Transmigration begins with archery training

"He once boasted that he would capture you alive, sir."

"Oh?"

Chen Sanshi asked with great interest, "Then why is he corresponding with us?"

"Because of Han Xiang."

Wang Jun explained, "This battle was originally to be jointly commanded by Zhong Wuxin and Liao Fang, but after the arrival of 'Military Genius' Han Xiang, he not only took away the command but also sent him to the rear to manage the supplies."

forage.

That's the key to this battle!

Not only is the Great Sheng Dynasty about to run out of food supplies, but the Western Qi Dynasty is also facing a severe food shortage!

Now that the autumn harvest has just ended, they can still forcibly requisition another batch of grain.

But Chen Sanshi is certain that this is definitely the last batch.

If they could find a way to destroy this batch of grain, the Western Qi would collapse even faster than the Great Sheng.

"Can you find it?"

Chen Sanshi looked at the map and asked a question.

“You said last time that they were most likely to stockpile grain in one of the three prefectures of Wucheng, Yunjufu, and Lufu, and that is indeed the case.”

Wang Jun explained in detail: "During this period, I have been sending fellow Daoists to investigate at the high school at the risk of being surrounded and killed. In addition, with the scouts on the ground, it can be confirmed that Xi Qi has indeed been transporting large quantities of grain and fodder to these places in recent days."

"at the same time?"

Tong Xiaochu came in halfway through and listened for a while before finally speaking: "Is Han Xiang not planning to put all her eggs in one basket...?"

"Do not."

Chen Sanshi asserted, "More than 90% of the grain and fodder is within one of the three cities. It's impossible for it to be scattered. Take another good look at the terrain."

"It really is."

Tong Xiaochu stroked his chin and muttered, "These three cities are far from their grain routes. If they were stored separately, it would only cause greater losses. They would not waste it like that."

Even cultivators can't handle matters related to provisions.

It's true that cultivators have storage bags, but the space in these bags isn't unlimited. Compared to the daily consumption of hundreds of thousands of troops, which is like a mountain, their effect is negligible.

"That's what the Commander-in-Chief means," Chu Shixiong said.

"Is Han Xiang setting up a smokescreen? Deliberately trying to mislead us?"

If that's really the case.

"We want to find out where the supplies are."

"I am afraid……

"We can only rely on Liao Fang."

"What did Master Wang Jun say?"

"This person is extremely greedy and has many demands."

Wang Jun scoffed, "First they want worldly fame and fortune, then they find out they have a mid-grade spiritual root, and then they want a whole bunch of cultivation resources. Don't they even know how old they are? It's too late for them already."

"This guy is no good."

Tong Xiaochu added, "Not only is he greedy, but he is also extremely lecherous, especially fond of things like forcibly taking women. It is only because he is good at fighting that he was able to reach a high position."

"Write him a letter."

Chen Sanshi said, "This is a matter of great importance; this is not the time to consider character. Forget it, I'll write it myself."

……

Western Qi army.

"Snapped--"

Drunk, Liao Fang slammed the wine bowl down.

"Sir, you should drink less."

A lieutenant offered some advice.

"Why should I, a dignified white-robed official, be reduced to guarding grain supplies for that Han Xiang? Why?!"

Liao Fang felt aggrieved: "I've fought in so many battles over the years, big and small, and won countless victories. In what way am I inferior to that Han guy? He says he's a 'military genius,' so he's a military genius? I... I'm the ancestor of all military strategists! I'm his ancestor!"

"grown ups……"

The lieutenant tried to stop him, but was pushed aside.

Liao Fang continued indignantly, "And what's the result? We're still locked in a stalemate! If it were me, I would have captured that fake white-robed San Shi long ago!"

"boom--"

They were getting really into their rant.

The door was kicked open.

One of the cultivators, smelling the strong stench of alcohol in the room, frowned and said coldly, "Senior Brother Han has repeatedly emphasized that no one is allowed to drink alcohol before the war ends. Wucheng is a crucial location for grain supplies, so this rule should be strictly followed!"

"If you won't let me command, what's wrong with me having a drink?!" Liao Fang suddenly stood up. "Don't mess with me here. Believe me, 'Fang the White-Robed' can wipe out your 300,000-strong army with a flick of my finger!"

"Keng——"

The words have not yet fallen.

A flash of inspiration.

A flying sword landed on Liao Fang's neck. As his flesh came into contact with the sharp blade, bright red blood flowed out, and he instantly sobered up considerably.

"A worthless mortal!"

The cultivator ultimately refrained from killing him: "If you weren't still useful to me, I would have killed you right now! If you haven't settled the grain and fodder accounts by tomorrow morning, you can just wait to die!"

After speaking, he turned and left.

"what……"

Liao Fang slumped to the ground, clutching his bleeding neck. He gasped for breath in panic, which gradually turned into anger: "This is outrageous! This is outrageous!"

"My lord, please bear with it."

The lieutenant said helplessly, "After all, we still need these immortal masters to fight the war."

"Get out! You get out too!"

Liao Fang drove the people away, feeling extremely wronged.

About half an hour later.

Then, an elderly man with white hair appeared silently in the room.

Yan Yingli, a cultivator who had already pledged allegiance to the Great Sheng, spoke up, "Well, Fellow Daoist Wang Jun asked me to ask if you've thought it through?"

"Did they all agree to my conditions?!"

Liao Fang cursed and said, "That Wang Jun is so stingy, why should I save them?!"

“He agreed. Not only did he agree, but Chen Sanshi also wrote you a letter himself.”

Yan Yingli tossed a letter over, saying, "Take a good look at it yourself."

"Who? Someone surnamed Chen?!"

Liao Fang then picked up the letter to examine it, and immediately sneered, "Didn't they say he was capable? In the end, didn't he still have to ask me for favors?! Who's the real white-robed official?!"

"Think it through quickly."

Yan Yingli reminded him, "If it's too late, you might lose all these conditions."

……

Time flies like an arrow, passing by in the blink of an eye.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye as the two armies remained locked in a tense standoff.

There was only one month left before the Great Sheng Dynasty ran out of food supplies.

A remote place.

Chen Sanshi did not become flustered due to anxiety. On the contrary, after handling the necessary military affairs each day, he would find a place to cultivate, day after day, remaining extremely calm.

To outsiders, it seemed as if he didn't care about the war at all.

The "spirit of the human body" represents different parts of the body, but it does not simply refer to that organ. For example, the spirit of the eye, Lingjiansheng, does not mean that the eyes are gods, but that there is divine power hidden in the eye area, and a "spirit of the eye" is just sleeping in this position.

Therefore, to be more precise, it could be described as "the god in one's eyes".

At this very moment, the seventh of the Eight Views of the Upper Part, "Nose God," which Chen Sanshi is practicing, is not very powerful. It is not really about practicing the nose, but rather about the View God in this position.

The human body is balanced in yin and yang, encompassing all things and possessing infinite potential. These spirits are connected according to special Dao positions to unleash their power.