Transmigration begins with archery training

"No more than forty thousand!"

Gong Yu said confidently, "If the information is wrong, Immortal Master can just chop off my head!"

"..."

Han Xiang re-examined the chessboard. In his eyes, each chess piece was like a mountain, a river, a military formation, and soldiers. A cold glint flashed in his eyes, and he placed a black piece in place of the white-robed man. He then praised the chessboard repeatedly: "Good move! Good move!"

"The strategist put himself into the game, not hesitating to use himself as bait, so that I would concentrate all my main forces in the central army to attack the undefended base camp."

"Chen Sanshi..."

He paused for a moment, then asked, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"

This move.

There is a real risk of death!

Moreover, Chen Sanshi was buying time for his subordinates, that is, for his "pawns".

A chess player.

How could one die for a pawn?

absurd!

After figuring everything out.

Han Xiang waved his sleeve, took away the chessboard, and then ordered: "Order my left wing to retreat immediately, and the central army to abandon its advance and go to support the left wing."

"what?"

Gong Yu was clearly stunned: "Immortal Master, the enemy's central army is vulnerable! We are about to annihilate the enemy and kill Chen Sanshi!"

"Yes, you are right."

Han Xiang sneered and tossed a map to the other party: "But didn't you notice that the main force of the Sheng Dynasty, from Qu Yuanxiang to the other cultivators, has not shown up? By the time you finish killing these 30,000 people, they will have already broken through our left army and circled around to the back of the Broken Stone River."

"..."

Holding the map, Gong Yu looked at the location of the Broken Stone River and suddenly realized what was happening. He broke out in a cold sweat: "If they manage to get around to the Broken Stone River, they can take over the most fortified cities in Pingzhou, completely cutting off our retreat and supply lines, and directly... trapping us to death on the plains! That white-robed man is so vicious!"

"Why aren't you hurrying to relay the order to the central army?"

Han Xiang urged him on, and prepared to fly to the Left Army on his sword to personally take charge of the overall situation.

"stop!"

Wang Jun realized his plan had been exposed, so he raised his hand and cast a fireball to clear a path, then held his flying sword to try and stop them.

But it's still the same as before.

Han Xiang didn't fight him to the death at all; she just used talismans and spells to defend and maneuver, and couldn't do anything to him.

Wang Jun could only watch helplessly as the other side redeployed its troops.

……

The two armies faced off.

The left army of Dasheng encountered the right army of Xiqi.

Shortly after the battle began.

The central army of the Western Qi forces launched the main attack, while the right wing adopted a conservative approach and did not penetrate too deeply.

Zhang Chong'an, the general in charge of the 70,000-strong right army of Western Qi, was also a martial saint.

In this great battle, the Western Qi Kingdom mobilized over 300,000 troops, basically all of them except for the capital army and some necessary deployments. Naturally, it was impossible for Zhong Wuxin to be the only martial saint.

Besides him, there were two cultivators at the mid-stage of Qi Refining and one martial artist at the True Power Realm, who had also recently arrived in Dongsheng Divine Continent to lend their assistance.

Zhang Chong'an ordered the vanguard to set up defensive formations to buy time, while he himself stayed in the main tent and did not make any rash moves.

This was also the order given to them by the military genius.

It happened shortly after the start of the war.

Then came the devastating news from the front lines.

"General!"

"Oh no!"

"The formation at the front has been broken!"

"..."

"fart!"

Zhang Chong'an angrily retorted, "My arrangements were flawless, and there's even a Celestial Master overseeing the front lines. How could they have been scattered so quickly?!"

This is a large-scale, head-on battle involving legions.

In general.

The generals commanding both sides, who are the "brains" of the two armies, will not easily charge into battle. They usually let the front-line troops fight first, and then personally take to the field after the situation becomes clear.

After all, the death of a leader can easily lead to chaos.

"General, it's true!"

The subordinate was so panicked that he was incoherent: "The left army of the Sheng people is very fierce, with many generals gathered. We can't stop them at all. Master Zhuang in front has... has been killed!"

"how come?!"

Zhang Chong'an's expression shifted between light and shadow as he solemnly asked, "How many of them are there?"

"I don't know, I don't know!"

The subordinate pointed ahead with a trembling finger and said haltingly, "At least six or more combatants at the Martial Saint level!"

"Six of them? Could they be their main force?"

Zhang Chong'an paced back and forth, trying to hide his anxiety: "Something's not right. News just came from the central army that Chen Sanshi was confirmed to be in the central army, but he moved the main force to the right army. Is he out of his mind?"

"quick!

"Bring me my horse!"

As he spoke, he mounted his horse, picked up his weapon, gathered his generals and cultivators, and headed towards the front lines.

The massive war stretched for dozens of miles.

Even if a problem arises, it's impossible to get there immediately.

"kill--"

however.

The speed of the rout far exceeded Zhang Chong'an's expectations. Before he even reached his position, he saw his own front-line troops in disarray, along with the Da Sheng soldiers who were engulfed in dust and whose battle cries were deafening.

"brothers!"

"kill--"

"kill--"

Wei Xuan galloped wildly on his horse, each strike of his giant blade like splashing ink.

Beside him, Song Guizhi held a long, jade-like staff, which was also sweeping across the battlefield.

Wang Zhi, Chu Shixiong, and the cultivators from Dasheng followed closely behind, achieving victory after victory and breaking through several battle formations in succession.

Qu Yuanxiang controlled his flying sword to continuously reap lives until a martial artist at the True Strength realm suddenly appeared in front of him.

This martial arts master had an ordinary appearance, looking to be around forty years old. When he ran, he was no different from a tiger descending a mountain. He leaped into the air and had no weapon in his hand. His fist was wrapped with layers of true energy, which twisted the air before he unleashed a mountain-shaking punch.

Qu Yuanxiang keenly sensed the movement on his flank and promptly crushed a talisman, summoning a protective golden light in front of him.

"Click——"

With the surge of true power, the golden light shield shattered, but it was still considered a successful block of the punch.

"You worthless scoundrel, prepare to die!"

Qu Yuanxiang felt heartbroken over the high-grade talisman. The moment the golden light shield cracked, he took advantage of the opponent's opening and slashed at the opponent's arm with his flying sword.

"clang--"

However, when the flying sword landed on his arm, it did not encounter any protective true energy, nor did it cause blood and flesh to fly everywhere. Instead, it rang out with a crisp metallic clang.

Under the strangulation of magical power.

Zhen Liwu's sleeve tore open.

On his wrists were heavy iron rings, golden in color, looking like pure gold ornaments. After being imbued with true energy, purple runes lit up on them, dazzling with golden light and intertwined with purple light.

True power weapon!

"Buzz, rumble—"

Driven by true energy, one golden ring after another was launched in succession, each one like a siege hammer, containing overwhelming power.

Caught off guard, Qu Yuanxiang hurriedly parried with his flying sword.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Amidst the continuous clanging of metal, he staggered backward dozens of feet.