Transmigration begins with archery training

"

"Xu Wencai".

Chen Sanshi called out.

"Everyone, please take a look."

Xu Wencai stepped forward in response, pointing to the sand table in front of him with his feather fan: "Our orthodox dynasty may seem to occupy a vast territory now, but in fact, if we want to continue to march south and take the capital, there are only two shortest routes."

"Firstly, they crossed the Fei River and went south from Kunyang City."

Secondly, the Ziwu Valley.

"However, the Ziwu Ancient Road is narrow and difficult to traverse, making it extremely difficult to transport grain and fodder. At most, it can only accommodate five thousand cavalrymen."

"So, in fact, the only way to go is to cross the Fei River."

"Moreover, according to intelligence, Chang'an has already mobilized a million troops to rush straight to Kunyang."

"Feishui and Kunyang are the locations of our decisive battle."

"In my opinion..."

"We should immediately transfer all troops to Kunyang and prepare for a decisive battle to decide the fate of the nation."

"Directly deploy troops?"

The Emperor, half-believing and half-doubting, said, "Minister Xu, don't you intend to discuss your military strategy?"

"Your Majesty, we have no strategy, at least not right now."

Xu Wencai shook his head: "The only strategy is to fight to the death."

Fight to the death!

"This is the last time. Do any of you ministers have any further objections?"

Emperor Cao Huan, the legitimate emperor, surveyed his ministers. After waiting in vain for anyone to speak, he finally made his decision: "Draft an edict. Allocate 200,000 troops, including the Northern Liang army, with Chen Sanshi, the King of Northern Liang, still as commander-in-chief and the Prince of Yan as supervisor. Prepare to march towards the Fei River."

"Unify the country!"

inside and outside.

Like an ingenious mechanism, it began to operate meticulously.

The side hall was soon empty.

Only Huang Laojiu, who looked like an old farmer, the Prince of Yan, Cui Zichen, and the emperor remained.

"Senior Huang!"

Cui Zichen became even more respectful than before, clasped his hands and bowed his head, finally voicing his confusion: "Didn't the sect originally say that they were going to invite Elder Deng? Why is it Senior Huang instead?"

Deng Xiang.

The eighteenth generation master of Xunxian Tower!

Four hundred years ago, by chance, I entered Tianshui Island.

now……

He is already a Golden Core cultivator!

Several years ago, when the line between heaven and earth reopened, Xunxianlou re-established contact with Deng Xiang.

That's why.

Only by relying on Guiyuan Gate could the Prince of Jin establish himself in the chaotic world.

This time, in the struggle for the ancestral lineage, Cao Kai was killed.

It was originally Deng Xiang who came.

It wasn't until just now that Cui Zichen learned that the candidate had been changed without prior notice.

Guiyuan Nine Peaks, each peak has a Golden Core Elder.

But among the nine peaks.

There was no Elder Huang.

That's why he found it strange.

"Haha~"

Huang Laojiu reached for the old, mottled wine gourd at his waist with his left hand, while pointing to the sky outside with his fingers, which resembled withered tree branches.

"What Senior Huang means."

Prince Cao Zhi of Yan stroked his chin and said, "Is it because there is a seal that there is no need to invite Elder Deng?"

"But……"

Cui Zichen was worried, but he was interrupted before he could speak.

"Don't worry, Fellow Daoist Cui."

Old Huang opened his wine gourd, inhaling the aroma and revealing a blissful smile. Without looking up, he said, "Although this old man isn't skilled in combat, this little bit of cultivation is enough, enough~"

"Senior Huang, you misunderstand. I had no intention of disrespecting you."

Cui Zichen explained in a flustered manner, then paused for a moment before saying, "But since you've come, senior, shouldn't we wait and fight them now?"

"I really don't understand matters of war."

Huang Laojiu took a swig from his gourd and said leisurely, "Since the garrison commander's disciple wants to fight, let him fight. If he really can't win, he can just run away when things get tough."

After saying that, he smacked his lips, savoring the memory, and exclaimed, "Authentic Shaoxing wine! It's been so many years since I've had it!"

On the eve of the decisive battle.

All aspects are in the final stages of preparation.

The grain and fodder were transported from the northwest, northeast, and southeast regions to areas outside Yuzhou, and were intended to be delivered to the Feishui River basin along the Luoxiao River and its surrounding rivers.

Troops are also being redeployed.

The Northern Liang army had a total of 150,000 men, but because its territory was expanding and a large number of elite troops were needed to guard it, only five battalions, about 75,000 men, were sent out in the end.

The remaining 120,000 troops were all allocated by the imperial court.

During the preparation period.

Chen Sanshi was making final preparations at the front.

Emperor Cao Huan, on the other hand, traveled around incognito in the flying boats of cultivators, making his way across the world like a dragon. It is said that he executed countless corrupt officials and eradicated countless spiritual plants.

"How shameless!"

Wang Zhi cursed loudly: "We're fighting desperately on the front lines, while the Cao family is buying people's hearts in the rear! Now, no matter what Beiliang does, people outside think it's the Cao family's doing, and they praise him for his benevolence!"

"There's nothing we can do about it, since we're still nominally subjects of the Cao family."

Second Senior Brother Cheng Wei fiddled with the abacus, checking the accounts in the rolls of books: "Besides, we need them to provide the food and troops this time, so it's not good to turn against them. Let's just let them be for now."

Inside the Chinese army's tent.

After discussing the important matters, the generals went about their own business.

Only Xu Wencai remained extremely quiet, sitting cross-legged on the muddy ground in front of the door, with specially arranged branches beside him. He looked up at the star-studded night sky, his right hand fingers moving back and forth incessantly, looking like he was doing arithmetic, or like a cultivator making hand seals.

"Old Xu, are you fucking fortune teller?"

Wang Zhi walked over and sat down next to him, asking casually, "Is this thing accurate?"

"Xu is not a fortune teller."

Xu Wencai stared at the night sky: "I'm not observing the celestial phenomena, but rather assessing the overall situation."

"Aren't they all the same thing?"

Wang Zhi asked, "So, how's the chance of winning this time?"

Anyway.

The other side also had a million people, a truly exaggerated number.

There have been few wars of this scale in history.

"Sigh~"

Xu Wencai said with some worry, "These countless stars can be glimpsed through the 'Three Enclosures and Twenty-Eight Mansions' to gain some insight into the secrets of heaven."

"The so-called Twenty-Eight Mansions are the seven mansions of the Azure Dragon in the East, the seven mansions of the Black Tortoise in the North, the seven mansions of the White Tiger in the West, and the seven mansions of the Vermilion Bird in the South."

“And the three walls.”

"The Upper Enclosure refers to the Taiwei Enclosure, the Middle Enclosure refers to the Ziwei Enclosure, and the Lower Enclosure refers to the Tianshi Enclosure."

"Among them, Taiwei Yuan represents the location of the current emperor."

"General Wang, please take a look."

"The Five Emperors' Seat is the center of the Taiwei Enclosure. The Five Emperors' Seat has five stars: the central one is the Yellow Emperor's Hub, the eastern one is the Azure Emperor Lingwei Yang, the southern one is the Red Emperor Chi Biao Nu, the western one is the White Emperor Bai Zhao Ju, and the northern one is the Black Emperor Ye Guang Ji."

“The throne of the Five Emperors must be bright and radiant, so that the emperor may receive the spirit of heaven and earth; otherwise, the emperor will lose his position.”

"now.

"Not only is the Five Emperors' Throne shrouded in darkness and instability, but a comet will also soon invade it!"

"This so-called 'bo xing' is a meteorite from outer space."

"A comet has struck the Five Emperors' Throne; this signals an impending change of dynasties!"

"Isn't this the best thing ever?!"

Wang Zhi became interested: "Then take another look, which dynasty changed hands?"

"..."