take down Licheng Prefecture and then quickly launch an attack on Zhutuo Pass. The power of that Blood Sacrifice Array is getting stronger and stronger."

……

Daqing.

Beijing.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

The air was filled with the fragrance of incense, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.

Behind the curtain.

The Empress did not touch the ink with her hands; she merely flicked her crimson nail polish, and the memorials in front of her automatically turned the pages and were annotated. Even so, facing the mountain of memorials, it still took her a full four hours, from morning to dusk, and many were still unprocessed.

"Aunt, Aunt..."

A muffled, childlike voice rang out.

"Stop arguing, I humm. I told you to stop arguing."

"Whoa whoa whoa whoa -"

In the cradle, the half-grown baby burst into tears.

"..."

The Empress, growing impatient, finally pointed with her slender finger.

A ray of light swept across the cradle, and it began to rock automatically.

"Sister, this mortal is hungry."

The Empress noticed that no one was around: "Sister?"

No one answered.

"Guards, keep a close eye on the Crown Prince."

After giving the order, the Empress put down the memorials she had not yet finished reviewing and walked deeper into the palace.

As soon as she leaves.

The baby started crying again.

"Yes!"

Two palace maids who were guarding outside the palace rushed into the palace in a panic after hearing the call. They shook rattles and made funny faces, trying everything they could to make the baby happy.

"Your Highness, could you please stop crying?"

"His Majesty will punish us when he returns!"

"..."

"Hey, who do you think the Crown Prince is born to His Majesty?"

Ling'er muttered to herself.

After the Battle of Hulao Pass.

Their Emperor Daqing went on a long journey, and when he returned, there was this child and a woman with him.

"Your Majesty said."

The child is her child.

The woman was the child's aunt.

But no one knows who Her Majesty's husband, or rather, the father of her child, is.

"Don't you want your tongue anymore?"

The palace maid Chun'er reminded her, "Just do your job well."

……

At the deepest part of the palace, there is a door.

Gu Xinlan, dressed in elegant and luxurious attire, stood in front of the door, her fair neck exposed. She gazed at a distant red light in the sky, her brows furrowed with worry, and her delicate hands clasped together nervously.

"Sister?"

The Empress said with some displeasure, "Didn't we agree that you would come with me to learn how to handle government affairs?"

“Guiyi, you’ve come at the perfect time! Look!”

Gu Xinlan grabbed her sister's hand and pointed west: "Isn't that Liangzhou? What happened? Why has the sky turned red?"

Before she left, she guessed that something was going to happen, but she only thought it might be war.

If a war breaks out, just like in Poyang, we'll have to migrate back and forth. Taking her along would be a burden, which is why we brought her across the river to Daqing. But we never expected this "matter" to escalate to this extent.

"Don't be afraid, sister."

The Empress's voice was cold, but her words were warm: "If the sorcerers of the Witch God Cult truly succeed and the ancient demon cultivators flood into the Eastern Continent, I will take you away from this place and find a way to return to the cultivation world."

"If the sorcerer's scheme fails, there's even less to worry about."

"That's not what I'm talking about."

Gu Xinlan explained, "Your brother-in-law, your brother-in-law is still in Liangzhou. What will happen to him? Guiyi, don't you know magic? Why don't you go and take a look, and bring your brother-in-law over with you?"

"Sister, why do you keep talking about that lecherous brothel patron day and night?"

The Empress said coldly, "Do you know that he got engaged to Sun Xiangzong's daughter in just six months since you left?"

"Isn't this a good thing?"

Gu Xinlan said matter-of-factly, "Didn't our father take a concubine back then? Besides, Commander Sun is your brother-in-law's teacher. A teacher's will is a father's command. How can we disobey him?"

No one talks about him.

"Tell me about you, everyone in the court is saying you have eighteen male concubines!"

"..."

The Empress couldn't help but interrupt, "Sister, what's so good about that Chen fellow? Why can't you forget him? What he can give you, I can give you too, and what he can't give you, I can give you as well!"

"If the Witch God Cult fails this time..."

“In the future, this Daqing will be the support I leave for you and Chen Duhe. What can that Chen fellow give you?”

"In the end, he is just a subject. The old emperor of the Sheng Dynasty is muddleheaded and suspicious. He might take his life one day. You can't live a peaceful life with him."

"Can't you bring your brother-in-law over too?"

"He couldn't possibly want to."

"We still have to save him."

"There's no way to save him; let fate decide."

The empress, dragging her dragon robe, departed and disappeared.

……

Agate River.

Snow-covered riverbank.

All the soldiers of Hongze Battalion successfully crossed the pontoon bridge.

Fifty miles ahead of them lay the largest barbarian camp, spanning thousands of miles. While not as fortified as a real city, it was far superior to any ordinary camp.

Most importantly, it is guarded by a martial saint, with 50,000 well-rested troops, and countless barbarian tribes are gathering from all directions.

Ten days!

Within ten days.

If they cannot leave this place, they will be surrounded by 100,000 troops, plus three Martial Saints!

"grown ups!"

Xia Cong shook off the snow and ice from his body, clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "What are our plans next?"

"My lord, perhaps... we should return the way we came?"

Chu Shixiong put away the intelligence he had just received.

The Liangzhou authorities found that sending a letter to Chen Sanshi was useless.

So he simply started writing to Chu Shixiong.

He said, "There's still time before the war starts."

"Anyone who dares to retreat will be beheaded and sacrificed to the flag!"

Chen Sanshi's voice cut through the wind and snow: "At Hulao Pass, I only had three thousand men, yet I still managed to defeat one hundred thousand and capture Fan Shuzhen alive! Today, I have fifteen thousand men. Are you all cowards who have just joined the Hongze Camp? Are you just dragging down our army's fighting strength?!"

"General!"

"We swear we will never retreat!"

"I will never give up!"

"Behead Yuwen Jingwen!"

"..."

The brothers of Poyang, the original three thousand Xuanjia soldiers, shouted in unison, and the rest of the Hongze Camp soldiers followed suit, their voices resounding.

"Guards, dismantle this pontoon bridge!"

Chen Sanshi gave the order.

"Yes!"

The officers immediately complied.

In front of 15,000 soldiers, they completely dismantled the pontoon bridge.

burn one's boats!

Go forward with courage!

Chu Shixiong dared not mention retreating again. He asked, "General, since that's the case, let's advance as soon as possible. I went to scout ahead and found that ten miles ahead, outside the barbarian stronghold, the terrain is open and suitable for our cavalry to form a battle formation. If anything goes wrong, we can take a detour to the northwest for a while."