My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"This spear technique actually has the effect of intimidating the enemy!"

Chen Sansi noticed that the enemy general was clearly frightened and confused before he died.

Who would have thought that Sun Dushi's self-created spear technique would have such an effect?

What level could be above a Martial Saint?

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall the record of Grand Ancestor Cao Xie breaking through two thousand three hundred armored soldiers.

What realm was Cao Xie in?

What level of troops were those two thousand three hundred?

Were they guerrilla fighters or were they surrounded?

If it were Sun Dushi, how many could he have killed?

Now was not the time to think about these things.

After rushing up a few miles, Chen Sansi pulled his horse to a stop, waiting for the enemy to catch up before he fiercely drew his bow and released arrows, instantly shooting one after another, and in a short time, he had shot dead more than a dozen cavalrymen.

The barbarian cavalry was extremely frustrated.

They couldn't catch up, nor could they escape!

In the end, they didn't dare advance even half a step and simply formed an arrow formation on the spot, while sending others to secretly detour around, planning to encircle him from the flank.

Chen Sansi, with his "Insight Shocking," left on Qian Xun two hundred paces before the sound of the enemy's horses' hooves reached him, leaving only two arrows behind for the enemy.

Three thousand cavalrymen, there was no way there was only one Refining Level general.

And even though he was enduring, he couldn't face so many people without his Qi-Blood depleting, but indeed, he didn't know what his own limit was.

This kind of life-risking thing, naturally, no one would willingly want to test.

One man, one horse, blocking three thousand cavalry.

Until dawn broke, it was still the same.

So much so that the speed of the cavalry's advance slowed to such a degree that even tens of thousands of civilians could outpace them.

Chen Sansi did not dare be too arrogant.

After holding them back for a while, he would spur his horse forward to rush back to his troops, keeping an eye on the situation ahead, especially the movements from the southwest direction of Hengkang Prefecture.

This time, there were Hua Jin masters.

Xue Yuping had said so, and he hadn't forgotten.

Through interrogating the captured barbarian cavalry, he analyzed that it was highly likely they had gone to Hengkang Prefecture and could turn around at any moment to pursue and kill them. That was the real trouble.

His guerrilla tactics were only viable as long as there were not many high realm martial artists on the other side, and none who could overwhelm him. Once there were those above Hua Jin, the situation would become a life-and-death matter.

Just in case, he had prepared torches attached to his horse for igniting fires.

It was best not to have to use them.

...

"Where did this fast horse come from? It must be an Exotic Beast disguised as a horse!"

Of course, the three thousand cavalry didn't just have one Refining Organ General.

The vanguard, the center, and the rear each had one Refining Organ General.

The generals of the center and rear were drawn to the front: "What shall we do? Are we three thousand men to be stopped in our tracks by a single man?"

"No need to hurry,"

another general said, "The message has already been rapidly sent to Hengkang Prefecture. Witch God Sect Master Amugu has probably already dispatched troops to encircle them. The Sheng people are too slow, once they pass the mountain ridge ahead, they'll be trapped, with no escape. By then, it will be an encirclement from front and rear, and not a single soldier or civilian will get away!

"So, we just need to keep following slowly from behind. Don't make stupid mistakes like Wu Mu'er."

...

"What has Mr. Chen been doing these past few days??"

"Yeah, he's been appearing and disappearing like a ghost."

Zhao Kang, Feng Yong, and a few others discussed: "Even weirder, according to the speed the barbarian cavalry should have caught up by now, so why haven't they appeared yet?"

"Could it be that he alone has stopped the three thousand cavalry?!"

As this thought crossed their minds, they exchanged glances, almost simultaneously gasping in shock.

This sounded like an impossible thing.

But apart from that, there was no way to explain why the pursuers hadn't caught up yet.

Scary!

Recalling the battle of Po Yang, who knows what was happening behind them.

Unknowingly, this youngest military officer of the Households had already become their commander. Even though he hadn't officially been promoted, they were more than willing to follow his lead.

In a way, their lives to this point had been given to them by Chen Sansi, otherwise they would have died long ago.

"Damn, lucky I never offended Mr. Chen before," Zhao Kang felt a chill.

"You few are dead men!"

Feng Yong pointed at Liu Jinkui and the others, recalling: "If I remember correctly, when recruiting back then, didn't you take some benefits from the Tianyuan Martial Arts Hall and refuse to teach them the Breathing Skill?"

"Right, it was you guys!"

Zhao Kang said gleefully: "Just wait for the reckoning come autumn."

"That matter wasn't targeted at him alone; it was a rule left by the previous Li Qianhu, a tradition for decades. Previously, anyone who dared to teach privately without taking money would be punished by Li Qianhu!"

Liu Jinkui was panicked.

"That's right, if anyone is going to die, it should be Wang Zhi!"

Xiong Qiuan cursed: "We just didn't teach, that fat guy took eight taels of silver and still didn't teach, and later when he saw someone had talent, he came sniffing around like a dog. What a disgrace, deserving of death!"

"Go to hell! What are you cursing for?!"

Just as they were talking, Wang Zhi returned with a team of scouts: "Who's looking to kill me?"

"Mr. Chen wants to kill you."

A few said nearly in unison.

"I'm the dog! A mangy dog, how about that?"

With incredibly thick skin, Wang Zhi said: "Whether I'm killed or not is not for you lot to decide. My life is entrusted to him!"

"Damn it. Vice Thousand Households, somebody called you General Tang. You wouldn't happen to be someone resurrected from the dead from the year 57 of Longqing, would you?!"

"What realm must the Xuanwu Camp Commander be in?"

"A Main General, who commands over ten thousand, at the very least has to be in the Meridian Passage. As for the elites from the Eight Camps, eight or nine out of ten are above Meridian Passage, below Martial Saint."

"Is that not the Profound Image Realm?"

"What's the use, isn't he still practicing bone training just like us?"

"Roll, roll, roll, you know jack shit."

Wang Zhi fell silent.

His organs were damaged, his meridians destroyed; if these could be healed, he wouldn't need many years to return to his peak.

Unfortunately, only immortals could heal such wounds!

"Mr. Chen has returned."

A group of riders reined in their horses, waiting for the white horse approaching rapidly.

"Whoa—"

"What's the situation now?"

Chen Sansi asked as soon as he opened his mouth.

Every day, he would send out several groups of spies to collect intelligence from all directions, ensuring that they could respond in time in case of any emergencies. Commanding tens of thousands of people was truly not an easy task.

Zhao Kang and others had gathered here to report the situation.

"I've found Du Rong's corpse. Hengkang Prefecture has already freed up nearly twenty thousand men to encircle us from the shorter route up ahead."

Wang Zhi's expression turned solemn, "It seems they don't plan to let a single one of us escape!"

"The map!"

Chen Sansi looked at the map and quickly made a decision, "There's a gorge here where we can make our last stand. Delay them for another two days. After two days, only heaven will know. Any of you want to leave early?"

"Mr. Chen."

"What's the point of saying these things now? Not just the others, we're willing to stick with you until the end."

"Yes, our families, our women and children, are up ahead."

"Isn't joining the army and practicing martial arts all for the sake of our own families?"

"..."

"Good!"

Chen Sansi began to issue commands, "Wang Zhi, you take four hundred men and encounter the troops from Hengkang Prefecture. You are only allowed to feign defeat and must not slay the enemy; lead them to this gorge.

"Feng Yong, Zhao Kang, you must hurry to the gorge with the fastest speed. Once the enemy in large numbers follows, first release arrows and then roll down the rocks and logs. Finally, set fire to the mountain. Don't engage in close combat. After doing all this, get out of there."

His plans were entirely reliant on geographical advantages; small tricks. After another eighty li ahead, there would be no more natural defenses to rely on, no more mountains to burn, and they would enter a flat wasteland that stretched for a thousand li.

At that time, there would be no stopping the iron hooves of the barbarian cavalry.

All he could do now was do his humanly best and leave the rest to fate.

"Your humble servant obeys the command!"

"Obeying the command!"

"..."

One by one, the men dispatched their troops and left.

Chen Sansi then returned to his previous position, shooting and killing twenty-some pursuing riders who were behind them. Only after preventing them from daring to move forward for a short time could he afford to rush toward the gorge to lend support.

...

"It's an ambush, retreat quickly!"

"..."

When the barbarian bandits chased into a gorge, a sudden shout from above shook the sky, and arrows fell like rain. Then, rocks and logs came tumbling down from a height of over a dozen zhang, as if the mountains were collapsing and the earth was splitting, with no place to hide.

The lower-realm barbarian cavalry were instantly smashed into pulp, and their sturdy steeds also suffered, creating an incessant stream of screams and howls.

"A bunch of trash!"

Master Amugu of the Witch God Sect, finally arriving, looked at the scene unfolding before him with an extremely ugly expression.

So many elite cavalry, chasing a remnant of Sheng people carrying civilians, had taken so long yet still hadn't caught up, not to mention the heavy losses they'd incurred. What was most outrageous was the report from the three thousand cavalry at the rear.

Their three thousand men had been scared off by a single Refining Organ Little General and didn't dare to pursue!

This was a humiliation of epic proportions!

"You are all Akina, Sai Sihei!"

"With such terrain, even a fool could see the ambush. Why did you still chase here!"

"Now scram, pursue them via the main road!"

While giving orders, Master Amugu himself led twenty-some Witch God Sect Followers, riding the best warhorses, and charged into the gorge, fearlessly facing the rain of arrows and falling rocks as he opened the way ahead.

"Boom!"

With a palm raised, the rocks above him didn't even hit him, exploding into countless small stones before they could reach within an inch of him.

"Meridian Passage..."

At the end of the gorge, Wang Zhi saw everything clearly and shouted, "Retreat, quickly retreat!"

Alas, it was already too late.

With Meridian Passage opening the path, the twenty-some Witch God Sect Followers on horseback quickly advanced.

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Master Amugu, holding a specially made Vajra Pestle, found that no one could match him in a fight; they all fell to the pestle piercing their hearts, with the mechanism inside storing the warm blood that gushed out.

In a few breaths' time, seven or eight men had fallen off their horses.

"Meridian Passage..."

Feng Yong, Zhao Kang, and their companions were all hereditary military households born and raised in Po Yang County. They had never left the area, and the highest realm martial artist they had ever seen was at the Refining Level. When faced with someone akin to a legendary Meridian Passage, they had no idea what to do for the moment.

"Run, hurry up and run!"

Wang Zhi roared as he rushed forward.

Master Amugu looked on with contempt and with a single swing of his pestle was about to strike; to his slight surprise, the opponent managed to block the attack with saber technique that far exceeded his own level, but that was all.

The terrible force surged forward, and Wang Zhi's hands were immediately shaken and his Mo Blade was sent flying.

Master Amugu didn't give him a chance to catch his breath. His left hand followed instantly, striking the chest. The other man raised his arms to block, but it was futile. He spat out a mist of blood, flew backward several zhang, and crashed to the ground, passing out immediately.

"Whiz—"

Just as Master Amugu was about to take the man's life, he noticed movement from the flank.

He reached out and caught a willow-leaf arrow accurately, crushing it easily. Looking intently, he saw not far away a young General riding a white horse, wielding a big bow.

"Is it you?"

The young Sheng person who held back three thousand cavalry surely had to be this individual.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

"Good, that saves me the trouble of having to find you myself."