Transmigration begins with archery training

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"Go quickly, go quickly!"

They really didn't intend to continue registering and signing, and turned to leave.

Chen Sanshi glanced at Luo Dongquan.

Nothing.

Who made me, after all, just a squad leader?

He wasn't fixated on how many people he managed.

If this attitude is maintained, it will be difficult for the thousand-household garrison to be fully staffed.

"Fellow villagers, wait a minute!"

Xiang Tingchun suddenly appeared, blocking the path of the people who were about to disperse.

He wore a friendly smile that seemed somewhat out of place with his usual demeanor: "I guarantee that not only will the rations and pay not be delayed, but they will also increase!"

No one answered.

It seems that not many people believe it.

After all, the Poyang Thousand-Household Garrison had existed for hundreds of years and its reputation was already tarnished.

Xiang Tingchun then said, "I can also agree that you will all be under the command of Commander Chen, how about that?"

Hear this.

Those who wanted to leave then stopped.

"Lord Commander?"

Luo Dongquan objected, saying, "How can a single commander manage over a hundred people? That's against the rules, isn't it?"

"Rules can be changed, right? When it comes to employing people, why be so rigid?"

Xiang Tingchun said, "Commander Chen, I'm leaving this place entirely in your hands."

"My subordinate understands."

Chen Sanshi clasped his hands in a fist salute.

He stood beside them, watching as each villager pressed their handprints.

After everyone was registered, they were all gathered in the training ground and lined up to be counted and their numbers verified.

It was at this moment that a familiar feeling surged within me.

A panel appeared before my eyes.

[Skill: Commanding Troops (Unskilled)]

【Progress: 0/100】

[Effect: None]

Commanding troops?

Chen Sanshi wasn't too surprised.

Even riding a horse requires skill, so it's not surprising that commanding troops also requires it.

Previously, it was most likely because he was just a junior officer with too few people under his command, which did not meet the conditions for activating this skill.

It seems there's one more thing to keep me busy with in the days to come.

Archery, horsemanship, martial arts, reading, commanding troops...

I'm a bit too busy to keep up.

But having more skills is never a bad thing.

Since you've chosen to join the army, you must learn how to lead troops into battle; you can't just be a soldier who charges into the fray and dies.

Chen Sanshi finished counting the number of people in the training ground.

A total of 115 people.

There are several more people than the full-strength 100-household management team.

And most of them are young people.

For example, Wu Da is only sixteen years old.

There are middle-aged people similar to Zhao Qiao, but not many.

Chen Sanshi has a photographic memory; he memorizes the name corresponding to every face.

He clasped his hands in greeting and said, "Thank you all for your kindness and willingness to follow me. From now on, we are all brothers. You can get to know each other first, and then go home and pack your things. Starting tomorrow, I will personally teach you martial arts."

……

Central military camp.

"My lord, you mustn't do this."

Luo Dongquan watched the scene on the training ground from afar: "This group of people came specifically for that kid, and now they're all under his command. Isn't that like them forming an independent faction within the Thousand Households?"

"Luo Yonghao, do you think I've been too lenient with Chen Sanshi?"

Xiang Tingchun poured himself some tea from a purple clay teapot, his tone completely calm: "Think carefully about why I did this."

"The master cherishes talent."

Luo Dongquan had to admit: "This child is indeed a prodigy, and his future is limitless."

"Cherish talent? Hahaha."

Xiang Tingchun couldn't help but laugh: "What's the use of me treasuring talent? Once spring is over, others will rise to prominence and become phoenixes. What will I have to do with them then?"

Luo Dongquan bowed his head: "Please enlighten me, my lord!"

"You just said you're worried he might have his own faction?"

Xiang Tingchun looked at the people in the training ground who couldn't even line up properly: "Do you think a few months from now, how many of these people will still be standing here?"

"Understood."

Luo Dongquan understood and said, "The lord is trying to win people's hearts."

"Only then will they be willing to go and die."

"Even if that kid has the qualifications to be a striker, given the way the Governor's Office operates, they won't allow him to escape before the battle, so he might die on the battlefield."

Xiang Tingchun said in a deep voice, "It's good that you understand."

"So you don't need to hold a grudge against him because of the incident with the striker."

"If he is still alive after the war ends next year, I will not care what you want to do, as long as you have the guts."

"But right now, we still have many situations to deal with."

Xiang Tingchun said in a deep voice, "I have received news that the new magistrate was recommended by Grand Secretary Yan and personally appointed by the Emperor."

"By imperial appointment?"

Luo Dongquan understood the deeper meaning behind it.

A mere seventh-rank county magistrate, why would he need to be appointed by imperial decree?

Unless something big is about to happen in the place he is going to take office.

Xiang Tingchun sneered, "The prefect also came with the county magistrate."

"Here for the Song family?"

Luo Dongquan asked, "Will this cause trouble?"

"We are all His Highness's people, what can he do to me? At most, he can only lose his temper."

Xiang Tingchun sighed softly, "Your Majesty, Your Highness, and the Governor's Office—three forces have gathered in our small Poyang County. Even I don't know what will happen next. Old Luo, you'll have to help me out a lot."

"Rest assured, my lord, I am ready to serve at any time."

-

An ancient road, a west wind, a galloping horse, the setting sun, and rosy clouds.

On the long, boundless official road, two red-maned steeds galloped one after the other. Leading the way was a young woman, followed closely by a fair-skinned young man, both around eighteen or nineteen years old.

The woman was dressed in a red outfit, her slender hands holding the horse's reins, her waist swaying gracefully as she carried a single sword, her natural eyebrows and eyes reflecting the clouds, her flawless face like a flower that could speak, her hair like mist and clouds, yet she exuded a heroic spirit.

"sister."

The young man following behind was equally handsome, carrying a long spear and a bow and arrows on his back. He yawned and said, "Why should we get involved in the selection of the vanguard? Is it really necessary for us to travel all this way to a small town like Poyang?"

"How can we not be cautious when it comes to a disciple who has just entered the sect?"

The woman remained unsmiling, her voice cold and clear: "Besides, we have other tasks to complete."

"The matter of sending troops?"

The young man sighed, "It's obvious the Crown Prince is behind this; there's no stopping him."

"My father clearly promised that he would retire from the army and return to his hometown after the war with the barbarians ended, but they still refused to wait."

"In recent years, not only have they been cultivating generals everywhere, but they have also sent a governor to Liangzhou and filled the Eight Great Camps with their own people."

"The most hateful one is still the eldest brother..."

"Sister, how many people in our Sun family have died over the years for the sake of the Cao family's empire? Eldest brother, second brother, and..."

"Not just for forwards."

Sun Li's eyes were deep and unfathomable: "There are still things to investigate."

"What are you investigating? Why didn't Father tell me?"

"Would it be useful to tell you?"

"..."

Sun Li noticed the sudden silence behind her, so she slowed down and turned around to check the situation.

The young man had stopped his horse without anyone noticing, and silently raised a heavy bow with a weight of three stones, aiming it at a grove of poplar trees on the side of the official road.

But then they saw a wild rabbit munching on grass in an open space about seventy paces away.

He drew the bowstring taut like a full moon, his gaze resolute, his posture perfect. He aimed repeatedly, finally finding the right moment, and suddenly released his fingers.