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

Uncle Li watched as a Tartar soldier behind the cavalry turned and shouted something at them, his face full of mockery.

It's easy to guess that they were being mocked; the previous volley of arrows hadn't worked.

Uncle Li didn't care. A slight sneer appeared on his lips as he turned his head slightly and called out to the person behind him.

"Keep firing, this time aim carefully!"

Everyone gripped their horses' bellies tightly with their feet to stabilize their stance, tensed their upper bodies, and steadily drew back their longbows. After aiming, they fired again at the cavalry in front of them.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Another volley of arrows rained down, but this time, unlike before when there were no results, more than ten arrows struck either the warhorses or the cavalrymen on horseback.

The warhorse that had been shot neighed in pain and its speed noticeably decreased.

The Tartar leader's face darkened, his cheeks tightened, but he still did not issue any new orders.

Uncle Li and the others looked at the Tartar cavalry ahead, but just kept their heads down and ran away. Even when they were shot, they did not react at all.

The Xuanjia cavalrymen were secretly delighted. Such live targets were hard to find; shooting wooden targets was nothing compared to shooting Tartars.

After regaining their footing, the hundred-man Xuanjia cavalry charged into action and fired arrows again.

Wave after wave of arrows rained down on the Tatar cavalry from behind.

Each volley of arrows hit some warhorses or Tartars, and gradually, the hit warhorses, as their speed decreased, broke away from the Tartar cavalry.

The Tatar cavalrymen who had broken away from the ranks looked anxious but helpless.

Another volley of arrows rained down from behind, this time covering the dozens of Tatar cavalrymen who were lagging behind.

"Ah!" A scream rang out as most of the dozens of Tatar cavalrymen were hit by arrows and fell from their horses. Only a small number survived by sheer luck, but they were also deathly pale.

One of the Tartar cavalrymen who survived by sheer luck glanced at his fallen comrades around him, gritted his teeth, turned his horse around and headed southwest, no longer following the main force ahead.

Uncle Li glanced at the few Tatar cavalrymen who had strayed from the main force, pursed his lips, and muttered something under his breath.

"You guys are smart."

Uncle Li and the others stopped wasting arrows on the few scattered Tatar cavalrymen and instead aimed at the main force ahead.

However, before they could even aim and fire their arrows, the Tatar cavalry in front of them, at a specific frequency of bone whistles, reined in their horses, turned them around, and charged towards them.

The Tartar leader gritted his teeth, his face contorted with rage.

The previous volley of arrows had killed over thirty of them, and it had been quite some time since Zhao Daxuan had fired any arrows at them.

So the Tartar leader mustered his courage, blew the bone whistle in his chest, and launched a counterattack.

He wanted to show the fleas following behind them what would happen if they angered them.

When Li Shu saw the Tartar cavalry ahead reining in their horses, he simultaneously made a hand gesture, and the entire Xuanjia Cavalry immediately stopped their horses as well.

Moreover, the Xuanjia cavalry, a hundred men strong, could stop faster and more steadily than the Tartars.

By the time the Tartar cavalry charged after them, they had already run back a short distance.

It has to be said that the Xuanjia Cavalry is such a magical unit. New recruits who have only been promoted for one day have horsemanship skills comparable to those of Tartars who have grown up on horseback.

The Tartar leader pursued them for a short distance but found that he could not close the distance with the Xuanjia Cavalry. So his face darkened and he ordered a retreat again.

Seeing the Tartar cavalry retreat, Uncle Li led his men to turn their horses around and chase after them again.

And so, a dramatic scene unfolded on this vast plain.

The Tartars galloped ahead, while the Xuanjia cavalry pursued them relentlessly, occasionally firing stray arrows.

When the Tartars turned around to prepare for a head-on battle with the Xuanjia Cavalry, the Xuanjia Cavalry simultaneously turned their horses around, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Tartars.

The Tartar leader's face darkened; they had been kited, and by a group of Han cavalrymen no less.

If this were to reach the Tartar kingdom, these people would be nailed to the pillory of shame, never to rise again.

After chasing and stopping intermittently for about fifteen minutes, Uncle Li waved his hand to stop the hundred-man Xuanjia cavalry.

"Alright, we shouldn't pursue a cornered enemy!"

Sitting upright on his horse, Uncle Li squinted at the remaining less than three hundred Tatar cavalrymen ahead, a cold smile on his face.

Ah Liang, panting heavily, asked in confusion, "Uncle Li, aren't we going to chase them anymore?"

Uncle Li rolled his eyes at Ah Liang and said irritably, "What's the point of chasing him? Even if you do, how many more arrows can you shoot?"

Ah Liang was taken aback when he heard this. He reached out and touched the empty quiver on his back, and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

They didn't carry many arrows; some even had less than thirty in a quiver. Many of their shots missed their mark along the way, so they were quickly depleted.

So the Xuanjia cavalry, a hundred strong, turned their horses around and headed back. On the way back, they took the spoils of war from the Tatar cavalrymen they had killed along the way, mainly some bows and arrows and scimitars.

In addition, there were the heads of the Tartars, which were proof of their military achievements.

They took away even the few warhorses that could still trot, but ignored those that were dying or already dead.

They could only turn back and return to camp to deal with the horses' carcasses, if they were still there by then.

Uncle Li suspected that by the time they returned, the warhorse carcasses would have already been divided and taken away by other refugees.

After all, along the way, they had already seen quite a few refugees, and the number of refugees gathering in Zhenbei City had been increasing in the past two days.

More than a quarter of an hour later, the Xuanjia Raid Team of a hundred men returned to the Wangbei Village camp. By then, the camp had been mostly cleared up, with only the mechanical barricades remaining as the most difficult part to deal with.

Hundreds of headless corpses were piled up in front of the camp. After their heads were cut off, the bodies were prepared to be transported to a distant place and burned.

Zhao Daxuan was already standing in front of the camp, watching the Xuanjia Cavalry return on horseback. He breathed a long sigh of relief and a bright smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that most of them had Tartar heads tied around their waists, Zhao Daxuan's smile became even brighter.

He was initially worried that something might happen when the Xuanjia Cavalry chased after them alone, but now that he saw them return safely, he was truly relieved.

"My lord! We're back!"

Uncle Li and his men dismounted a dozen steps away and walked up to Zhao Daxuan to pay their respects.

"Well done, Lao Li. I never expected you guys to have such a spirited side, daring to chase after the Tartar cavalry for so long."

Zhao Daxuan gave Uncle Li and the others a thumbs up, and Li Erlong and the others beside him also praised him.

"Wow, brothers! When I first faced the Tartars, my legs went weak. I never imagined you guys could catch up and kill so many of them."

Li Erlong looked at the heads tied around their waists and clicked his tongue in admiration.

"It was all thanks to our brothers, the swordsmen and shieldmen, who fought the Tartars for so long, exhausting their strength. We were able to achieve this by waiting in comfort! It's all luck! Luck!"

Uncle Li looked humble.

Zhao Daxuan smiled. "It's not just luck; your abilities are quite good, and you have a promising future!"

Feeling the approving gazes around them, Uncle Li and A Liang smiled so hard their eyes narrowed into slits, their chests puffed out with pride.

Just as Zhao Daxuan and the others were talking, Qin Lide rushed over, looked at Zhao Daxuan, and gave an awkward smile.

"Sir, did you bring any money?"