My Cultivation Starting from Archery

General Chen Sansi's banner!

The barbarian generals and soldiers within Fengshuang City had also heard of this famously menacing general, yet they were still in a state of confusion because nobody knew why this terrifying army had suddenly appeared deep in the Northern Desert.

Thinking thus,

they couldn't help feeling restless.

"Brothers, do not be afraid! Kill this man and we shall revel in wealth and glory!"

Murong Chao looked back, "Where is General Duan? Why haven't his troops been assembled yet?"

"Report—"

"General, it's bad!"

"General Duan..."

"He has taken the people of the Duan Clan and fled!"

"What did you say?!"

...

Five miles away,

Duan Zhe, with his gold and silver treasures, took his troops and fled hastily.

"Saying Chen Sansi is courting death? I think you are the one courting death!"

As he spoke, he spat on the ground, feeling that Murong Chao really had no brains.

Not long before,

General Chen's eight hundred light cavalry had stormed through the Yuwen tribes of Huqiu Mountain, where there were three individuals with Great Success in Mysterious Phenomenon; the two of them couldn't defend anything, staying was purely a death sentence.

Or rather, what use was there in fighting desperately?

The Blood Sacrifice was about to be complete; let Chen Sansi fuss all he wanted, the good days of the Heavenly Clan people were still to come. Dying at this time would be a huge loss, better to conserve strength and seek refuge with another tribe nearby as a way out.

...

"That damn Duan Zhe, truly a coward!"

Murong Chao cursed vehemently.

"General!"

A subordinate asked in a trembling voice, "What should we do now? Without the Duan Clan, we are only left with a little over seven thousand men..."

"He, Chen Sansi, with eight hundred, could kill ten thousand, and I, Murong Chao, with seven thousand, cannot kill ten thousand?!"

Murong Chao raised his long knife high, "Brothers, to the kill—"

"Buzz—"

Before he could finish,

just one mile ahead,

the snow curtain suddenly tore apart.

It was a Vermilion Bird, melting the ice and snow, distorting the void, coming with a force as vast as the sea's Gang Qi.

Murong Chao roared, using the Breathing Skill and activating the Eight Extraordinary Meridians in his body to the extreme, unleashing all his skills. His battle knife transformed into a mad lion, neither dodging nor hiding, plunging towards the Vermilion Bird.

"Boom—"

The terrifying aftershock, like a tsunami, erupted from the center of Murong Chao, flinging dozen of soldiers into the air, and the area for several yards around exploded into a white expanse.

When the snow mist cleared.

The soldiers saw...

Murong Chao lying in the snow, barely alive, bleeding from all orifices, breathing out without breathing in, clearly not long for this world.

One arrow!

One arrow almost claimed the life of their main general!

And this arrow...

was from one mile away!

"Hongze Camp!"

"Charge——"

At the same time.

The distant tiger and wolf troops shook heaven and earth as they suddenly increased their speed to charge, their rolling Evil Qi almost melting the snow, flawlessly advancing towards them in combat.

"Retreat, retreat!"

The soldiers of the Murong tribe had no fighting spirit left, immediately plunging into endless chaos. Just the colliding and trampling among themselves resulted in countless deaths, until Hongze Camp burst into the fray and unleashed a most bloody massacre!

An hour later.

Fengshuang City was then securely in their grasp.

"Slaughter the cows!"

"Slaughter the sheep!"

"Brothers, eat and drink as you please!"

"After you have eaten your fill, open the storehouses, and take their dry food and jerky!"

"If anyone's horse is frostbitten or has died of exhaustion, simply choose the strongest from their horses!"

"..."

Marching for a long time.

Many horses, naturally, could not withstand it.

But!

The one thing the Barbarians were never short of was warhorses!

Each tribe had a great number of fine horses!

These horses were already trained.

Moreover, with Qian Xun present, they could almost immediately be put to use!

Supplies?

The Enemy Army was the supply!

This journey of more than ten thousand li, everywhere there were scattered tribes.

How many Martial Saints were there?

How many people could block his path!

The mutton of the grassland was indeed out of the ordinary!

In Dasheng, while there was chicken and pork as well as beef, only lamb was a rare item, priced more than double that of pork.

For the soldiers, it was also a gluttonous feast, as during marches they had only dry food to eat, not to mention hot meals or meat.

Inside a wooden cabin.

Chen Sansi and a few subordinates sat around a campfire, discussing the path ahead.

"Sir, our current position is here."

Xia Cong pointed at the map, saying, "According to the General's deployment, if we want to quickly reach the Barbarian Capital, we must cross the Agate River, but... "

"There is a Great Village on the Agate River."

Chu Shixiong took over and said, "Just within the village alone, there are forty to fifty thousand soldiers. Once we cross the river, our movement will be hindered, and then nearby scattered tribes will quickly gather here. In a few days, they could muster a total of a hundred thousand soldiers. General Chen, what should we do?"

"Easy to say."

Chen Sansi casually said, "Before they encircle us, why not just take down Prime Minister Yu Wen Jingwen's Great Village."

"This Yu Wen Jingwen is a Martial Saint, a renowned Martial Saint for many years. No one among us can match him!"

Chu Shixiong emphasized, "Moreover, the fifty thousand soldiers in the village are the elite of the Yuwen Tribe. How could we possibly take down the Great Village in a short time and leave there?"

"General Chen, I am not doubting you."

Cao Zhi added, "Another thing you should be aware of, before this, we also need to build a pontoon bridge to cross the Agate River, and then... there is no way back, this is a battle with our backs to the river."

A frozen river doesn't ice over from just a day's cold.

This heavy snow had come suddenly, but it had not lasted long enough to freeze the surface of the rapidly flowing Agate River sufficiently to bear a person's weight, let alone horses and weapons.