My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Sixth Brother, do you still not understand?!"

Cao Zhi said, "Why did the former Crown Prince have to fight to the death at Ziwei Mountain? Could it really have been just for the throne?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Cao Huan hid the letter: "I believe it when you say the Yan family father and son are involved, but to say someone is pulling their strings behind the scenes, that I cannot accept."

"Fine."

Cao Zhi said, "Even so, should we continue to let the Yan family father and son cause chaos and exceed their bounds?"

"Absolutely not!"

Cao Huan made up his mind, "Twelfth Brother, continue gathering intelligence. When we have sufficient evidence, I will use all my power to topple the Yan family father and son!"

"It's just a pity...

"The one hundred and fifty thousand soldiers of Great Sheng Dynasty and that figure in the White Robe are going to die in vain at Jiazhou!"

...

Jiazhou.

Guan Du.

The last day when the food and fodder had run out.

"Supervisor!"

Tong Xiaochu rushed into the tent in a panic: "He's here, Liao Fang is finally here, but he refuses to come in, insisting that you greet him outside the city gates dressed in a black robe."

"What? He's serious?"

Wang Zhi was furious: "Ignore him; since he's come, he can't leave. Just capture him and torture him, and he'll spill everything."

"Enough."

Chen Sansi stopped him.

It wasn't anything significant after all.

He stood up, grabbed a black robe to throw over his shoulders, and strode out of the tent.

...

The city gate.

"Time is of the essence."

Wang Jun looked at the man reeking of alcohol before him, as annoying as Qu Yuanxiang: "I've already agreed to your terms, why still waste time here?"

"I said it! Chen himself must come out to meet me!"

Liao Fang, dressed in a brand-new White Robe, pointed to the soldiers on the city wall: "I want them to see who is the real White Robe! If Chen doesn't show up, or if he isn't wearing a black robe, don't expect to get any strategies to defeat the enemy from me!"

The flying sword by Wang Jun's side buzzed angrily.

Unexpectedly, Liao Fang was not afraid. With bloodshot eyes, he yelled, "You want to scare me with your broken sword? Come on, kill me, kill me so your hundred and fifty thousand men can die together at Guan Du, do it!"

Wang Jun gritted his teeth and closed his eyes, saying no more.

"Hum—"

Finally.

The city gates opened wide.

Rows of troops came out first, lining up into two columns outside the gate.

At last.

It was the Commander Chen Sansi, wearing a black robe over his White Robe, who walked briskly out of the city gate.

Seeing this.

Liao Fang seemed somewhat surprised.

He couldn't help feeling impressed in his heart.

No wonder Chen Sansi became famous in just a few years. He could endure even this humiliation; indeed, he was someone made for great things.

Atop the city walls.

The old brothers from Po Yang began cursing as they witnessed the scene.

Among them.

Zhu Tong said nothing and lifted his war hammer, intending to sneak down the city wall.

Luckily, in the nick of time, Zhao Kang noticed and held him back forcibly: "What are you trying to do?"

"What're you doing? I'll kill him!"

Zhu Tong erupted with energy.

Zhao Kang barely managed to restrain him.

In the blink of an eye, it had been four years since they left Po Yang.

Four years, enough time for a person to grow and transform completely.

Especially since two years ago, when Chen Sansi began to crazily feed them Spiritual Grain Medicine Ointment and various treasure medicines, even the most hopeless realms continued to climb.

Zhu Tong and Wang Li had both reached the Meridian Passage Realm.

"You stop that!"

Zhao Kang, along with Feng Yong, pressed down on his head, "You fool, we're relying on this man for intelligence right now. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later!"

It wasn't easy, but they finally managed to hold him down.

Outside the city gates.

Chen Sansi was the first to speak, "Mr. Liao in White Robe, I regret not being able to welcome you from afar due to military duties. Please forgive me."

"Heh, no worries at all."

Liao Fang, with his hands clasped behind his back, lifted his chin and said, "We, who command armies, surely wouldn't care about such a trifle."

"The banquet is ready."

Chen Sansi gestured, "Mr. Liao, please follow me to the feast."

He personally led Liao Fang into the city, to a residence that served as the Central Army Tent.

The dishes were prepared from cattle acquired by slaughtering local garrison animals.

Liao Fang was quite satisfied with the reception.

He only drank a cup of wine and didn't touch the dishes, saying pensively, "Brother Sanshi, it must not have been easy to prepare such a feast, right?"

"Indeed,"

Chen Sansi candidly said, "There's not much grain left in the city."

"Not just not much."

Liao Fang stated confidently, "According to my calculations, you must have already run out! At most, you'll be out of food the day after tomorrow!"

"Brother Liao truly has divine calculations."

Chen Sansi went along with him.

"You..."

Liao Fang raised his eyebrow, "Do you have a strategy to defeat the enemy?"

"Mr. Liao must have a good plan."

Chen Sansi said, "Please share it with me."

Outside.

Zhao Kang felt somewhat nauseous listening to the conversation.

Their lord had long known that the key issue was finding the enemy's city stockpiling grain, yet he still had to butter up this scoundrel with his words.

"Hehe~ It seems the illustrious Supervisor Chen also has moments of oversight, huh."

Liao Fang spoke proudly, "Let me tell you, not only is Dasheng short on grain, Da Qi's provisions are also dwindling. Just burn their stores, and a 300,000-strong army can be crushed in a snap!"

"I'll ask you again, do you know where Han Xiang has stockpiled the grain?"

"You don't know?"

"Let me tell you then."

"Slap—"

His right hand fell heavily on the map, "Wu City!"

"Not long ago,"

"Da Qi just forcibly levied a batch of grain. To facilitate transportation and mobilization, they stockpiled it all in Wu City. Just take down Wu City, and that fellow Han Xiang will crumble like a toppled mountain."

"So it is."

Chen Sansi nodded his head.

Just as he predicted.

Wu City was the perfect place for stockpiling grain.