Soy milk, fried dough sticks, hot dry noodles

Chen Sansi traveled back to the chaotic end of a dynasty, thankfully with the hardworking system by his side.
He originally wanted to hunt to earn money and someday go to the Martial Arts Hall to learn some basic fist and foot techniques, aspiring just to be an ordinary rich man.
Yet, fate had other plans. With officials imposing heavy taxes and the Martial Arts Hall bullying the citizens, he had no choice but to enlist in the army to survive, becoming an archer.
From "archery (entry-level)," he worked tirelessly up to "operating a ten thousand weight bow, where arrows cannot be dodged," taking the heads of enemy generals from a hundred miles away!
From "basic soldier's spear technique," he worked tirelessly up to "National Guardian Dragon Spear, growing more valiant with each battle," standing firm with a spear on horseback, alone turning back the Enemy Army of a million!
Years later, Chen Sansi, having campaigned in the south and battled in the north, was truly invincible under the heavens, commanding two hundred thousand of the Iron Cavalry.
Watching his subordinates forcibly ascend him to the throne and become emperor, he felt quite helpless: 'You... you have really caused me trouble!'


My Cultivation Starting from Archery

"Lord Li, you, you are just afraid that once Dasheng's troops enter the city, they will remove your official position and you won't be able to keep your seat as County Magistrate!"


Wang Feng hit the nail on the head, "Why should we risk our lives for you? Bring someone, tie him up!"


Facing the threat to their lives, no one cared whether he was the County Magistrate or not. In a surge, the crowd tied him up tightly.


Wang Feng stretched his neck, his voice somewhat trembling, "You must not deceive us. We don't need the food, just promise not to massacre the city once you enter, and we will open the city gates!"


Even after the opponent had entered the city.


They would tolerate minor scales of arson, killing, and looting, which would still be better than a massacre.


Chapter 157: Thousands of Armies Avoid the White Robe_2