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

Fifty veterans neutralized the overwhelming force of the attack.

Immediately afterwards, the second rank of new recruits slammed their shields down, smashing them onto the warhorses or cavalry of the first wave of charging Tatar cavalry.

However, the Han Chinese from the north were physically weak and lacked strength. This strike did not achieve much, only knocking off about a dozen Tatar cavalrymen who were already unsteady on their feet.

Then the second row of swordsmen and shieldmen stepped up, and the third row of swordsmen and shieldmen seized the opportunity to thrust out their long, heavy horse-slaying swords.

"Pfft... Pfft..."

The sound of a long sword piercing flesh rang out, and the dozen or so Tatar cavalrymen who had fallen from their horses were all pierced through by the long swords. Their eyes widened, and they lay down in despair.

In addition, more than ten warhorses were wounded, and the rest turned their horses around in time to move away from the formation of sword and shield soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, just as the swordsmen and shieldmen at the top of the second rank had settled in, a second wave of nearly a hundred Tatar cavalrymen charged forward fiercely.

Despite the second rank of swordsmen and shieldmen putting up a fierce fight, the Tatar cavalry managed to breach several weak points.

"Oops!"

The moment their formation was broken, the recruits' faces changed drastically, and their hearts sank.

Upon seeing this, the veteran who had just retreated turned pale, and one of them roared angrily.

"Brothers, let's push this up!"

Subsequently, the veterans automatically split into several groups, carrying heavy shields and pushing towards the nearest gaps.

"boom!"

A dozen veterans crashed heavily into the warhorses that had just lost their momentum. Unlike the weak new recruits, they were thrown off balance by the force of the impact.

Then some people automatically sealed the gap, while others raised their heavy shields and plunged the tips of the shields into the bodies of the fallen Tartars.

Blood splattered, covering the new and old swordsmen near the breach. One veteran wiped the blood from his face and grinned menacingly.

A dark-skinned young veteran pulled a new recruit who had just been knocked to the ground to his feet and shouted, "How are you? Can you still do it?"

The recruit gritted his teeth, and despite his pale face and aches all over his body, he nodded heavily.

The young veteran grinned, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Let's keep going, fucking it out!"

The recruits, who had just gotten up from the ground, had a resolute look on their faces. After letting out a roar, they carried their heavy shields and charged forward again.

The young veteran also smiled, carrying a heavy shield, and followed closely behind the new recruit, ready to help him when he was exhausted.

Next, under several waves of attacks from the Tatar cavalry, although each attack could break through several gaps, the gaps were quickly resealed.

Not only did they fail to achieve significant results, but their own cavalry suffered losses of more than a dozen men with each charge.

Upon seeing this, the Tartar leader in the cavalry frowned deeply. After several rounds of shooting by Zhao Daxuan and the barricades in front of the camp, plus these several charges, they had already lost more than a hundred men.

Seeing that they had not yet achieved any results, just as the Tartar leader was hesitating about whether to retreat, several arrows with golden light suddenly fell from the sky behind them.

"Pfft pfft..."

Five cavalrymen, who had not yet charged to the front of the swordsmen and shieldmen, were shot in the back, the arrows piercing their bodies.

Instantly, the five men felt all their strength drain away, and they could no longer sit firmly on the horse's back, collapsing with a thud.

The Tatar cavalry leader's expression changed instantly. Without hesitation, he pulled on the reins and charged north.

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

The Tartar leader spurred his horse forward, shouting a couple of times before pulling out a bone whistle from his chest and blowing it sharply.

The piercing sound of bone whistles instantly echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

The Tatar cavalry, still engaged in fierce fighting, paused briefly, then launched a few more attacks on the swordsmen and shieldmen before turning their horses around and heading west together.

Seeing the Tartar cavalry retreating in unison, the swordsmen and shieldmen who remained behind did not give chase.

"Don't lie down, or the Tartars might launch a surprise attack!" a veteran shouted.

After several rounds of attacks, the recruits had lost all their strength, but they still gripped the heavy shields tightly, using them to support their bodies.

If the veterans hadn't objected, they would have all wanted to lie down on the ground and rest for a while.

A new recruit, supporting himself with a heavy shield, stared intently at the retreating Tatar cavalry, gritting his teeth as he asked the veteran beside him.

"Brother, are we just going to let them get away like this?"

"Hehe, don't worry, even if they manage to escape, they'll be in serious trouble!" the veteran chuckled.

"Oh? What do you mean?"

"I heard before the war that the Hundred Riders who joined the Xuanjia Cavalry seem to be planning something. You'll see when you watch the show."

"Of course, even if those cavalrymen don't make a move, Lord Zhao's imminent arrival will still leave them with many heads!"

The veteran spoke with a face full of confidence.

The new recruit had not yet witnessed Zhao Daxuan's power firsthand, so his expression was one of doubt, and he did not think that a mere individual could take down three or four hundred cavalrymen.

The veteran noticed the doubt on the recruits' faces, but he just chuckled and didn't explain further. He told them they would understand after experiencing a few more battles.

Just as the Tartar cavalry withdrew from the camp, a cavalry unit of about a hundred men suddenly emerged from behind the camp.

It was the Xuanjia Cavalry, composed of Uncle Li and A Liang, who were waiting in the rear of the camp, ready to seize this opportunity to strike a fatal blow to a defeated enemy.

Li Shuchong led the way, with A Liang following closely behind.

Everyone rode the most agile horses in the camp, each holding a bow and arrow, spoils of war that Zhao Daxuan had obtained at the old site of Wangbei Village, and carrying a quiver of arrows on their backs.

The Tatar cavalry leader noticed the hundred-man cavalry unit that had emerged from the camp, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

If he hadn't wanted to stay put and become Zhao Daxuan's sitting duck, he and his nearly four hundred men could have killed them all with a single counterattack.

As this group of Tatar cavalry retreated from the Wangbei Village camp, they were struck by several volleys of arrows from Zhao Daxuan, leaving behind twenty or thirty corpses.

Therefore, the Tatar cavalry leader did not pay much attention to the Xuanjia Cavalry, and only wanted to run far away, and if they dared to follow, he would deal with them.

After the Xuanjia cavalry, a hundred strong, rushed out of the camp, they closely followed the rear of the Tatar cavalry.

Thanks to the stamina of their warhorses, they closed the distance between them at a visible speed.

After approaching two hundred paces, he began to draw his bow and nock his arrows, and then hundreds of arrows were fired at once, falling like a rain of arrows onto the Tatar cavalry in front of him.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Although the Xuanjia Cavalry 100-man squad had not formally practiced archery, they already knew archery techniques such as how to draw a bow and nock an arrow.

Therefore, this cavalry archery was quite impressive. Although the arrows were shot crookedly and no results were achieved, the momentum of the attack terrified the Tatar cavalry.

"Hahaha, you bunch of two-legged sheep think you can shoot us? Dream on!"

A Tartar cavalryman was terrified when an arrow grazed his face, turning pale with fright.

He felt a surge of anger and shock rise in his heart, and couldn't help but turn around and mock the Xuanjia Cavalry behind him.