Transmigration begins with archery training

In the eyes of most people, a great human catastrophe began inexplicably and ended inexplicably.

The generals, on the other hand, were waiting.

Waiting for news from the north.

Blood Sacrifice Array...

The interruption was too bizarre.

Theoretically speaking...

It is possible to do this.

Unless someone destroyed the main array eye on Langjuxu Mountain, thousands of miles away.

And this person can only be Chen Sanshi.

The celestial phenomena were fully realized, and a troop of soldiers was formed.

Facing an army of hundreds of thousands of barbarians, plus countless martial saint generals and witch god cult masters, it seemed absolutely impossible.

Just like some people say.

They prefer to believe that the problem lies within the group itself.

This great battle.

Although the number of participants was large.

However, the affected area was not actually very wide.

For example, in Youzhou, the impact only affected two or three prefectures, and the effect didn't last very long.

Liangzhou was in great chaos.

In reality, it was just a mass exodus of people to the outskirts of the city; there was no real fighting. After only a few days, everything returned to normal, as if what they had witnessed a few days ago was nothing more than a nightmare.

Lü Ji and the others recuperated in Licheng Prefecture of Youzhou.

Meng Guangxin, Rong Yanqiu, and others also stayed behind to deal with the troops. As the days went by, they became increasingly anxious.

"We've sent out one gyrfalcon after another, but why haven't we heard anything from our junior brothers yet?"

"Amitabha, good, good! Junior brother most likely sacrificed himself in the Northern Territory by destroying the array's core at the cost of his life!"

"Bald monk, if you keep spouting nonsense, I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Rong Yanqiu snapped and was about to strike: "Junior sister is still waiting at home!"

"No need to rush."

Ye Fengxiu, holding his sword, said, "This place is tens of thousands of miles away from the capital of the barbarians. Even a gyrfalcon would need many days to fly back and forth. Let's wait a little longer."

On the bed.

After taking the elixir and regulating his breathing, Lü Ji changed into civilian clothes and waited for news with his fellow disciples.

His expression was somewhat complicated; he was clearly worried, but it was difficult to discern exactly what he was worried about.

This wait.

That is, a full ten days.

Until ten days later.

Finally, a few gyrfalcons, carrying the same copied intelligence, arrived in Dasheng.

Liangzhou.

Inside the palace.

"General Chen, I'm afraid he won't be coming back."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and sighed.

"Yes."

Several veteran generals echoed, "Even if General Chen really did use some ingenious plan to destroy the main array eye on Langjuxu Mountain, I'm afraid there would be no chance for them to leave again."

"The heavens are jealous of such a talented person!"

"Fortunately, the blood sacrifice formation failed, and the barbarian tribe suffered a great loss of strength. It will be impossible for them to recover within ten to twenty years."

"Yes, if this matter really wasn't caused by internal problems within the barbarians, but by General Chen, then he truly is a stabilizing force bestowed upon our Great Sheng by Heaven!"

"Once the news is verified, I will petition my father to confer a marquisate upon General Chen and bestow upon him a posthumous title, so that his descendants may be blessed."

"And my twelfth brother..."

The sixth prince, Cao Huan, sat on the grand chair, looking somewhat saddened: "I lived in Xihua Palace for nearly twenty years, and not even a ghost would come to my door. Only he would occasionally sneak in by climbing over the wall to play chess with me, bring me some food, and tell me about things outside."

"My intention in this northern expedition is to give him some experience in the army."

"I never expected it to turn out like this."

"Squeak-"

Suddenly.

A wheelchair was pushed to the door, and Fang Qingyun's clear voice rang out: "Your Highness, and all the generals, aren't you making your conclusions a bit too hasty?"

He held up a piece of paper in his hand.

"General Chen is not dead, and the Hongze Camp was not completely wiped out. This is the news they just sent back. As for the contents, I think Your Highness and everyone else should see it for yourselves."

"General Chen isn't dead?"

"Is Hongze Camp still there?"

"So, General Chen really destroyed the core of the formation?"

"impossible!"

"How did you do it?!"

"Quickly, Your Highness, take a look!"

Almost everyone stood up at the same time, eager to see the contents of the intelligence report.

See this.

Cao Huan simply waved his hand, instructing a young eunuch to recite it.

"Battle report from Hongze Battalion."

"Hongze Camp marched north from Tiger Hill forty days ago, and then at the Agate River..."

The war is over.

Naturally, the entire battle must be reported in detail from beginning to end, clarifying all casualties and losses, and recording in detail the merits of every general and every soldier.

Before the Agate River.

Everyone knows that.

But suddenly the style changed.

We arrived at the barbarian capital!

At the foot of Langjuxu Mountain, 13,000 soldiers of Hongze Camp lined up and charged towards the 100,000-strong barbarian army.

Chen Sanshi, the commander of Hongze Camp, led the way for the army.

One man killed over ten thousand enemies.

Five barbarian martial saints were beheaded.

Then, he killed the high priest of the Witch God Cult with a single shot and destroyed the main array eye.

Yuwen, Tuoba, Murong, Duan.

Four tribes of barbarians.

Surrender.

He drank from the frozen river, sealed the wolf's lair, and performed the Zen ceremony in the barbarian capital.

after that.

All the surviving barbarian troops voluntarily withdrew to the north of Yinshan.

From that day forward, there was no royal court in the southern desert!

As each incident was read aloud in a trembling, halting voice by the young eunuch...

The entire Prince's Palace.

Fallen into dead silence.

In the silence, hear the thunder!

……

Youzhou.

Almost at the same time, everyone who remained in Youzhou also received intelligence from the northern desert.

After they heard what it said...

They all fell into a long silence.

"Junior Brother has become a Martial Saint?!"

"No, no, even a Martial Saint couldn't possibly kill five Martial Saints!"

"He can kill ten thousand men without exhausting his strength, is my junior brother a reincarnated demon?!"

"Amitabha! This humble monk must have committed too many sins and is now experiencing nightmares. Amitabha! Amitabha!"

"..."

But soon.

Their emotions shifted from shock to surprise.

"Great! It really was our junior brother who saved us!"

"This is truly a monumental achievement!"

"No, I'll have to ask my junior brother how he did it later."

"It's a good thing overall!"

"..."

"Well……"

In the corner, Lü Ji, who was sitting on a stool listening to the news, felt a surge of heat in his chest, his blood rushing to his head, and his throat immediately filled with the taste of blood.

"Big Brother!"

Third Senior Brother Nie Yuan was also injured, but mostly with external wounds. His body was wrapped in bandages, but it did not affect his freedom of movement. After noticing the commotion, he immediately came over to help him: "Are you alright?"

"It's alright..."

Lu Ji raised his hand, indicating that he didn't need to worry, but before he could speak, he coughed violently and spat out a mouthful of blood: "Help me back to my room to rest first."

en route.

Nie Yuan's expression shifted between light and dark, and he finally said with a wry smile, "After this battle, I'm afraid Junior Brother will become the most prestigious person in the entire Northern Liang Army, second only to Master, who single-handedly built the Eight Great Camps."