Transmigration begins with archery training

"Young master..."

Wang Zhi, contrary to his usual cunning, lazy, greedy and slippery demeanor, said anxiously, "Are you sure you haven't mistaken me for someone else? My surname is Wang, and my given name is Zhi. I'm not Tang Ruoshan."

"fart!"

Sun Buqi gritted his teeth and said, "Don't even mention that you're a little fat. Even if you were burned to ashes, I would still recognize you. Give me back my third brother's life!"

Before he could finish speaking, his spear had already thrust forward.

The speed and ferocity of the gunshot were extraordinary.

Wang Zhi dared not look directly at the other party, but drew his long, slender broadsword and held it horizontally in front of him, easily blocking the attack from the Bone-Refining Martial Artist: "Young Master, you...you really have mistaken me for someone else!"

"Death!"

Sun Buqi's spear technique was as swift as the wind and as fast as thunder, transforming into a raging storm as he thrust towards his opponent.

But Wang Zhi easily blocked them all.

Clearly, although they both practiced bone training, their strength was not on the same level.

Even though Wang Zhi never retaliated and only defended, Sun Buqi gradually lost his energy and his speed slowed down significantly.

Only now did he regret not having cultivated properly, and thus being unable to kill the hateful person in front of him.

"Tang Ruoshan! You...you coward!"

"Fifteen years have passed, and you don't even recognize your own name anymore?"

"What's the point of living if you're cowering in a place like this?!"

Hear this.

Wang Zhi was stunned for a moment, then threw away the longsword in his hand with a clang.

He finally admitted, "Junior brother, kill me."

Having said that, he closed his eyes and truly stopped defending himself.

"Fine, I'll kill you!"

Sun Buqi raised his spear and was about to stab it into the throat.

Just as Chen Sanshi was about to make a move to stop them, another red figure arrived upon hearing the sound.

"stop!"

"sister?"

Sun Buqi abruptly stopped the spear he had already handed out: "Sister, look, who is this person?!"

"I know."

Sun Li had already guessed it.

Her cool gaze fell on Wang Zhi: "Tang Ruoshan, long time no see."

"Junior sister..."

Upon seeing her, Wang Zhi knelt down with a thud: "You and my junior brother, just take my dog's life."

Sun Li said expressionlessly, "I'll spare your life, but you can die on the battlefield this spring. Buqi, come with me."

"sister?"

"I told you to leave!"

"Humph!"

Sun Buqi then put away his gun and left with his sister.

Wang Zhi, on the other hand, remained kneeling on the ground for a long time without getting up.

No need to ask.

Chen Sanshi already roughly knew the reason why this farce had occurred.

Sun Buqi mentioned fifteen years ago, and the death of his third brother.

Fifteen years ago was the fifty-seventh year of the Longqing reign.

That year, the Eight Great Camps engaged in fierce battles with the Southern Xu Kingdom in Kangning Prefecture.

The Xuanwu Camp was completely wiped out in this battle.

Tang Ruoshan was the commander of the Xuanwu Camp at the time.

Lieutenant general, Sun Buhui.

"Are you OK?"

After waiting for a while, Chen Sanshi went forward and helped Fatty Wang up.

"Did you hear everything?"

Wang Zhi's eyes were glazed over: "That's right, I'm the one who killed my junior brother and the soldiers..."

"Then why didn't you lose your head?"

Chen Sanshi asked a question.

If a major command error leads to the annihilation of an elite battalion, the commander-in-chief will absolutely be sentenced to death.

"..."

After a long silence, Wang Zhi said in a hoarse voice, "I had no choice back then, I had no choice, do you understand?"

He knelt down on the ground again and slumped down.

"The fifty-seventh year of the Longqing reign."

"With the instigation of Grand Secretary Yan Liang and others, the court summoned the Grand Commander back to the capital on trumped-up charges and imprisoned him in the imperial prison."

"same year.

"The Southern Xu Kingdom has launched a large-scale invasion."

"The Eight Great Battalions were dispatched to garrison and launch a counterattack."

"My real name is Tang Ruoshan, and I was the commander of the Xuanwu Camp at the time."

"But that battle was not due to my command error."

"At that time, the Southern Xu Kingdom had already occupied many strategic fortresses, including Lingchuan Prefecture."

"If we don't find a way to quickly take over Lingchuan Prefecture, once the Southern Xu Kingdom gains a foothold, the South will be doomed."

"However, Lingchuan Prefecture is strategically located, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack."

"The best way to take it down is to first capture Kangning Prefecture on the east side and create an opening."

"But this opening isn't so easy to tear open."

"The best approach is to wait for the rest of the imperial army to arrive and then launch a fierce attack with several times the strength of the original force."

"But they haven't moved!"

Wang Zhi became agitated: "The Emperor's Beijing troops have long been assembled, but they are not heading towards Kangning Prefecture. Why do you think that is?"

"Waiting for you to die."

Chen Sanshi gave his answer.

"That's right!"

Wang Zhi said angrily, "The court wants to take this opportunity to weaken the strength of the Eight Great Camps. It would be best if a few more generals died so that they could send someone else to take over later!"

"Commander Sun, who is imprisoned in the Imperial Prison, is a hostage used to threaten us!"

"If we disobey and insist on delaying until the Beijing army has no choice but to come, it will further prove the disloyalty of the Eight Great Camps. What will happen to Master? The Eight Great Camps will definitely be slowly purged in the future."

"On the contrary, if the Eight Great Camps stand up to show their loyalty at this time and are willing to be the vanguard of the Beijing Army, it proves that we are still under the control of the court, and Master and the others may still have a way to survive."

“I see this very clearly.”

"Moreover, it's not enough to just use flesh and blood to help the Beijing army attack the city; we need to add another person!"

Chen Sanshi frowned slightly: "Third Young Master?"

Wang Zhi did not answer directly, but his tone became low:

Do you know when the Eight Great Camps were established?

"Seventy-two years ago, in the first year of the Longqing reign, the first year of the current emperor's ascension to the throne!"

"My master has known the emperor since childhood and is the emperor's most trusted confidant. Otherwise, how could he have been given the power to recruit soldiers independently?"

"Even when the common people referred to the Eight Great Camps as 'Sun Family Army,' the emperor would tolerate it."

"Guess why, in the fifty-seventh year of the Longqing reign, they simply couldn't tolerate it anymore?"

"Because the Sun family produced a genius."

"My master had a total of five children."

"The eldest and second eldest brothers died in battle a long time ago. Even if they were alive, they would have been mediocre and wouldn't have gone very far in the martial arts world."

"But the third son, Sun Buhui, is a genius."

"Having practiced martial arts for less than four years, he had experienced countless battles and won every single one, earning him a very high reputation in the army."

“In the past, the emperor would have tolerated the existence of a ‘Sun Family Army’ within the Cao family’s empire because he knew that this situation would end sooner or later.”

"When Master retires or dies of old age, the court will gain an elite army for free. It's a win-win situation. How could anyone be unhappy about it?"

"But Sun Buhui's appearance changed everything."

"Junior Brother Bu Hui is incredibly talented and ambitious. He even boasted that he would take over the Eight Great Camps in the future."

"This... has touched the emperor's sore spot."

"The Great Sheng Dynasty has a Grand Coordinator Sun, who is a pillar of the state and a model of harmony between the emperor and his ministers."

"But if the Sun family produces a second commander-in-chief, the nature of the situation will change."

"At that time, the Eight Great Camps will truly become the 'Sun Family Army,' and the Sun family will no longer be just regional officials, but equivalent to feudal kings of different surnames."