My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Nonsense!"

The barbarian general sneered as he said, "Who dares to bluster like this, watch as I take your life!"

Under the watchful eyes of all.

Upon a hilltop, a white horse arrived, overlooking the battlefield from a high position. The white-robed figure had just raised the long spear in his hand, the head impaled on the spear tip was none other than one of the Four Sage Kings, Yu Wenjing Wen!

"Prince Yu Wenxin is here!"

Cao Zhi was holding the captured prince, "You are already doomed, why continue this futile struggle!"

"Boom Boom - "

In an instant.

It was as if two bolts of thunder had struck right into the hearts of the barbarian warriors.

"Prince..."

"It's really the prince!"

"Chen Sansi, you killed the prince!"

"The white-robed one killed the prince!"

"Martial Saint!"

"He has also reached the Martial Saint level!"

"..."

Because it was too preposterous, the soldiers preferred to believe that Chen Sansi had advanced to Martial Saint rather than believe he had killed their prince using the Profound Image Realm.

Even so, coupled with the fearless warriors from Hongze Camp, it was enough to throw them into complete panic.

"This..."

Chu Shixiong was just as shocked as the barbarians.

He indeed knew.

Chen Sansi was merely at Great Success in the Mysterious Phenomenon!

Yet, he had killed an enemy Martial Saint!

"Normal."

A few brothers from Po Yang said, "It's just killing a Martial Saint.

"Right, don't act like you've never seen it."

"General Chu."

Xu Bin, wiping the fresh blood off his Gun Blade with his armored wrist, said, "Now, do you still have any doubts about his lordship?"

Chu Shixiong was in disbelief.

...

"Retreat, retreat!"

"Retreat!"

"Don't panic, retreat to the Great Village first!"

The barbarian general commanded.

"The Great Village has already been breached!"

"What did you say? When did that happen?"

"Not long after the battle started, the Great Village was seized by the enemy. It was the prince who told me not to make it known!"

"How is this possible?!"

The army panicked and retreated.

When they were still a few miles from the Great Village, they indeed saw Dasheng's banners planted all over the place. At the highest point, there fluttered a large gilded "Chen" character in the wind.

The village gates were wide open.

The overwhelming Dasheng Cavalry poured out, their numbers indistinguishable.

At this moment.

The barbarian warriors only knew one thing.

Their main general was dead! The enemy had a Martial Saint!

And they had nowhere to go, caught in a pincer attack.

A total rout!

A thorough defeat unfolded along the banks of the Agate River.

On the contrary.

The soldiers from Hongze Camp, seeing their General return to the battlefield with the head of Yu Wenjing Wen in tow, saw their morale boosted to an unprecedented peak, and nothing could stop them from achieving a great victory.

Next.

It was a one-sided slaughter.

On the battlefield, once the will to resist was lost, they became worse off than pigs or dogs, no matter how strong or robust, all they could do was to await their execution.

From morning, killing lasted until the dusk.

On the banks of the Agate River, corpses lay strewn everywhere!

Eventually,

only half of the enemy army fled in disarray, the rest were all slaughtered without mercy!

By the time the battlefield was cleared, the sky had already turned dim.

"Report, sir! The count is complete!"

Xia Cong saluted, "In this battle, our army beheaded more than twenty thousand of the enemy, with our own casualties around two thousand."

"..."

Two thousand.

It sounds like a casualty ratio of only ten to one.

Without a doubt, it was an overwhelming victory.

But Chen Sansi felt no excitement.

Because he remembered every single name.

Even when initially reviewing the military records, he knew how many family members each person had, whether they were a son, a husband, or a father...

At night,

the battle-worn Hongze Camp reached its limit and received supplies at the Great Village by the Agate River.

Inside the camp, there were freshly slaughtered lambs and mare's milk wine brewed on the grassland.

Outside the camp, the sky was obscured by heavy snow and the ground was covered with corpses turned into ice sculptures.

Qian Xun led the horses, standing by the bank of the Agate River, bowing their heads to drink.

Everything was so orderly.

But everything was also so quiet.

Including the soldiers of Hongze Camp, no one showed excitement, the majority wore faces heavy with a trace of numbness.

"Brothers!"

Chen Sansi held a bowl of wine, standing by the bank of the Agate River, his voice resonant, stirring the souls.

"For thousands of years!"

"The barbarians' desire to destroy us has never died!"

"Among you, how many have joined the army because a family member died under the barbarian's iron hooves? And how many of you have fathers who died on the battlefields fighting these barbarians?!"

"Now."

"The barbarians have even allied with the demons from another continent, aiming to turn our Liangzhou into mere fodder in their cauldron!"

"Their intentions must be punished, their crimes eradicated!"

"But all along."

"Relying on the vast, boundless Great Desert, with its confusing directions, no matter how great the defeat they suffer at the front, they only need to shrink back and they can recuperate, before emerging again soon after to renew their assault!"

"But today!"

"I want to say one thing!"

"If the enemy can advance, so can we—"

"After crossing this Agate River!"

"Within thirty days, we can reach south of the Yin Mountain."

"There, lies their Barbarian Capital, their sacred Langju Xu Mountain! Also, the Great Khan of the Four Barbarian Tribes!"

"There lies our final battle!"

"I, Chen Sansi, assure you!"

"After this battle, the barbarians will no longer invade our borders, troubling our people!"

"From then on, south of the Yin Mountain, not one barbarian tribe will remain!"

"Drink this bowl of wine!"

"We head straight for Langju Xu Mountain!"

"We will fight the barbarians fiercely, with all our might!"

"Kill!"

"Kill—"

In the desert night, shouts of killing shook the heavens.

Thirteen thousand soldiers drained the fiery liquor from their bowls, then smashed the clay bowls to the ground.

"Set out!"

"March—"

"Thump thump thump—"

On the night before even more barbarian reinforcements and the Martial Saint could arrive,

the soldiers of Hongze Camp crossed the Great Village of the Agate River, vanishing completely, disappearing into the depths of the Great Desert.

The blue bird flew through the windy snow, racing back toward Liangzhou, its sharp claws clutching a frozen head sculpture, the head of Yu Wenxin.