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

Yue Zhenyuan, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up again, his fists clenched slightly. He didn't even have time to catch his breath as he stared intently at the battlefield.

Sure enough, two torrents of steel rushed straight into Zhao Daxuan's camp.

However, they were stopped before they could penetrate the defenses, and the cavalry that did manage to break through were quickly cut down. The two gaps were then closed again.

"I never expected that Zhao Daxuan, a recruit he only had for a few days, would have such combat power. He really struck gold!"

The captains had complicated expressions. Were the refugees around Zhenbei City really that strong?

Why is it that even after six months of training, their soldiers might not have this level of combat ability?

They did not admit that their training ability was poor, but rather that Zhao Daxuan had struck gold by recruiting a group of highly capable soldiers.

Yue Zhenyuan glanced at them and snorted coldly, "I told you to train your troops more often. Look at your shrimp soldiers and crab generals; they might not be as strong as him in a few days of training even after half a year!"

Wei Feng looked embarrassed and said awkwardly, "General, the main problem is that the food in our camp is a bit poor. The brothers can't handle the rigorous training!"

"Bullshit! How could Zhao Daxuan possibly do that?" Yue Zhenyuan shouted angrily.

Wei Feng and the others looked at each other in bewilderment. They wanted to say that Zhao Daxuan, that fool, was paying for the meat for his soldiers out of his own pocket.

But he couldn't bring himself to speak in front of Yue Zhenyuan.

He could only turn his head to look at the battlefield with a sullen expression, pretending not to understand Yue Zhenyuan's angry shout.

Yue Zhenyuan snorted coldly. How could he not know that the food in the military camp was poor?

But there are always more solutions than problems, and since his captains didn't try to find a solution, there was nothing he could do about it.

He couldn't possibly feed tens of thousands of people by himself; the food in the military camp now was the result of his efforts to improve it.

With a sigh, Yue Zhenyuan felt an even greater fondness for Zhao Daxuan compared to the other captains.

This young man is really good; he dares to fight, dares to take risks, and dares to think big!

As the situation on the battlefield changed rapidly, the people on the city wall discovered that several hundred cavalrymen in the Wangbei Village camp were actually charging out of the camp.

"hiss--"

The people on the city wall gasped again.

"Are they crazy? That cavalry force inside the camp only has five hundred men, while there are tens of thousands of troops outside!"

Before they could finish speaking, the Xuanjia cavalry, like a sharp sword, plunged deep into the battlefield outside the camp.

"This...this is too outrageous! Are the Tartars made of paper?"

On the high platform of the city tower, Wei Feng stared wide-eyed and murmured aloud.

Upon hearing this, Leng Wuye nodded.

"Perhaps you're right, these Tartars are made of paper!"

"Don't forget that their provisions were all burned, and their most prized tea cakes and salt were certainly destroyed as well."

"The Tartars not only love tea, but if you deprive them of salt for a few days, they will become weak and powerless."

Upon hearing this, the captains looked on with a sudden realization and visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Feng slapped his thigh. "So that's it! I was wondering why those Tartars seemed like spineless wimps today, completely lacking their usual fighting strength!"

"Hahaha, if I were to take the field, I could just as easily slaughter the Tartars!"

Wei Feng spoke excitedly, his eyes full of confidence, eager to leave the city and display his power.

At this moment, he even regretted his earlier decision to dissuade Yue Zhenyuan from sending troops to provide support.

Yue Zhenyuan nodded upon hearing this; such an explanation was indeed plausible.

He thought Zhao Daxuan had some special method to strengthen the soldiers.

Everyone looked puzzled when they saw the cavalry unit wandering around the battlefield outside the camp.

"Why is this cavalry unit running around like headless flies? Don't they know how to support their own weak points? The soldiers Zhao Daxuan brought are no good!"

Wei Feng chuckled and shook his head, while the other captains also wore mocking expressions.

Yue Zhenyuan frowned and said in a deep voice, "Enough with the nonsense, just watch!"

Wei Feng pursed his lips and said no more.

The Xuanjia cavalry, who were roaming around outside the camp, suddenly stopped, then turned around and charged towards the outskirts of the camp.

This unusual movement immediately attracted everyone's attention, and they looked in that direction.

Then they could vaguely see a large army circling in the mist, but it had been hidden by the mist and they hadn't noticed it before.

"Could that be the central command of the Tartar army?"

"That cavalry unit kept charging straight in that direction; they're courting death!"

The people on the city wall frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning of their actions, but simply calmed down and continued to observe.

After a horn sounded, the Tartar cavalry retreated, clearing a passage connecting the Xuanjia cavalry with the Tartar central army.

Along this passage, the two torrents rapidly approached each other, but the torrent of the Tartar army was clearly several times larger.

Just as the two armies were about to clash, five golden beams of light flew out from in front of the Xuanjia Cavalry and disappeared in a flash.

Five beams of light pierced through several defensive lines in succession, heading straight into the heart of the Tartar army's central territory.

Immediately afterwards, a thunderous explosion came from the battlefield, which could even be faintly heard on the city walls.

"What...what is this?!"

The people on the city wall looked at each other, not yet understanding the situation, when they heard waves of sound coming from the battlefield ahead.

Wei Feng asked blankly, "What are they shouting?"

Leng Wuye closed his eyes and listened intently. After a moment, he opened his eyes and said in a deep voice, "They are shouting, 'The Tartar Khan is dead! The Tartars have been defeated!'"

Wei Feng's eyes widened in shock, and he exclaimed, "Impossible!"

Yue Zhenyuan, Leng Wuye, and Chu Hanchuan did not answer, but stared intently at the battlefield in the center of the Tartar army.

Just then, a gust of wind blew by, and the fog mostly dissipated, allowing them to see the battlefield more clearly.

Chu Hanchuan squinted for a moment, then said uncertainly, "It seems they've even lost their central banner. Could it be that the Tartar Khan has really met with misfortune?"

"Look, their auxiliary troops are starting to collapse!" Leng Wuye said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng's eyes lit up. He took two steps forward and stared intently. Sure enough, he saw the auxiliary troops of Wangbei Village camp fighting, and the battle line began to move backward!

Wei Feng's heart skipped a beat, feeling that the time was right to leave the city, so he looked at Yue Zhenyuan.

"General, the tide has turned! Let's move out and attack!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhenyuan shook his head. "No rush. Since we've already waited so long, there's no harm in taking another look."

Wei Feng was anxious and opened his mouth to persuade him again, but then he heard another urgent bugle call from the battlefield.

Turning my head, I saw that all the battle lines on the battlefield were beginning to move backward.

Seeing this, Wei Feng felt reassured.

The Tartar army has begun its retreat!

Wei Feng suddenly felt like an ant on a hot pan, his voice filled with anxiety.

"General, look! The Tartar army has suffered a complete defeat! Give the order now, this is a golden opportunity!"

The other captains also began to get anxious. They looked at the Tartars' retreating battle line outside the city and wished they could immediately lead their troops to the battlefield and show their might.

So the other captains also looked at Yue Zhenyuan with longing and began to persuade him.

Yue Zhenyuan frowned, staring at the battlefield, and hesitated before speaking.

"Although the Tartar auxiliary troops' battle line has collapsed, the cavalry battle line still maintains its formation. Pursuing them now might lead to unforeseen circumstances."

Wei Feng turned his head and looked, but he couldn't see that the cavalry line was still in formation. He thought that Yue Zhenyuan was just cowardly.

He immediately patted his chest and said, "General, just let me out of the city, I guarantee there won't be any problems!"

Upon hearing this, the other captains also spoke up.

"General, I'll go too! I promise!"

Yue Zhenyuan frowned as he looked at the captains who had spoken, while only Leng Wuye and Chu Hanchuan remained silent.

He looked at the two of them and said in a deep voice, "What do you think?"

After exchanging a glance, Leng Wuye slowly spoke.

"The Tartars' retreat at this point is indeed a turning point!"

"But the general has a point; perhaps a compromise can be found!"

"We can pursue them out of the city, but not deep; we should stop while we're ahead!"

Chu Hanchuan, who was standing to the side, also nodded.

"I agree with Captain Leng's opinion."

Leng Wuye and Chu Hanchuan also wanted to go out of the city for a drink, so that they wouldn't miss the chance to show their faces after the big battle ended.

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhenyuan remained silent for a moment before nodding emphatically and saying in a deep voice, "Very well, send out the troops immediately!"

"But remember to stop while you're ahead! Don't pursue a defeated enemy relentlessly, and never linger in battle!"

After finishing speaking, Yue Zhenyuan didn't forget to add a word of advice.

Upon hearing this, Wei Feng's face lit up with joy. He responded and ran towards the city gate.

Before long, the city gates were wide open, and Wei Feng, looking excited, led his soldiers to charge towards the routed battle line.

The other captains followed suit, each leading their troops into battle.