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

Zhao Daxuan turned his horse around and charged towards the outskirts of the camp. With each swing of his sword, he cut down enemy soldiers in front of him.

The scimitar in his hand was left behind by the Tartar cavalry that had been wiped out before; it was exceptionally sharp.

With Zhao Daxuan's ability to break bones with every strike, an ordinary curved sword would have had its blade twisted into an unknown shape long ago.

Even if it's forged through fifty refinements, it won't last long.

The Xuanjia cavalry followed closely behind, and with Zhao Daxuan leading the way like a sharp blade, they were able to move much more easily.

However, as their physical strength was depleted and they gradually became somewhat powerless, Zhao Daxuan's skill [Extreme Refinement of Life] came in handy.

Whenever Zhao Daxuan's soldiers were exhausted, a new surge of power would be generated within them.

Now they have penetrated deep into enemy territory, fighting fiercely until the sky darkens and they have long lost their way.

They were surrounded on both sides by Tartar cavalry, with the outermost soldiers of the Xuanjia Cavalry facing the greatest pressure.

When someone is injured and exhausted, they will voluntarily retreat to the inner perimeter of the cavalry formation for basic treatment.

Meanwhile, the Xuanjia cavalry from the inner perimeter will step forward to fill the gaps.

Uncle Li and A Liang were fighting on the left and right flanks of the group respectively, both of them fighting desperately in the most dangerous positions.

"Brother Liang, you step back and rest for a while. I'll cover for you!"

The pockmarked young man behind Ah Liang looked worried. Two other groups had already been replaced, but Ah Liang had persisted.

"I'm fine, don't worry!"

Ah Liang's face tightened. The strength of the Tartar cavalry was not as strong as he had imagined. During the battle, he felt that the opponent's hands and feet were weak.

He swung his sword to block a curved blade that was slashing at him from the side. The two blades clashed, and sparks flew.

The Tatar cavalryman opposite felt the immense force from the scimitar and his wrist jerked violently.

Startled by the immense force, the Tatar cavalryman flung his scimitar aside, nearly dropping it from his grasp.

Seeing that the opponent's defenses were wide open, Ah Liang swiftly swung his curved blade down towards the opponent's neck.

"Pfft—"

The sharp blade of the scimitar easily sliced ​​through the skin on the opponent's neck, tearing flesh and blood apart. The cut severed the artery in the neck, causing blood to spurt out immediately.

Ah Liang wiped away the hot blood splattered on his face, panting heavily.

Before he could catch his breath, new cavalrymen filled the gap left by the cavalrymen he had just killed, and then swung their swords at him.

A Tartar cavalry leader noticed A Liang, who was fighting fiercely and refusing to retreat.

Ah Liang's comrades had already been replaced twice, but he was still gritting his teeth and persevering.

Watching Ah Liang's heavy breathing after each swing of his sword, the Tartar leader's lips curled into a cruel sneer.

The Tartar leader spurred his horse forward, staring intently at A Liang. Just as A Liang was about to exhaust himself with his sword, he spurred his horse's flanks, and the warhorse neighed and charged forward.

The Tartar leader gripped his scimitar tightly and slashed fiercely at A Liang's head.

Using the momentum of the warhorse, the curved blade slashed forward with extraordinary force, cutting directly through the air and making a whooshing sound.

Hearing the strange noise, Ah Liang turned his head and his pupils suddenly contracted as a curved knife loomed larger and larger in front of him.

But by this time, his old strength was exhausted and his new strength had not yet been generated, so it was too late for him to dodge.

They could only make minor adjustments to the angle, attempting to avoid the vital points.

However, this strike was powerful and heavy; even if it avoided vital points, the person would not die on the spot but would be seriously injured.

Just as Ah Liang tensed his muscles, preparing to withstand the blow, a figure rushed out from beside him.

As the curved blade fell, he leaped up and stood in front of Ah Liang.

"Pfft—"

The sound of a curved blade piercing flesh rang out, and he stared blankly as the blade slashed straight into the neck of the figure in front of him.

A splash of blood landed on Ah Liang's face.

"pock!!"

Ah Liang's eyes turned bloodshot instantly, and he let out a roar.

He gripped the scimitar he had just sheathed tightly and swung it fiercely at the Tartar leader.

The Tartar leader's scimitar was stuck in the pockmarked youth's body, and he couldn't pull it out for a moment.

Seeing Ah Liang swing his knife at him, he leaned back, trying to dodge.

However, Ah Liang seemed to have anticipated this. As the Tartar leader made his move, he slightly turned his wrist and slashed diagonally downwards.

"puff--"

A Tartar head flew up.

With this strike, Ah Liang displayed strength far exceeding his usual level, as if all the combat techniques in his mind had suddenly come together.

The sword was swung, the direction changed, and the head was severed—all in one fluid motion.

The Tartar leader's head flew high, his eyes wide open, filled with disbelief.

The head fell heavily to the ground, rolled a few times like a ball, and was then trampled into a bloody pulp by the chaotic hooves of horses on the battlefield.

Ah Liang dismounted, helped the pockmarked youth who was lying on the ground to his feet, and then quickly retreated to the rear.

"Mazi! Mazi!"

Ah Liang's voice choked with emotion.

At this point, the pockmarked youth could no longer make a sound.

A curved blade was deeply embedded in his neck, and blood continued to flow from his mouth.

The pockmarked young man stared wide-eyed, gripping Ah Liang's arm tightly with both hands.

Besides the joy of saving Ah Liang, his eyes also held a hint of anticipation for the post-war future.

It's just a pity that I'll never see that day again.

The pockmarked youth's strength rapidly dissipated, and with the last bit of power withdrawn, even the strength to keep his eyelids open was gone.

His eyelids slowly drooped, his hands limply loosened, slipped off Ah Liang's arms, and fell heavily to the ground.

Ah Liang's nose tingled slightly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he clenched his teeth so tightly that he almost crushed his once-perfect teeth.

An unspeakable rage surged from his heart, and at the same time, it felt as if a force was spreading throughout his body.

Ah Liang carefully put down the pockmarked young man's corpse from his arms.

He suddenly picked up the curved sword beside him, his face filled with anger, and galloped back to his warhorse.

Fierce fighting was taking place everywhere on the battlefield, with people dying and countless others wounded every single second.

Zhao Daxuan stared intently in one direction and spurred his horse toward it, sensing a heavily fortified force there.

In the center of the group was a burly man clad in armor, seated atop a tall horse covered in fish-scale armor.

This man is none other than the Tartar Khan Möngke. If Zhao Daxuan can kill him, this war can end.

Therefore, Zhao Daxuan led his Xuanjia cavalry, disregarding losses, and charged towards Khan Möngke.

Möngke Khan sat on his warhorse, peering through layers of defenses at the battlefield ahead, surrounded by multiple layers of defensive perimeters.

The outermost layer was a ring of supply wagons, the middle layer was a ring of thick wooden shield wagons, and the innermost layer was a ring of heavily armored assassins.

He already knew that the Great Xia military had personnel capable of shooting enemies from extremely long distances, so he had made thorough preparations.

Even if he were hit by a shot, his thick armor would likely not even be able to break through his skin.

At this moment, Möngke Khan stared intently at Zhao Daxuan, who was leading hundreds of cavalrymen charging in his direction. His eyes flickered slightly, as if he had guessed something.

He turned to his personal guard and said, "Give the order to have the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry annihilate that unit ahead!"

After the guard responded, he took out the horn from his chest and blew it loudly, and a special rhythm rang out from the horn.

At the same time, another guard waved the command flag in his hand.

The Azure Wolf Cavalry, who had been guarding Möngke's side, immediately sprang into action upon hearing the horn and seeing the command flag.

More than a thousand heavily armored cavalrymen, their horses also clad in fish-scale armor, surged out like a tide, charging towards Zhao Daxuan's direction.