A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Zhao Daxuan's face was calm as arrows streaked through the air, each carrying a glint of golden light, heading towards the cavalry several kilometers away.

This cavalry unit was merely equipped with ordinary gear and was no match for Zhao Daxuan's sharp arrows.

Five cavalrymen fell from their horses in the first volley of arrows.

A smile appeared on Zhao Daxuan's lips. As long as this team was stubborn, he was confident that he could wipe out half of the cavalry when they charged towards Li Erlong and the others.

However, the cavalry suddenly stopped charging and then changed direction, heading towards the Wangbei Village camp.

Among the cavalry, a Tartar leader, upon seeing several golden flashes in the sky and his companions fall to the ground, was immediately taken aback.

He recalled that before he set off, Möngke Khan had told him: "There is a sharpshooter in the Zhenbei City Guard who can kill enemies from several kilometers away. His special feature is that the arrows he shoots have a golden glint."

"If you encounter them, you must avoid their sharp edge immediately and never confront them head-on!"

"Those who run on two legs can't catch up with their warhorses that run on four legs. We must bypass them and only harass the weak points of Zhenbei City."

Möngke Khan's words echoed in his mind, so when he saw the golden arrow flash through the air, he ordered it to change direction.

However, they were still a step too late. When the first volley of arrows fell, five of their men were hit by arrows, fell from their horses, and died on the spot.

And just a breath later, a second wave of arrows descended, killing five more people.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and led his team out of the range of Zhao Daxuan's arrow rain, leaving only twenty or thirty corpses behind.

Although he lost dozens of his men, through probing, he roughly knew Zhao Daxuan's attack range, which was about three kilometers.

He turned and shouted at the other Tartars around him.

"Pass down the order: maintain a distance of at least three kilometers from that previous group!"

"Yes!" The people around the Tartar leader responded one after another, and then relayed his words to the others.

The cavalry then accelerated again, heading towards Zhao Daxuan and his group's destination, the Wangbei Village camp.

The Tartar leader couldn't help but curl a cruel smile into his lips, muttering, "Since you want to protect that camp, then I'll make you lose it! Hahahaha..."

Zhao Daxuan frowned as he watched the Tartar cavalry abruptly change direction and quickly escape his perception range.

Although he managed to leave behind twenty or thirty enemy soldiers, this was far from his original goal of killing off a significant portion of their forces.

What angered him even more was that the Tatar cavalry, which had broken out of his territory, were heading towards the Wangbei Village camp.

In the end, what you feared most came to pass.

Now his main fighting force has been divided into two: fifty men are behind him, while only the remaining fifty are at the Wangbei Village camp.

Although there are still two hundred new recruits, they were all recruited just yesterday and their combat effectiveness has not yet been fully developed.

Zhao Daxuan turned to Li Erlong beside him and said, "I'll go first, you guys continue on your way!"

Li Erlong knew that Zhao Daxuan's physical abilities far surpassed theirs, and that Zhao Daxuan had been accommodating their pace all the way, otherwise they could have reached their destination much faster.

He nodded, slightly out of breath, and said, "Sir, you go first, we'll catch up soon!"

Zhao Daxuan immediately pushed off with his feet, leaving a blurry afterimage on the flat ground, quickly distancing himself from Li Erlong and the others, and sped towards the Wangbei Village camp.

The Tartar cavalry galloped at full speed and arrived not far from the Wangbei Village camp in no time.

As the camp loomed ever larger before their eyes, and the unfinished ditch in front of it, the Tatar cavalryman sneered.

Such a rudimentary defense was utterly ineffective in stopping their attack.

The Tartar cavalrymen drew their scimitars from their saddles, brandishing them and yelling as they charged toward the Wangbei Village camp.

They planned to storm the camp using the most primitive attack methods, wreaking havoc. They believed that after just a few rounds of fighting, the camp would be torn apart.

At this moment, Li Shishi and her sister were standing behind the defensive line of Wangbei Village camp, next to the steam engine that had been transported from Zhenbei City the day before. The steam engine had already been started.

They stared intently at the hundreds of cavalrymen charging toward the Wangbei Village camp, each holding a handle in their hands.

There was a short section of barricades installed in the direction from which the Tartar cavalry were charging. Although the defensive line was short, it was better than nothing.

So they gripped the handles tightly, ready to activate the barricades in front of them at any moment.

A few dozen meters in front of the steam engine were fifty veteran sword and shield soldiers and one hundred new sword and shield soldiers under Zhao Daxuan's command.

The veterans stood in front, and the new recruits stood behind, arranged in the formation of the cascading waves.

The hundred new recruits were only wearing the most basic leather armor, which was a spoil of war that Zhao Daxuan had seized at the old site of Wangbei Village.

They were rushed to the battlefield before they had even had time to fully equip themselves.

However, with Zhao Daxuan's military token as an aid, the hundred new recruits, though not yet proficient, have already mastered many combat skills of sword and shield soldiers.

The main problem was that they hadn't overcome the psychological barrier yet; they watched as hundreds of cavalrymen charged towards them, shaking the ground.

Many new recruits couldn't help but swallow hard, wiping the sweat from their palms onto their trouser legs.

Soon, the Tatar cavalry charged to within a hundred meters of the camp, and they could already see the expressions on the faces of the swordsmen and shieldmen in front of them.

They did not see the panicked expressions they had expected on the faces of the people at the front of the line.

But the Tartars just sneered inwardly, believing that after one round of fighting, these people would be crying for their fathers and mothers!

It's getting closer, closer and closer.

As the Tartar cavalry passed by the pre-buried barricades, Li Shishi and her sister pulled down the handles in their hands.

Instantly, the underground barricades activated, launching them directly from the ground, their steel cables, covered in dense iron spikes, spinning rapidly.

The cavalrymen struck by the barricade's iron chains were cut in half at the waist, their bodies and horses scattered into pieces that flew in all directions.

In an instant, severed limbs flew everywhere, and scalding blood splattered all over the sky.

The sudden turn of events caught the charging cavalry off guard. Those who were unaffected caught a glimpse of the horrific scene before the barricades and gasped in horror.

What the hell is that thing?!

If it weren't for the fact that the offensive was already underway and the discipline they had cultivated over time, they would probably want to stop and retreat right now.

Even so, their indomitable spirit had weakened somewhat.

They had no choice but to grit their teeth and charge forward, hoping to regain some face from the swordsmen and shieldmen in front of them.

When the Tartar cavalry collided with the swordsmen and shieldmen on the camp's defensive line, the fifty veterans in the first rank leaned forward.

They pressed their shoulders firmly against the heavy shields that were planted diagonally in front of them, remaining as immovable as mountains.