Transmigration begins with archery training

With the aid of warhorses, their strength and speed far surpass those of infantry.

It would normally take twenty light infantry to kill a martial artist who had reached the peak of Blood Refinement, but if it were cavalry, only a dozen or so would be enough. With wave after wave of charges, an ordinary martial artist could not withstand more than a few rounds.

Moreover, among the fifty-odd riders, there were not only formation soldiers, but also martial artists who had reached the peak of blood cultivation and martial soldiers. Even martial artists who had cultivated bones would probably be worn down to death.

After the barbarian centurion gave the order, the barbarian cavalry immediately changed direction, spread out at a suitable distance, and surrounded the white horse from all sides before charging forward together.

"Pfft-"

Chen Sanshi stabbed an oncoming enemy to death with a single spear thrust. He had just pulled out his spear when he heard the whistling sound of a sharp weapon tearing through the air behind him. He immediately ducked and lay on his horse's back to dodge the blow. Then, his waist twisted 360 degrees like a water snake, and his spear swept in all directions, temporarily forcing back the enemy troops who wanted to launch a sneak attack from all directions. His white swan horse neighed and continued to charge forward. He seized the brief opportunity and pierced through the cavalry blocking his way with another spear thrust, successfully breaking out of the encirclement.

No matter how strong a martial artist is, they still only have two arms and two legs.

This is also the meaning of the army's existence. As long as there are enough people and enough time, and with special combat skills, there will always be an opportunity to kill enemy generals.

This life-or-death struggle, this near-death experience, made Chen Sanshi's blood boil. His blood, tendons, and even meridians worked overtime under the instinct for survival. The toxins in his meridians that were difficult to clear from his body began to be consumed rapidly, and his marksmanship proficiency improved significantly.

At the same time, the barbarian cavalry adjusted their formation and launched a second round of encirclement and attack.

"Well done!"

This time, three spears came thrusting at me simultaneously.

Chen Sanshi moved with ghostly speed, instantly disappearing from the horse's back. Instead, he gripped the saddle with one hand, his body hanging precariously from the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

Before the opponent could retract the spear, he used his waist to spring back onto the horse, grabbing the entire wooden shaft of the spear under his armpit. The muscles on his arms were bulging, and the blood of the dragon and elephant combined with the tendons of the nine dragons unleashed astonishing power, easily breaking the wooden spear shaft.

"call--"

Then came the sound of a sharp weapon approaching from behind.

Chen Sanshi, relying on his hearing, judged that this person was intelligent and knew that he was agile and difficult to hit, so he simply attacked the white swan horse.

"go!"

He leaped into the air, thrusting his spear through the air to impale a disarmed spearman, hoisting him onto his horse, and using his corpse as a weapon to smash him backward.

During this process, the white swan horse, no longer burdened, suddenly increased its forward speed, successfully dodging a knife from behind.

We understand each other!

It wasn't until he actually went to the battlefield that Chen Sanshi realized how important this was.

He leaped back onto the white swan horse, killed three more cavalrymen, and broke out of the encirclement once more.

Just a dozen seconds.

Six or seven cavalrymen died.

"grown ups!"

The barbarian cavalry hesitated for a moment, not immediately launching a third charge, but instead all looked at their centurion.

But they didn't wait for instructions.

Instead, it was the White Horse General who took the initiative to attack.

In chaos.

Chen Sanshi's vision was filled with swords, spears, and halberds, and there was an overwhelming killing intent. Enemy bandits were everywhere. He had no time to distinguish between military officers and soldiers. He kept wielding his reed spear, stabbing one barbarian after another to death, while also dealing with attacks from all directions. Blood splattered everywhere, like a rain of blood.

Such a state of full power would be an extremely rapid drain on any martial artist's vital energy.

A martial artist, aside from their physical body, relies on their vital energy and blood to enhance their attacks.

It's like constantly using skills and consuming mana.

Once the mana bar is depleted, one can only rely on physical strength.

Fortunately, he has a little more blue bar than the average person.

The blood of the dragon and elephant flowed endlessly, and Chen Sanshi's whole body was burning hot, but he did not feel tired at all. His spear became more and more steady, accurate and ruthless. One after another, cavalrymen fell in front of him, and their cries of pain rang out one after another.

"Continue!"

The barbarian commander gripped his scimitar, intently observing the situation, preparing to further weaken the enemy before taking action himself.

After a martial artist breaks through to the Bone Refinement Realm, the main improvement is in defense, physical strength, and speed, with little increase in qi and blood.

Therefore, theoretically speaking...

The cost of killing a Bone-Refining Warrior with cavalry alone would be enormous.

However, by using the lives of more than twenty riders, he could deplete about half of the opponent's health. If he then made his move, he would have the upper hand. With the assistance of others in a sneak attack, he could easily behead the opponent!

Trading twenty-odd lives for the life of a Bone-Refining General is quite a bargain.

But soon...

The barbarian commanders realized that something was wrong.

Because this young Dasheng military officer seemed to be in the same state as at the beginning. He killed more than twenty cavalrymen in a row, and there was still no sign of his blood and qi weakening. He did not even use the defensive ability unique to bone-training martial artists.

To put it bluntly, not even the skin was broken!

I couldn't even tell which stage of the Bone Refining Realm it was.

"That's impossible! The intelligence our spies sent back two months ago only mentioned a young centurion who had just begun practicing bone-refining techniques. Where did he get this kind of combat power? And he broke through in just two months? Moreover, this looks like he's at the minor or even major mastery level!"

The barbarian 100 households' brains went blank.

It was because of this intelligence that he decided to quickly surround and kill the enemy.

But now it seems the intelligence was wrong.

"Time is running out!"

In the short time that was wasted, the Dasheng cavalry were about to catch up.

"withdraw!"

The barbarian commander shouted and retreated, bearing the brunt of the attack.

The remaining thirty or so barbarians had long since given up and turned their horses around one by one to flee north.

"grown ups!"

"He's still chasing!"

"what?!"

The barbarian commander turned his head slightly and looked back. Sure enough, he saw the white horse coming at lightning speed. Any cavalrymen who dared to block it fell to the ground with screams. It was unstoppable and was less than ten feet away from him in the blink of an eye.

"Are you determined to die?!"

The barbarian commander was furious. In the end, he had only achieved minor success in bone cultivation and had not taken action until now, simply to maintain stability.

There's nowhere left to retreat, and there's no need to retreat any further!

Taking advantage of the moment when the enemy had killed a rider and was still holding his spear, he spurred his horse forward, his curved blade transforming into a black moonlight as it slashed down from the air, aiming straight for the throat.

"call--"

The long spear, made of reed leaves, thrust out at an extremely unreasonable and tricky angle, striking first despite being delayed, and reaching the enemy general's heart in an instant.

The barbarian commanders were terrified.

He didn't have time to dodge, so he had to use his arm, which was covered by a bracer plate, to block.

"Cha-"

The wrist guards tore apart like paper, and the hard-boned arm was easily pierced.