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

As they moved further away from Zhenbei City, more and more Tatar cavalrymen within Zhao Daxuan's sensing range converged in one direction.

As they advanced, a human wall slowly entered Zhao Daxuan's field of vision, with an auxiliary soldier standing guard every five steps.

Zhao Daxuan raised his head and looked in the direction where all the cavalry had converged; that should be the camp of the Tartar army.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Daxuan led his horse into a small grove of trees halfway through the road, tied the reins, and then crept towards the direction where the Tartar cavalry were gathering.

Slowly approaching the human wall defense line, Zhao Daxuan discovered that after getting about a kilometer closer, there were no other supplies or materials around, and all the trees in front of him had been cut down.

Behind the human wall was not immediately the Tartar army camp; instead, there was another human wall every few dozen steps.

Within Zhao Daxuan's perception range, only a small part of the Tartar camp came into his senses, and he was unable to detect which part contained the Tartar's core figures.

It seems that the Tartar army knew about his ability to kill enemies from a distance and had figured out a certain pattern to it.

To prevent him from launching a sneak attack from a distance, I came up with this method.

Zhao Daxuan frowned. Although this method was clumsy, it was indeed effective; unless he forced his way through, it would be difficult to break through.

However, forcing their way in would alert the Tartar army, and once they were on guard, it would be even more difficult for them to shoot at the enemy from a distance.

It wasn't completely dark yet, and shadowy figures could still be seen. Zhao Daxuan thought for a moment, then casually climbed up a tree and lay down comfortably.

Now we can only approach the human defense line and observe further after it gets completely dark.

As dusk approached, several lines of people lit torches one by one, illuminating the entire area within their field of vision.

Although the illuminated area is not far, only about ten steps, it can at least increase their vigilance range.

Zhao Daxuan frowned and, taking advantage of the darkness, reached the edge of the area illuminated by the torch, his senses surging forward like a tide.

In an instant, nearly a third of the Tartar camp was enveloped by the perception field. Zhao Daxuan carefully sensed it, and at this moment, the atmosphere in the camp was somewhat dull and oppressive.

Zhao Daxuan did not detect the location of the Tartar Khan Möngke.

He did not give up and ran around the outer wall of men around the camp, but he still could not find Möngke Khan.

Either the other party was outside his perception range, or the other party deliberately disguised themselves.

Although the location of the Tartar high command was not found, Zhao Daxuan noticed that several groups of Tartars were pushing and shoving each other for some unknown reason.

Just as Zhao Daxuan was wondering, a voice came from not far in front of him.

"Hey, did you hear that? It sounds like the Tartars in the camp are fighting again."

At the outermost edge of the human wall, a tall, thin Han Chinese auxiliary soldier whispered to a middle-aged auxiliary soldier ten steps away.

Upon hearing the words, the middle-aged auxiliary soldier's expression changed slightly. He looked around and, finding no one was paying attention, responded in a low voice.

"Shh, keep your voice down, you're dead if you get caught! Those Tartars can't live without tea, don't you see how many days they haven't had any?"

"Luckily, the fire that destroyed the supplies at the logistics camp didn't affect us, otherwise we would have been seriously injured, if not killed!"

The tall, thin auxiliary soldier chuckled, "What's the point of killing us? It'll just be a waste of some able-bodied men!"

"We are fine, but didn't you see that several Tartar leaders in the auxiliary troops have been beheaded?"

"I can imagine how furious the Tatar Khan must have been when news of the burning of the supply camp reached his ears. Hehehe..."

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier shook his head and sighed softly, "The Tartars are having a tough time, but we've had it easy these past few days? Our mouths are practically bland from eating so much food!"

"For some reason, there was so much coarse salt that day, and it just disappeared. The little salt left after the fire was only usable by the Tartars. We haven't eaten salt for days, and now we feel weak all over."

Speaking of this, the middle-aged auxiliary soldier frowned. "Nowadays, although the Tartars look powerful, they are all bark and no bite. Tomorrow's general offensive will probably be difficult."

The tall, thin auxiliary soldier standing nearby was taken aback. "The final assault is tomorrow? I haven't heard of that?"

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier chuckled and lowered his voice to reply, "Keep your voice down, I'm just guessing, and I have two reasons!"

"Firstly, didn't you see that after the fire that day, the remaining food was barely enough to feed the army for five days? Tomorrow is the last day!"

"Including the grain plundered from the surrounding areas recently, it is only enough for the army to return to the north. This year, the Han people in the south are clever and have notified the surrounding villages and towns to evacuate to Zhenbei City in advance."

The tall, thin auxiliary soldier nodded upon hearing this, agreeing with what the middle-aged auxiliary soldier had said. After waiting a while and seeing no further response, he anxiously urged the other party on.

"Hey? What's the second point? Go on, tell me!"

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier looked around and, finding no one paying attention, sat down, adjusted his posture, and then continued speaking.

"Secondly, did you notice that the Tartar camp suddenly stopped cooking today and is only serving cold food?"

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin auxiliary soldier's eyes widened slightly, and he nodded repeatedly. "Yes, I noticed! I was wondering why he changed his tune today!"

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier chuckled and continued, "And did you notice that all the horse bells were removed, the hooves were wrapped in cloth, and the horse's mouth was filled with wood?"

The tall, thin auxiliary soldier paused, thought for a moment, and shook his head, saying, "I really didn't notice that. Is there any particular explanation for it?"

"The Tartars are about to run out of food, their entire camp is without fire, and their warhorses are in disarray. Based on my experience following the Tartar cavalry on several expeditions, the Tartar army will surely launch a full-scale attack at dawn tomorrow!"

Upon hearing this, the tall, thin man paused, feeling his legs go weak, and muttered listlessly.

"Is a major battle about to begin? I wonder if I'll still be able to go back and go up the mountain with my son to catch sparrows."

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier glanced at the tall, thin auxiliary soldier next door looking lost in thought, shook his head, and sighed. He could only blame himself for being born in a chaotic world.

For a moment, the two fell silent again.

Zhao Daxuan stood in the darkness outside the torchlight's reach, using his extraordinary hearing to hear the entire conversation between the two.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes. In his perception, it was indeed as the middle-aged auxiliary soldier had said: there were no open flames in the camp, and the warhorses were not in their bridles!

After a moment of silence, just as Zhao Daxuan was about to turn and leave, he heard the tall, thin auxiliary soldier speak softly again.

"Do you think we could escape if we ran away under the cover of darkness?"

The middle-aged auxiliary soldier frowned and spoke urgently.

"Are you crazy? You can't escape!"

"If you run away, the people around will definitely report you. If they don't, they'll be the ones who die!"

The tall, thin auxiliary soldier fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "I know, I was just saying!"

Silence fell between them again.

Zhao Daxuan paused for a moment after turning to leave, then continued walking back.