Transmigration begins with archery training

"So, Commander..."

"Xia Cong".

Chen Sanshi suddenly spoke up: "How long have you been with me?"

"Three years."

Xia Cong seemed to remember it very clearly: "Three years ago, the imperial court issued an edict ordering us to lead three thousand Xuanjia soldiers to Tongnan Prefecture to wait for you. Then came the surrender of thirty-four prefectures in Laizhou, the lightning strike that struck Nanxu at Yinsong Cliff, the great victory of three thousand Nanxu at Hulao Pass, and on Ziwei Mountain, the Grand Commander risked his life to protect you. Later, he led us on a northern expedition to the desert, defeating the barbarians south of the desert and leaving them without a royal court. Then came the Battle of Guandu not long ago, where the Grand Commander was the first to storm the city, killing the military genius in battle, launching a counterattack from a desperate situation, and recapturing Mangshan..."

He knew each and every one of them like the back of his hand.

As he continued, Xia Cong took out several maps from his robes: "General, look, I always mark your plans and deployments for every military campaign..."

"Be dignified."

Before they knew it, they had arrived at the central command tent. Chen Sanshi did not let him continue speaking. He dismounted, went straight into the tent, found the general's order of the Hongze Camp, and threw it into Wang Zhi's hand.

From this moment on.

Wang Zhi was the commander of the White-Robed Imperial Guard's trusted battalion, the garrison commander of the Hongze Battalion. He raised his general's command token high, his booming voice breaking the silence:

"Soldiers of Hongze Battalion, listen to my command! The entire army is fully equipped and ready to march out of the city to prepare for battle!"

Disciple Yu Lie rushed to the side and beat the war drum, which sounded like thunder.

"Boom boom boom——"

The Hongze Battalion, seasoned by countless battles including the four battles of Hongze, Hulao, Fenglangjuxu, and Guandu, was already an elite force among elites. Almost the instant the drums sounded, they began to move, donning their armor and weapons in the shortest possible time, and assembling in an orderly fashion on the training ground.

Witnessing this scene, Xia Cong's face turned ashen.

"What are you doing?!"

Lieutenant General Xiao Zheng chased after them with a solemn expression.

It was clear that more than one person had received the imperial edict, and they immediately realized that something big was about to happen.

He yelled at his men, "Go back! The Hongze Battalion doesn't obey the general's orders anymore, they only obey the Ministry of War's orders!"

However, most of the soldiers in Hongze Camp hesitated for a moment, but in the end they did not stop and headed towards the training ground to assemble.

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?!"

Xiao Zheng shouted and drew his sword, ready to make an example of him.

"Suffer death——"

Just then, Wang Li and Xu Bin attacked from the left and right.

Xiao Zheng parried with his sword, then immediately showed a look of astonishment.

These two people had somehow broken through to the Meridian Opening stage!

Before they could even figure out the reason, their heads rolled.

"Old Xiao!"

Meng Dingxin immediately understood what was happening. This was clearly the fulfillment of the court's warning; the white-robed man wanted to rebel. Just as he was about to draw his sword, his head suddenly sank, and the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Zhu Tong smashed his head to pieces with a hammer.

"Supervisor!"

You Jike gripped his longsword and roared, "Why are you plotting a rebellion!"

Wang Li, Feng Yong, and others rushed forward and beheaded him.

Dong Yulin tried to escape, but was caught up and killed with a single blow.

In the blink of an eye.

Of the original high-ranking officers of Hongze Battalion, only two remain.

Deputy General Chu Shixiong and Lieutenant General Xia Cong.

Chu Shixiong was a little hungover from drinking last night. In his hazy state, he heard the war drums sound. He quickly dressed himself, grabbed his broadsword, and walked out of the tent with unsteady steps. Then he saw the bloody scene and stood there dumbfounded, as if struck by lightning.

Xia Cong, as if his energy had been drained, collapsed to his knees with a thud, his expression blank. Something inside him seemed to crumble along with his body.

"Xia Cong!"

Feng Yong threw a sharp sword in front of him: "Be dignified!"

"Commander-in-Chief."

Xia Cong raised his head, looked at the white-robed figure standing beneath the sky, and couldn't help but ask, "Commander-in-Chief, what's the matter?! Are there treacherous officials in the court plotting against you? Why haven't you informed His Majesty?"

No answer.

Last night's banquet was their last chance.

"Xia Cong, stop talking nonsense."

Xu Bin urged, "It's not too late to abandon the darkness and follow the master now; otherwise, let's not waste any more time."

“I, Xia Cong, am an orphan. My parents starved to death when I was three years old. It was the imperial court that raised me, taught me martial arts, gave me a salary, and allowed me to wear this armor. How could I do the things of a traitorous minister…”

Xia Cong slowly picked up the sword and gently placed it in front of his neck, his resolute voice trembling slightly: "It's just a pity that I couldn't die on the battlefield..."

Finished speaking.

The sword slit his throat, and his head drooped limply.

"We only know that there are orphans in the capital, but we don't know where they come from."

Chen Sanshi murmured, "Have you ever thought about why your parents starved to death?"

Not everyone can achieve the same profound enlightenment as Deng Feng.

"Chu Shixiong, it's your turn!"

Wang Zhi narrowed his eyes and said to the last person, "End it yourself!"

until now.

Chu Shixiong suddenly awoke from his dream, and the alcohol completely wore off.

He roared with bloodshot eyes, "Chen Sanshi! I misjudged you! You really are a traitor! I will not commit suicide. I'll say it again: even in death, I will be a loyal soul of the Great Sheng Dynasty!"

"Then I'll grant your wish."

Without uttering a single wasted word, Wang Zhi unleashed a torrent of true energy, which surged forth and empowered the longsword until the entire blade seemed to transform into a Xuanwu (a mythical tortoise), crashing down with the force of Mount Tai.

The battle was decided in one move, and Chu Shixiong was killed on the spot.

at the same time.

The soldiers of Hongze Camp have also completed their assembly.

These soldiers, unlike Chu Shixiong and others who were born into imperial families, were mostly of ordinary origin. The so-called "court" was a rather vague concept to them. In contrast, the white-robed generals who led them to the brink of death countless times were the true commanders. They were truly only concerned with "general's orders" and not with imperial commands.

Moreover, rumors that the imperial court was merely bestowing honors on a guise while actually placing the officials under house arrest upon their arrival in the capital had been circulating in Hongze Camp since the first imperial edict was issued after the Langjuxu Mountain incident.

In recent days, there have been rumors of secrets about a rebellion in the three prefectures of Guandu. Although these rumors were quickly suppressed, it does not mean that they have not heard about them.

150,000 soldiers in the Western Frontier are risking their lives at the front, yet someone in the imperial court is making a deal with the immortal master to put them all to death!

Now that the white-robed official is to be summoned to the capital, I'm afraid he'll not only be placed under house arrest, but his life may also be in danger!

How can this be tolerated?!

The deaths of these officers were likely due to their involvement in the court's pressure on their superiors, which was tantamount to betraying their comrades. They deserved to die!

Chen Sanshi ascended the high platform and looked down at the 15,000 soldiers standing in neat rows.

There were no excessive words exchanged between them, nor was there any need for idle chatter.

Their tacit understanding was honed through countless battles and unexpected victories; their trust in each other was forged through countless near-death experiences and battles fought amidst mountains of corpses and seas of blood.