Transmigration begins with archery training

rainy night.

Yuzhou.

battlefield.

war.

The torrential rain poured down like a silver river, irrigating the fertile earth with a roar, turning the land into a muddy mess in just half an hour.

"Click——"

A crimson-purple eerie lightning streaked across the night sky, and the countless stars in the clouds emitted a blinding white light, illuminating the entire ancient battlefield of the Central Plains in bizarre and eerie colors.

The heavy steel machinery, composed of a million-strong army, operated slowly and laboriously, the ranks moving gradually toward the rear.

On the opposite bank, on the Luojian River, a tributary of the Fei River, a light cavalry force was charging forward despite the wind and rain.

According to the original plan of the imperial court, once the rebel cavalry landed, the court would immediately turn its spearheads and launch a counterattack.

However, amidst such strange phenomena, during the retreat, rumors and gossip had already spread uncontrollably like a plague.

Why retreat?

With a million troops arrayed on the shore, what fear could they possibly have of the enemy, no matter how many there were? Why then did they retreat? Could the strange celestial phenomenon truly be divine retribution, or had some unexpected event occurred at the forefront of their ranks, forcing them to retreat swiftly?

The soldiers craned their necks to look, but ordinary people have limited eyesight, and with the terrible weather, how could they possibly see clearly several miles or even tens of miles away in the midst of a stormy night?

All these factors combined to put them on edge, making them eager to understand the current situation and what would happen next.

"Da da da--"

Accompanied by the sound of trampling through puddles and mud, a fiery steed pierced through the curtain of water and rain, carrying with it billowing incense smoke and purple aura, and arrived at the rear of the central army.

Holding his halberd, Lü Ji's expression was serious and anxious. He reined in his horse before his soldiers, his deep gaze sweeping over them one by one. After gathering his strength, he suddenly spoke, his voice resounding like a great bell, echoing throughout every corner of the battlefield:

"Our army has been defeated—"

"Our army is defeated!"

"Our army is defeated!"

"..."

Almost simultaneously, these four words resounded throughout the million-strong army, the sound rising and falling, drowning out all other noises.

"General Wu!!!"

The third senior brother, Nie Yuan, had his armor disheveled and his face covered in blood. He slumped weakly on his horse and cried out to a Beijing army officer in front of him, "Our army has been defeated! Our army has suffered a crushing defeat!"

"Failed?!"

General Wu was taken aback: "Really?!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

Nie Yuan shouted with bloodshot eyes, "Chen Sanshi is leading 200,000 Qing Kingdom troops to attack! They have a second-tier grand formation set up by the Cloud Palace, which is even more powerful than the Six Ding Six Jia Grand Formation. The front line can't hold on any longer. If we don't retreat now, it will be too late!"

"Rumble--"

This devastating news, accompanied by thunderous roars, struck the hearts of the soldiers, causing their already tense nerves to completely break down.

No wonder they retreated!

It turned out to be...

The attack has failed!

"The ominous sign has come true!"

"Our army was defeated!!!"

"..."

"Run!"

"Chen Sanshi is about to arrive!"

"..."

A feeling of panic suddenly erupted.

If the million-strong army was originally a heavy and sophisticated steel machine operating in an orderly manner, then at this moment, some of the gears in the machine suddenly failed, triggering a huge chain reaction until... it completely collapsed!

The soldiers were already uneasy because of the strange celestial phenomenon, which people called "divine retribution." In addition, they could not verify the situation at the front and could only see the order to retreat, which further solidified the idea of ​​a "major defeat" in their minds.

The army numbered in the millions, which was indeed large, but it did not mean that they were all elite troops. The vast majority of them were from local garrisons or even temporarily recruited new soldiers. Only two or three tenths were true elite troops from the capital.

Among these less than 30% elite troops were the Xuanwu, Baihu, and Tianshi battalions. They fled in all directions, abandoning their armor and weapons, while letting their frightened warhorses run rampant, causing a chaotic situation of trampling each other and completely disrupting the formation of the Six Ding Six Jia formation.

They were like festering wounds on a giant's body; once corruption appeared, it could not be stopped and would only spread endlessly. One battalion, two battalions, fifty thousand, one hundred thousand—the army was completely plunged into endless chaos.

The front.

Emperor Longqing and others immediately noticed the abnormality.

"how so?!"

After a brief moment of surprise, Shan Liangcheng quickly regained his composure and immediately gave orders: "Quickly, tell them they haven't been defeated. Everyone, hold your formation and charge back! Don't panic! Absolutely don't panic!"

However, even if cultivators possess extraordinary abilities such as flying and escaping, they cannot quell the chaos in a short time when faced with such a vast number of people.

With just a few shouts, at least half of the 600,000 troops in the central and rear armies were thrown into disarray.

"What's going on?" the King of Qin demanded loudly. "Who's shouting that they've lost?!"

"Your Highness!"

"Hmm...it seems to be General Lü Ji!"

"what?!"

The King of Qin grabbed the adjutant by his armor and lifted him up: "How is this possible? Has Lü Ji gone mad?!"

"He's not crazy."

Shan Liangcheng could see right through him: "Your General Lü is probably an inside man, a spy for that Chen fellow, who has infiltrated our ranks..."

"what--"

In his rage, the King of Qin roared to the heavens, "Slaves of four surnames! Slaves of four surnames!!!"

"All our efforts were in vain, all our efforts were in vain..."

Looking at the irrecoverable chaos before him, Shan Liangcheng could no longer contain his anger and almost roared as he questioned, "What have you done?!"

"The highest-ranking military officers are most wary of having enemy spies, not even one!"

"And you!"

"They actually planted nearly 50,000 people inside the grand formation I set up!"

"How could this be, how could this be..."

King Qi was completely baffled and muttered to himself, "Among the officials under the Commander-in-Chief's command, shouldn't Lü Ji hate Chen Sanshi the most?!"

"He was a perfectly good senior disciple who had followed Sun Xiangzong since childhood, but he never managed to obtain any martial arts techniques above the level of a martial saint before he died."

"Chen Sanshi had only been a disciple for a few years when he obtained all the inheritance and resources, and even took away his military power in Beiliang, almost costing him his life."

"Given Lü Ji's character, even if he didn't kill this person, he would absolutely never treat him like a dog!"

"And Nie Yuan..."

"Back at Chibi, if it weren't for his desperate protection, I would have died at the hands of Hunter Chen long ago."

"How...how could these two fellow disciples be Chen Sanshi's men?!"

"..."

On the crane, in contrast to the anger and astonishment of the crowd, the Longqing Emperor's emotions did not fluctuate much. He simply closed his eyes slowly, and it was unknown what he was thinking.

the end.