Transmigration begins with archery training

In this way, in the eyes of outsiders...

They're just as good as the white-robed ones!

This is to create momentum for themselves!

Warfare is all about momentum!

It's not just useful in wartime; in other areas as well, it's equally important to leverage existing strengths!

Since the four crossings of the Hongze River, Tong Xiaochu has closely followed every march and battle of the White Robe Army, and has been studying the "strategic approach" day and night, integrating it with all his lifelong learning.

The Tong family has been silent for too many years.

I've finally got a chance to make a contribution, so I'll definitely make the most of it.

I just don't know why the man in white robes is writing a letter at this time.

Tong Xiaochu was a little curious.

He believed that there were no problems with the deployment of the Imperial Guard, and that by proceeding steadily and surely, he only needed to delay the inevitable and achieve a great victory.

However, the fact that Chen Sanshi sent a letter at this time indicates that he definitely believed there was a problem with his plan.

It won't hurt to take a look.

Thinking like this.

Tong Xiaochu began to examine the text word by word.

Suddenly, his heart sank: "This is bad!"

……

The Western Qi army camp.

The Chinese military tent.

A man dressed in white robes, with a refined and otherworldly air, sat in front of the chessboard. He slowly placed a chess piece down and said in a calm and long voice, "The affairs of the world are like a game of chess, and so are wars. Every time I command a battle, it is like playing a game of chess."

"The commanders of the black and white sides are the chess players, and the soldiers under their command are the chess pieces."

“In the past, I would get so excited that I couldn’t sleep whenever I encountered a strong player.”

"Unfortunately, since I unified the seven kingdoms and embarked on the path of immortality thirty years ago, I have been able to meditate and cultivate every day and have never had the opportunity to play chess again."

"I thought I would never play chess again in my life, but I never expected that there would be such an excellent game of chess in this Eastern Continent."

"Ta~"

As the black chess piece fell between his long, slender fingers, the Martial Saint Zhong Wuxin opposite him gave a bitter smile: "Heh~ I've lost again. I'm really no match for the Immortal Master."

"Of course you are no match for them."

Han Xiang said quietly, "However, there is a very strong chess player in this Eastern Continent."

On the table behind them were two scrolls.

One book is a military treatise titled "The Way of Power".

The other volume is a biographical record of Chen Sanshi.

"Wow--"

Han Xiang casually tossed the chess piece in his palm into the chess basket and said indifferently, "Boring. It's really boring to play chess with you mediocre people. You may leave."

"Yes, Immortal Master."

Zhong Wuxin left the tent with his head down. After reaching a secluded spot, he spat on the ground: "This is outrageous! Are we all just pawns in his game?!"

"Isn't it?"

Deputy General Gong Yu added, "That Han Xiang is extremely arrogant. In his eyes, we're not even human. If he's so powerful, why doesn't he go and wipe out the Sheng people's 200,000-strong army himself? Why does he need us to fight for him?"

"I really don't know whether these immortal masters coming to various countries is a good thing or a bad thing for us."

Zhong Wuxin sighed, "Moreover, if we continue to drag this out, our supply lines will run into problems."

"Let me tell you."

Gong Yu clenched his fist and said, "Send 10,000 light cavalry on each side. While the Du Biao Army is still advancing, we should go around them from the Jingxing Pass and launch a pincer attack. At least we can disrupt their plans."

"But this immortal master insists on making me a coward."

"I don't know what it means."

"Report——"

"General, news from the scouts at the front."

During the conversation.

The scout reported.

After glancing at the note, Zhong Wuxin decided to report it in person.

He returned to his tent and said, “Master Han, the Sheng family’s army has already set up camp in the Yiling area, and the camp is very strong. I’m afraid we can’t advance any further. We should retreat to the west of the Luo River. If we drag this out any longer, it will be really disadvantageous for our army.”

"Wait, what did you say?"

Han Xiang put down the book "The Way of Power" and asked, "Tell me, where did the Commander's Army set up camp?"

Yiling.

Zhong Wuxin, worried that the enemy was not suited to the terrain, added, "Yiling is easy to defend and difficult to attack. They can use it to escape the summer heat, and their supply lines are secure. Now, it's probably too late for us to launch a surprise attack from behind..."

Never thought.

He hasn't finished speaking yet.

Han Xiang sneered, his eyes filled with disdain: "Mediocre, mediocre indeed. Tell me, how dare mediocre people like you lead tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of troops out to fight?"

"The more the merrier" doesn't apply to everyone. At most, you can only manage about ten thousand people.

"Master..."

Zhong Wuxin was very displeased, but dared not show it: "I am foolish, Immortal Master, please speak plainly about your profound meaning."

"In the sweltering heat of midsummer, and with the dry climate of your Luozhou area, how could that brat surnamed Tong dare to set up camp in the mountains and forests!"

Han Xiang threw down his book and stood up abruptly: "Two hundred thousand enemy troops are now ashes!"

“Zhong Wuxin, select 20,000 men from the left and right armies, divide them into six routes, and follow the paths I have marked on the map with fine red ink to go up the mountain and directly charge into the Shengren army camp and set it on fire.”

"Deputy General Gong Yu, you will lead 30,000 troops to ambush in the valley 200 miles to the east."

"Leave another 50,000 troops to guard the camp and provide support in case of any unexpected events."

"Everyone else, leave the camp immediately and head straight for Yiling!"

"Yes!"

……

That night.

child time.

The sweltering darkness was filled with the incessant chirping of cicadas.

The soldiers of Dasheng took off their shirts, throwing away their armor and weapons, trying every possible way to cool off.

But the temperature kept rising higher and higher until they heard crackling sounds and heard their comrades screaming. They were suddenly awakened to find flames shooting into the sky in the forest!

"on fire!"

"on fire!"

"Fight the fire!"

Water was naturally provided within the camp.

The weather was hot and dry, the ground was covered with dry grass, and the camp and tents were made of wood sourced locally. The wood was so dry and flammable that even a tiny spark could ignite a raging fire, let alone a roaring one. No amount of water could put it on the fire.

The fire spread with unstoppable force, illuminating hundreds of miles around as if it were daytime, with billowing black smoke rising into the sky like a black dragon.

Eight hundred battalions!

One fire, and it's all burned to the ground!

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

"..."

In the firelight.

The soldiers of Dasheng saw the densely packed Western Qi army charging forward.

In the ensuing chaos, they abandoned their armor and weapons, resulting in countless deaths!

"Brilliant plan, brilliant plan!"

Upon reuniting, Zhong Wuxin exclaimed in admiration: "Master Han, I understand! Your previous retreat from the battle line, avoiding a decisive battle, was precisely to lure the enemy deeper into our territory."

"You guessed long ago that they would set up camp in the strategically important Yiling!"