My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Chapter 505: Chapter 190: Eight Hundred Slash Ten Thousand, The Barbarians’ Courage Shatters

These eight hundred light cavalry, in essence, are just an oversized Night Patrol Team, or you could say, scouts.

Their mission was to probe for information and then return.

Since when do scouts wander around and then charge directly into the enemy army’s camp?

Are these scouts?

In the heart of the Great Desert.

Once surrounded, there is almost no terrain for maneuvering, one can only break out through sheer force, and even immortals would find themselves out of options!

“A martial artist of the Mysterious Phenomenon at Great Success, if trapped by a heavy army, could slaughter over a thousand men before exhausting their strength.”

“But the issue is… inside the Prime Minister’s tent on Huqiu Mountain, there are not no generals, but three!”

Cao Huan paced anxiously in front of the sand table, “General Chen has ordered this prince to command the entire Hongze Camp to leave the Great Wall overnight, preparing to take over Huqiu Mountain’s enemy camp and prisoners. General Fang, what do you think we should do?”

“Your Highness, rest assured, General Chen would not act rashly.

“Since he has gone, let’s do as he said.”

“Indeed.”

Like him, Zhao Wuji who was also stationed in Liangzhou followed with, “General Chen must be using some clever strategy that requires the main force to meet him from behind. Any delay could be detrimental.”

“If that is the case, then let’s proceed accordingly.”

The Sixth Prince, Cao Huan, gestured, “Quickly issue the commands, instructing the soldiers of Hongze Camp to leave through the north gate and head straight for Huqiu Mountain, and they must reach the destination within a day.”

The fifteen thousand men of Hongze Camp were all cavalry, extremely precious.

Of course, the most precious of all was Chen Sansi.

If anything were to happen to him, the loss would be far greater than fifteen thousand men.

Previously in the Capital City’s restrictions.

Cao Huan relied on reports for news from the outside, also through sheets of paper, reading about “Four Crossings of Hongze River,” “Three Thousand Defeat One Hundred Thousand,” accomplishments that seemed almost fictitious.

At that time, he wondered.

What it must feel like for the commanders in charge of these battles, to have under them such a general who persistently delivers surprises.

Now…

Cao Huan understood.

This was not a surprise.

It was a scare!

It was utterly terrifying!

Because they had no idea what was going to happen next, it felt less like being in a military camp and more like being in a casino, where one keeps betting more and more like a gambler.

And Chen Sansi was the one rolling the dice.

Until he lifted the cover.

No one knew the outcome.

Once the decision was made.

Fang Qingyun pushed the wheelchair into the courtyard, looking up at the heavy snowfall, “It’s been many years since Liangzhou has seen such heavy snow.”

“A heavy snow promises a prosperous year.”

Cao Huan followed, draped in a black cloak, “Why is this snow so chilling?”

“Report—”

“Your Highness!”

“The Twelfth Prince is here!”

“The twelfth brother?”

At these words.

Cao Huan tightened his cloak and personally went out to greet him.

In the flurry of snow, the Twelfth Prince, Cao Zhi, approached on horseback, dismounted, smiled, and offered a salute, “Greetings to King Zhao.”

“Twelfth brother, since when do we need such formality between us?”

The Sixth Prince, Cao Huan, helped him up, “It’s good that you came. It’s also good having an assistant by my side. For you, being able to take part in such a great battle is somewhat of a tempering experience.”

“I thank Sixth Brother for granting this servant brother this opportunity for tempering,” Cao Zhi said.

Stretching his neck, Cao Zhi looked inside and asked, “Where is General Chen?”

“Gone,” replied Cao Huan.

“He took eight hundred scouts to annihilate the enemy,” Cao Huan said truthfully.

“Scouts, annihilate the enemy?”

Cao Zhi raised his head, “What are you talking about, Sixth Brother?”

“Oh, it’s like this.”

Cao Huan explained the situation.

“Let me go too, Sixth Brother,” Cao Zhi said. “I will head to Huqiu Mountain with the Hongze Camp from inside the city!”

“That’s fine,” Cao Huan instructed, “Be very careful in everything.”

“Don’t worry, Sixth Brother,” replied Cao Zhi.

No sooner had Cao Zhi dismounted, he hurriedly remounted and headed straight for the direction of the military camp.

…

The Luotian Mountain Range.

Two hundred-year-old men walked side by side.

“Zizhan,” Cao Kai began in a low voice, “are you truly handing over such a significant battle entirely to them?”

Sun Xiangzong walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back, occasionally lightly brushing aside plants in his path, ignoring the Emperor’s question.

“Heh, that’s fine,” Cao Kai murmured to himself, “the younger generation in the Northern Territory, each one is an outstanding talent, even without their predecessors paving the way for them, they will surely fight this battle well.”

Just at that moment,

a Hai Dongqing flew over.

“Speaking of the battle, the intelligence has arrived.”

Because he didn’t want others to know he was here,

Emperor Longqing used a normal Hai Dongqing. He slowly opened the intelligence report, and after reading it, couldn’t help but slightly raise his eyebrows, “Interesting, your closed-door disciple has led eight hundred scouts to raid the camp.”

“Speaking of which, why is the barbarians’ strategy this time so strange?

“They aren’t attacking Liangzhou but instead attacking You State, what do they intend to do?”

“That’s for you to answer,” Sun Xiangzong said coldly. “Will the gates of You State open wide in a few days, willingly letting the barbarians in?”

“Sun Xiangzong, don’t make baseless accusations,” Emperor Longqing denied, “You State is a vital place, how could I let the tiger into the sheepfold?”

“There’s nothing you can’t do; it depends on whether you want to or not,” Sun Xiangzong stopped, staring at the Twelve Layers Mountain in front of him—the core of the Luotian Mountain Range—and his voice grew heavier, “But I must remind you.”

“If the Slaughter Vein isn’t dealt with,

“let alone the common people’s lives being devastated, I fear your Cao Family’s empire might not be spared either.”

In front of them,

they could clearly see cultivators flying in the sky before descending into the deep mountains.

“Lately, I too have been looking through ancient texts,” said Emperor Longqing, narrowing his eyes, “After the revival of the Slaughter Vein, the Ancient Demon Clan of the Cultivation World will be free from the suppression of the Heavenly Dao, descending on the mortal world. Afterward, they will use Evil Qi to contaminate the Eastern Continent, transforming it into an environment suitable for their cultivation.”