My Cultivation Starting from Archery

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"General Chen, you've really doomed me!"

Outside the Central Army Tent.

Yu Song was so angry he wanted to curse, nearly spitting out the words, "If you want to die, go alone, don't drag me into this."

"Vice Admiral Yu."

Chen Shanshi said gravely, "Following my plan doesn't guarantee survival, but following them is certain death!"

Out of 18,000 men, fewer than 180 would survive in the end.

"Ah! What else is there to say at this point?"

Yu Song said with a face of resignation, "General Chen, if you get me killed, I...I won't say it. My eight wives and twelve children will definitely come after you! Let's go!"

The command was passed down.

Lu Shuhua, Xie Sishu, and others were also shocked.

"What are you doing?"

"General Chen, have you gone mad!"

"If we don't move with the main force and act alone, are we just asking for a quicker death!"

"..."

"Ridiculous!"

Holding his sword, Lu Shuhua frowned and said unhappily, "We are all Thousand Captains, why should we leave the main force just because of his words? If you want to go, then go. I'm going to find General Sha!"

"Brother Lu, wait for me, I'll go too."

Xie Sishu hurried to catch up.

"Are you two out of your minds!"

Bai Thingzhi mocked, "It's so hard to persuade the damned to live!"

However, Lu Shuhua and Xie Sishu were quickly called back.

The orders from Sha Wenlong were already given and would not be changed lightly.

"You captains and assistant generals, what are you so afraid of? A bunch of cowards!"

Zhu Tong cursed, "Back then, Shanshi led us in Po Yang County with a remnant force to defeat 20,000 barbarians, and then, while being pursued by tens of thousands of troops, he led 40,000 civilians all the way from Yunzhou to You State and still survived! A bunch of fools!"

"How dare you!"

Xie Sishu glared in anger, "You, a captain of hundred, dare to speak so rudely to me? Courting death!"

"I think this brother is absolutely right!"

Bai Thingzhi hefted his broadsword, "What, you want to challenge me?"

"Clang—"

The sound of drawing swords erupted, and both sides confronted each other, swords at the ready.

"Enough!"

Chen Shanshi said solemnly, "At a time of life and death, are you still fighting amongst yourselves? Zhu Tong, back down! Brother Lu, Brother Xie, please believe in me. If, after crossing the river, we really suffer huge losses, both of you can come and chop off my head, and I definitely won't resist!"

"Fine!"

Only then did Lu Shuhua relent, "These are General Chen's own words; let everyone bear witness!"

He and Xie Sishu had only given up their competition for the position of True Inheritor, but none of their innate pride as geniuses had diminished in the slightest.

Especially Lu Shuhua, who also had a Martial Saint as a master, naturally the future Sword Saint. How could he be willing to be led by the nose by others?

"Xu Wencai!"
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Chen Shanshi called out loudly, "Bring me the map!"

...

"The Young Master has great strategy," Sha Wenlong admired, "Once they separate at Yangchun Prefecture, as long as they dare to cross the river and head south, they are definitely on a path to death. We can at least hold out for twenty days with the support of Yangchun Prefecture."

"It's not my strategy that's good, it's that he is rushing towards his own death," Cao Fan said while sitting atop his horse, casually holding the Azure Dragon Crescent blade. "If I can facilitate that, why wouldn't I?"

"Well said, this fellow has long deserved to die."

Sha Wenlong knew very well that he was transferred because his cover had been blown. He was the last person who would want to see the other side grow stronger, otherwise, he would likely face a disaster.

"Dong An is a thankless wretch!" Cao Fan spat out contemptuously, "Back then, he lost to Fang Qingyun in the Selected Point, and if it weren't for Grandpa's imperial appointment as a Martial Arts Top Scholar and the ample resources for cultivation, how could he have become a Deputy General in charge of a state's military and administration today?!"

"The temptation of treasured tactics is too great," Sha Wenlong guessed the reason, "Young Master, if you were tempted with methods above the Martial Saint in exchange for something, you would definitely swap, right? Even more so for him, the state isn't his; it's just a matter of switching masters for him!"

"He really deserves to die! My Great Sheng Dynasty treats people with generosity, and yet these ungrateful wretches arose. Sun Xiangzong is fine, at least he has established many merits over the years! Dong An truly deserves to be hacked into pieces!"

Cao Fan pondered the current situation of Ming State, "General Sha, do you remember what Chen Shanshi just said? He said there will be no supplies inside Yangchun Prefecture. If that's the case, what should we do?"

"We'll collect supplies along the way!" Sha Wenlong cautiously responded, "Before we reach Yangchun Prefecture, we'll pass through quite a few counties; we'll take their reserves..."

After all, food and fodder are the biggest issues when defending a city.

As long as there are ample supplies and high walls, the defense can hold indefinitely.

"This year is also not a good one for Ming State," Cao Fan said, "Many places have been hit by disasters, and I've heard that even taxes can't be collected in full. Relying solely on the government's reserves probably won't be enough."

"Then we will have to impose additional levies from the people," Sha Wenlong suggested, "It's just making the common folk suffer a bit. Young Master, don't worry, I'll take the blame."

"Your nobility, General Sha!"

"..."

...

Yingzui Mountain.

The main encampment of the Red Eyebrow Army.

The Central Army Tent.

In front of the sand table.

Mr. Jia had been brought to Mei Mountain by his father to join the bandits and, luckily, found a good master. He learned formidable martial arts and subsequently expanded the bandit stronghold, eventually swallowing the entirety of Mei Mountain's regional strongholds and becoming the undisputed leader, commanding over two thousand troops.

He knew that once a bandit force grew to a certain size, it must grow stronger or face obliteration.

But Mr. Jia couldn't continue to expand with his power alone until one day, a scholar came to the stronghold, claiming he could help them grow and become stronger, suggesting that becoming the Mingzhou King was not beyond reach.

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