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

Zhao Daxuan sped back, arriving at the camp late at night.

The soldiers on duty frowned and shouted when they saw a rider galloping closer.

"Who goes there? Dismount immediately!"

Zhao Daxuan rode forward, his face illuminated by the torches in front of the camp. The soldiers on duty changed their expressions and quickly bowed in salute.

"Sir, I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you just now."

Zhao Daxuan then dismounted, waved his hand, and as he entered the camp, gave an order to the soldiers on duty.

He was instructed to summon Li Erlong, Zhao Fubao, and several other core members to his tent. Zhao Daxuan also had his own tent in the camp.

Li Erlong and his men have brought their tents out of the city in the past few days, so at least they have a place to shelter from the wind and rain.

Zhao Daxuan sat upright in the tent, and Li Erlong and the others lifted the tent flap and filed in.

As soon as Li Erlong entered the tent, he asked in a boisterous manner, "Sir, what are your orders?"

After gesturing for everyone to sit down, Zhao Daxuan began to speak, "This time, I followed the Tatar cavalry to their camp, hoping to kill their Khan, but unfortunately, we couldn't find him."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Li Changming slapped his thigh and spoke through gritted teeth.

"That Tartar Khan is really lucky!"

Zhao Daxuan shook his head. "Not necessarily. Perhaps the other party was prepared in advance, otherwise it wouldn't be such a coincidence."

"Although this trip didn't achieve its original purpose, we did gain another piece of news!"

Zhao Daxuan paused, and seeing that everyone's eyes were on him, he slowly spoke.

"At dawn tomorrow, the Tartar army will surely invade!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's breath caught in their throats, their movements froze, and their pupils involuntarily contracted.

Despite being mentally prepared, everyone still felt their hearts race a little as the moment approached.

Zhao Daxuan noticed everyone's expressions, but he didn't care; that was only human nature.

However, on the battlefield, with the blessing of his [Fight to the Death], these negative emotions will disappear, leaving only an indomitable fighting spirit and courage!

The unease in the crowd was fleeting; seeing Zhao Daxuan's calm and composed expression, everyone quickly regained their composure.

Li Erlong felt ashamed of his earlier performance. He shouted fiercely, "Well done! Tomorrow I will slaughter every last one of those Tartars!"

The others chimed in, "Let's fucking kill them! Tomorrow it'll be a fight to the death!"

Zhao Daxuan smiled slightly, "You all have commendable courage. We'll see how you perform tomorrow. Now, let me give you our tactical arrangements if the Tartars attack tomorrow."

The group talked for a full half hour before leaving. Before parting, Zhao Daxuan gave them a final word of advice.

"Make preparations tonight in advance so as not to be caught off guard when the Tartars attack tomorrow. Also, get some rest early, as we need to be on full alert at dawn tomorrow."

After everyone agreed, they withdrew and made arrangements according to Zhao Daxuan's instructions.

Before the fog had dissipated in the early morning, strange noises came from deep within it—the sound of dense footsteps and heavy breathing.

Before dawn, Zhao Daxuan's two thousand men were already in position, with men standing on sentry posts in various locations of the camp, staring intently into the distance.

Hearing the strange noise coming from deep within the fog, the people in the camp gripped their weapons tightly, widened their eyes, and looked ahead.

As the fog lifted, what appeared before everyone's eyes were tens of thousands of ragged refugees!

These refugees had their hands bound behind their backs and their mouths gagged with hemp rope, preventing them from making a sound. Only their feet were free to move, and they were being driven by the Tartar cavalry behind them.

Seeing the soldiers standing neatly in the rear of the camp ahead, the refugees showed a hint of joy on their faces and excitedly whimpered, but could not make a sound.

The refugee caravan then quickened their pace excitedly, and without needing the cavalry to continue driving them, they ran forward on their own.

Standing at the front of the group, Zhao Daxuan frowned deeply. Only when the fog cleared could he clearly sense the situation inside the thick fog.

Unexpectedly, the first wave to arrive was a group of refugees driven away by the Tartars. The Tartars simply wanted to use the refugees as human shields to block the first wave for them.

Zhao Daxuan pondered for a moment with a grim face, then ordered, "Open the camp gates and let these refugees in!"

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong looked anxiously at Zhao Daxuan and whispered, "My lord, letting these refugees in is too dangerous. The Tartars will surely take advantage of the chaos to attack!"

Zhao Daxuan's expression remained firm, but he said in a deep voice, "It's alright, I have my own arrangements."

Li Erlong stopped trying to persuade them and immediately arranged for people to open the camp gates to receive the group of refugees running towards the camp.

"Come this way, everyone! Enter the camp from here!"

Li Erlong stood at the camp gate and shouted loudly to the refugees swarming in from outside the camp.

In fact, Li Erlong didn't even need to shout. As soon as the camp gate was opened, tens of thousands of refugees coming to the camp saw it and crowded towards the camp gate.

However, it was not the Tartars' intention to simply rush towards the main gate of the camp; what they wanted was for these refugees to break through the various parts of the camp.

So the Tartars following behind the refugees brandished their swords and drove them away in other directions.

Just as they were wielding their swords to drive away the refugees, Zhao Daxuan, standing in the camp, had already drawn his longbow and was firing arrows at the Tartar cavalrymen who were driving away the refugees.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Arrows flew out one after another, and the Tartar cavalrymen who were driving away the refugees fell one by one, with large pools of blood flowing beneath them.

The number of Tatar cavalrymen driving away the refugees was not large, only a hundred or so, yet they were able to drive away tens of thousands of refugees.

In just over ten breaths, Zhao Daxuan had shot down nearly half of the Tartar cavalry. The remaining Tartar cavalry, seeing that the situation was not right, changed their expressions and retreated.

Just then, another force of tens of thousands emerged from the thick fog. This time, they were not refugees, but auxiliary soldiers wielding scimitars and wearing leather armor.

These auxiliary soldiers shouted and charged forward, but now the main camp was blocked at the entrance by refugees, and the main army in the camp was unable to come out to resist.

Li Erlong stood at the camp gate, anxiously urging the refugees to enter. Zhao Daxuan stood inside the camp, continuously firing arrows outwards.

At the same time, he spoke in a deep voice: "Black armored soldiers, rise up! On my command, engage the Tartar auxiliary troops outside the camp with arrows!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five hundred Xuanjia cavalrymen in the camp raised their bows and arrows, and immediately, a rain of arrows was thrown at the auxiliary troops.

Although each wave only has 500 arrows, the Xuanjia Cavalry's speed, accuracy, and long range make them effective in eliminating a group of auxiliary soldiers with each volley.

Zhao Daxuan watched as the auxiliary soldiers charged forward, falling one by one, his expression complex. Many of these auxiliary soldiers were also Han Chinese.

But now that our positions are different, we have no choice but to take drastic measures.