My Cultivation Starting from Archery

Upon hearing Shangguan Haichang's words, the officials finally reacted, realizing that the cunning plan concerning Ziwu Valley was not that easy to succeed; at the very least, it required fifty thousand troops to attempt.

A mere three thousand light cavalry was far from sufficient!

This time,

Is different from entering the Great Desert alone.

The barbarian tribes live in tents, while outside Ziwu Valley, there are cities as solid as gold and stone, and many advanced cultivators.

If Chen Sansi gets "stuck" there, unable to advance or retreat.

The Chibi Army and Youlan Capital City would first face major crises, potentially toppling at any time!

This is the advantage of having a large army.

Chang'an doesn't fear such surprise attacks at all!

"..."

Fu Kejin, the Minister of Personnel, said: "Everyone need not be so anxious. Even if Ziwu Valley fails, wouldn't the Beiliang King still be able to burn the Fuyu Prefecture's supplies?"

"Burning them is useless!"

Ming Qingfeng, Minister of War, stood forward and said: "The court must have other contingency measures, such as provisions from places like Mangshan Prefecture. Even if not much can be mobilized, it's enough to sustain the battle at Chibi.

In other words.

Victory at Chibi is certain.

Defeat is certain!

Once control over Luoxiao River is entirely lost, Youlan Prefecture no longer remains safe, soon to face the court's troop mobilization for a siege!

The new dynasty barely established, now faces the danger of being overthrown!

"Your Majesty!"

Shangguan Haichang said: "The capital city is no longer a place to stay!"

"Indeed, Your Majesty!"

"If Chibi is defeated, it's tantamount to placing the capital before the enemy army; our only path for survival is retreating into Beiliang territory!"

"..."

This time.

General Chen really should not have rushed for victory!

"..."

Even the officials from family clans fervently don't wish for the Beiliang Army to be defeated.

Unfortunately...

The Beiliang Army does not excel at naval warfare!

"Never mind!"

"Let General Chen break through himself if he can!"

"As long as the Beiliang King is alive, once we return to Beiliang, we can quickly stabilize the situation. Perhaps, in the future, we might rise again."

"But these delays can't go on, possibly Zhou Rong has already divided his forces heading towards us, we must quickly leave the capital city!"

The new dynasty's nearly all high-realm fighting ability is concentrated at Chibi, should the enemy land ashore, they will be unstoppable like a tide.

"Your Majesty, decree to migrate north!"

"Issue the decree!"

"Regardless of the Beiliang King's battle outcome, we retreat first, which is always the safest choice!"

"..."

"Migrate north!"

The orthodox Emperor Cao Huan waved his hand.

And so.

Not long ago the capital city "Youlan Prefecture" became empty within several days.

The orthodox Emperor Cao Huan, escorted by twenty thousand elite soldiers, prepared to bypass Luoxiao River heading north, directly toward Yunzhou, to seek refuge in Beiliang territory and then hold the natural barriers again.

...

Fuyu Prefecture.

Night.

Cold wind.

Ancient road.

Hoofbeats.

Led by Chen Sansi, three thousand light cavalry, taking advantage of the situation at the Chibi battle, landed with thunderous force and headed south, capturing three cities within ten days.

Under the bright moon.

A massive city appeared before them.

Fuyu Prefecture!

This place.

Is where the court's forty thousand troops store their provisions.

And due to the court's excessive tension, placing all top-tier combat power on the river to guard against the White Robe, there was ample cavalry on land but insufficient battle strength.

In front of Chen Sansi, it was almost as fragile as paper.

As their iron hooves drew closer to the city, the sentries on the wall finally noticed the movement.

Instantly.

The piercing horns shredded the silence of the night, blazing fire covered the moonlight's radiance.

"Enemy attack!"

"There is an enemy attack!"

"..."

The Hongze Camp!

"Charge!!!"

Among the three thousand Iron Cavalry, a White Horse led the charge, its body glowing with green mysterious spirit light, accelerating continuously, seemingly almost flying at low altitude!

Until a thousand steps from the city, the White Horse transformed into a stream of light and disappeared, a figure in a White Robe rode a flying artifact arriving above the towering city wall within two breaths.

The defense general of Fuyu Prefecture, Liang Liping, originally resting, upon hearing a stir, hastily climbed the wall, but upon seeing the White Robe in the sky, his heart skipped a beat.

"Brothers!"

He shouted loudly: "Lay down your arms!!"

"..."

The deputy general beside him with a raised hand holding a knife froze, thinking he misheard: "General, what did you say?"

"Surrender!"

Liang Liping's loud voice echoed through the city: "Open the gates quickly!"

"General! Why surrender without a fight?!"

The deputy general angrily stated: "The court's forty thousand troops have supplies here!

"Brothers, hold tightly to defend..."

"Slash—"

Before he finished.

Liang Liping stabbed him with a knife, then beheaded him, raising his head and kneeling: "Welcome Beiliang King!"

Chen Sansi gradually descended from the air: "Take me to the granary."

"Boom—"

Within Fuyu Prefecture, the firelight soared high!

The supplies for the court's forty thousand troops, within one night turned to ashes!

"What a damn shame."

Wang Zhi clicked his tongue: "This is so much grain."

Yet they had no choice but to act this way, as there were too few among them to transport the supplies, and even dispersing them among the people would only lead to them being re-gathered.

"Fuyu Prefecture is captured."

Wang Zhi put down his knife and took out a slightly crumpled map: "What's next? I think continuing to Ziwu Valley might be too late, why not return to Chibi first? Burning this much grain should be enough to disturb those bastards!"

"Indeed, Commander."

Xiong Qiuan said: "Chibi is currently unguarded, fearing it won't hold much longer, I heard over at Youlan Prefecture, King Jin is so scared he's wet his pants, leading twenty thousand elite soldiers northward."