My Cultivation Starting from Archery

In Bilege's eyes, a trace of admiration flashed, but it was quickly replaced by disdain.

"Car Suspension Formation!"

"Charge——"

After Wang Zhi left.

Zhao Kang became the only Bone Forger. He stood in the forefront, holding the He Miao Long Sword, and roared loudly, "Charge!"

Under the incredulous gazes of five thousand cavalry, a mere three hundred enemy cavalry charged without any hesitation. Although their equipment was simple, the cavalry formation they displayed was well-organized.

As they rushed, they resembled a giant wheel, equipped with sharp blades.

"Bilege, let me handle this!" Stay connected through empire

Another Refining Organ General from the barbarian tribes stepped forward, also leading his Iron Cavalry to open up in formation, presenting a "人" shaped charge, numbering around three hundred as well.

This was the reason they were forced to take the small path.

Encountering on a narrow road, negates the advantage in numbers.

The barbarian Refining Organ General took the lead, holding a meteor hammer, ready to smash the Sheng man who was shouting "Charge!" However, just as the two armies were about to clash, Zhao Kang suddenly pulled his horse to a halt, and from behind him charged a white horse, a long spear carrying a terrifying momentum. It arrived in front of them almost in an instant.

After the initial shock, the barbarian general immediately swung his meteor hammer. He truly felt he could block the attack, but the next moment, he felt a chill in his heart as a hole was pierced through him.

The Main General is dead.

The barbarian cavalry were panic-stricken. In disarray, they retreated, with over thirty of them slain in succession. Fortunately, the main army was right behind them, preventing a total collapse. They quickly regrouped and rearranged their formation.

"White Horse Refining Organ, a spear kills the general? Isn't this the one Master Amugu went to chase? He has come back alive?!"

Bilege's pupils trembled, he couldn't help but ask, "Where is Master Amugu?!"

"Killed by Sun Dushi!"

Chen Sansi's voice boomed, "Sun Dushi will lead the Youzhou Army here within an hour. If you do not surrender now, you have but one path left—the path of death!"

"Sun Xiangzong, Youzhou Army?!"

Bilege forcefully calmed himself, "You spout nonsense! How could You State send troops here!"

"Because you've already been defeated in the Northwest Three States!"

Chen Sansi spoke each word distinctly, "Otherwise, why do you think we'd dare block your way with just this few men?"

"Defeated?"

Bilege, looking at the opposing side's confident demeanor, felt an unsettling suspicion in his heart.

Theoretically, the likelihood of Sun Xiangzong appearing here was minimal.

But it couldn't be ruled out that the Northwest Three States might have withdrawn their troops earlier. After all, every transmission of news has its delay, and everyone receives information that is, at best, days old.

Perhaps Sun noticed signs of a Blood Sacrifice and specifically came to check.

After all, if not for the presence of someone above the level of Meridian Passage, how could Amugu still be missing?!

"Sun Xiangzong..."

"He has come to Yunzhou?"

"Why has he come here?"

"..."

Upon hearing this name, the barbarian troops immediately exploded into panic, each one becoming restless and distressed.

The supreme strategy of warfare is to attack the enemy's plans and heart.

Just like what happened previously in Po Yang, half-true, half-false news most effectively terrifies the enemy.

Chen Sansi knew that mere words wouldn't deter them for long at this moment, but even delaying for a minute was beneficial.

He didn't lead everyone here merely to face death.

Mainly, it was to buy time.

Once enough time had passed, they would look for a way to break out.

"What are you panicking for?!"

Still rational, Bilege rebuked loudly, "Whatever he says, you just believe? If it were really so, would they need to send these defeated remnants to die?"

"Exactly!"

The other Refining Organ Generals concurred, "Bluffing at the last gasp!"

"All men, heed my command!"

"Take not a step back, rotate and charge continuously, whoever kills the White Horse General will be rewarded with ten thousand cattle and sheep, and a hundred slaves."

"Charge for me——"

On a narrow road, no other strategies were left.

"Car Suspension Formation, charge!"

Chen Sansi raised his Lu Ye Long Spear. Paying attention to several generals in the opposing crowd, he suddenly realized that perhaps there was still a way out.

Simple.

He just needed to kill all the enemy generals, right?

...

Hongze River.

Thousands of civilians finally reached their destination.

In front of them was a magnificent, turbid river. Looking across, the mountains on the other side appeared like rows of green eyebrows, beneath which lay a small town—Huanwen County.

To reach Huanwen County, they had to cross a river three hundred yards wide.

Fortunately, at the riverbank crossing, boats had been prepared in advance, along with civilians to manage the ferrying.

The people from Po Yang lined up and began to board the boats one after the other.

"How come we don't see Mr. Chen and the others?"

"..."

Soon, something seemed amiss.

The Po Yang soldiers who had escorted them this far were nowhere to be seen up to now.

"Cross the river, cross the river!"

Xu Wencai finally learned to ride a horse. Holding a feather fan, he shouted desperately, "Why aren't you hurrying to cross the river? Wait until you are almost halfway across, then Mr. Chen and the others can retreat!"

"What?"

"We get halfway across, and only then can Mr. Chen leave, why?"

"..."

"What else could it be?"

Xu Wencai was so anxious his face and neck turned red, "Behind you, there are twenty thousand barbarian marauders. Mr. Chen went to counterattack with a thousand men just to buy you time!"

"Twenty thousand men?"

"Isn't that almost as many as our entire county?"

"..."

Only at that moment did they realize, recalling their husbands or sons who had suddenly made a special trip home not long ago. The words they spoke might well have been their last.