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

Upon hearing Zhao Daxuan inquire about the injury statistics, Li Erlong shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Not yet, they're still counting, but I just took a walk around, and the death toll must be over a hundred!"

Zhao Daxuan nodded with a stern face. "Understood. Tell me as soon as you have the statistics. Also, notify me immediately if there are any seriously injured or dying people."

Li Erlong glanced at the wooden box in Zhao Daxuan's hand, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.

This kind of ginseng, which is over a hundred years old, is a rare and precious commodity that money can't buy on the market; it is a treasure from the deep mountains and forests.

A small section of it is worth the annual salary of ten soldiers, and even if an ordinary wealthy family were to sell their entire fortune, they might not be able to afford one.

"Sir, please don't use up all of that old ginseng at once. It's good to keep some for emergencies."

Li Erlong knew he couldn't persuade Zhao Daxuan, so he could only remind him to keep some money for emergencies.

Zhao Daxuan smiled faintly and did not continue the topic. Instead, he told him to hurry up and settle the wounded and clean up the battlefield.

Li Erlong pursed her lips, nodded, and then turned and left.

After Li Erlong left, Zhao Daxuan's ears twitched. Hearing a strange noise, he turned to look outside the camp.

The city guards of Zhenbei City have caught up with the fleeing Tartar soldiers, but only a small portion of them have been caught.

After leaving the city, the group initially managed to hold together, but the city guards chased them for several miles before catching up, by which time the group had completely fallen apart.

The city guards were panting heavily, their leather armor askew, and their long swords dragging on the ground; they looked no more capable of fighting.

However, the auxiliary soldiers at the very end of the retreating column had lost all will to fight and were completely unaware of the situation. Instead, they were frightened by the overwhelming force behind them and scattered in all directions.

The city guards, having caught up with the Tartar army, became even more excited when they saw that the enemy didn't even have the courage to stop and fight back.

Once they caught up with the lone soldier, several city guards swarmed him. When they encountered any supplies left behind by the Tartars, a few more men would pounce on the supply wagons and loot the valuables.

Some even got so caught up in the chase that they broke away from the main group and chased after the scattered auxiliary soldiers, disappearing into the nearby woods.

Wei Feng rode his horse at the very front. He was already a large man, and with the momentum of his warhorse, he could basically take down an auxiliary soldier with a single strike.

He had never chased after Tartars so readily, and even though he was now killing Tartar auxiliary soldiers, he was still incredibly excited.

"Hahaha, mine! Mine! All these battle achievements are mine!"

As Wei Feng swung his sword to kill the auxiliary soldiers, he laughed loudly. This scene was something he could only dream about at night, but now it had come true.

In addition to several thousand city guard infantry, there were also two thousand Black Armored Cavalry. At first, under Leng Wuye's suppression, they only kept their distance and did not launch a direct attack.

However, when they saw Wei Feng charging ahead into the routed auxiliary troops, and almost none of the auxiliary troops resisted, they began to attempt an attack.

Sure enough, once they began their attack, the fleeing Tartar soldiers offered no resistance whatsoever, and heads rolled with a swift stroke of their swords.

The Black Armored Battalion's cavalrymen felt their blood boil, and their faces lit up with excitement. This scene thrilled them immensely.

As they charged in all directions, grabbing heads and supplies, the Black Armor Camp's formation began to fall apart, gradually becoming disjointed, without support from either side, and even separated from their own men and horses.

With a smile on his lips, Leng Wuye led his troops to the forefront, fighting recklessly and enjoying the thrill of the moment, completely unaware that the Black Armor Camp's formation had been disrupted.

Just as the main force of the city guards were fighting fiercely and were like a pile of loose sand,

A loud bugle call suddenly rang out above the Tartar army.

At some point, the Tartar cavalry, which had already retreated some distance, circled around and appeared on one side of the city guards' rear.

Just as the horn sounded, more than a thousand Canglang Iron Cavalrymen suddenly spurred their horses, and the warhorses beneath them no longer controlled their speed, but instead ran at full speed.

"Boom boom boom..."

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, and dust flew everywhere.

The cavalry of the Azure Wolf Army surged forward like rolling black clouds, pressing towards the city's guards.

Wei Feng turned his head and stared blankly at the Canglang Iron Cavalry charging in his direction, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him.

"This...this is the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry!!"

Wei Feng exclaimed in shock, "How is this possible! Weren't they the first to retreat? How could they be here?"

But the soldiers around him looked at each other, none of them could answer. They had all been so focused on chasing down the auxiliary soldiers in front of them that they hadn't had time to observe the battlefield.

Instead of receiving a reply, they heard the sound of galloping hooves again.

This time, the sound came from the direction of the retreating Tartar army.

Wei Feng turned his head and his expression changed drastically.

The thousands of Tartar cavalry were in perfect formation, exuding a murderous aura. They showed no signs of being routed, but rather resembled hungry wolves that had been lying in ambush for a long time, waiting for their prey to walk into their trap.

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

Wei Feng shouted loudly, then turned his horse around and ran away.

The city guards, who had been excitedly chasing after the auxiliary soldiers and seizing supplies, instinctively looked up when they heard the unusual sound of hooves.

Without Wei Feng having to shout, someone's expression changed, and they turned and fled.

But by the time they realized it, it was too late.

Although Wei Feng was riding a horse, he was surrounded by infantry, so he couldn't pick up speed for a while.

After running about a hundred steps, the Tartar cavalry charged headlong into the ranks led by Wei Feng.

How could Wei Feng's ordinary infantrymen be a match for the heavily armed Canglang Iron Cavalry?

The team collapsed instantly, as if it were being swept away by a tidal wave.

There was no need for the Canglang Iron Cavalry to even swing their swords; the city guards at the front were directly smashed into a pile of minced meat by the warhorses and sent flying.

Hearing the approaching hoofbeats behind him, he felt the chill of a sharp blade against his back.

Wei Feng gritted his teeth, ignoring the soldiers blocking his way, and spurred his horse to smash through them.

However, it was too late.

Before Wei Feng could even pick up speed and escape, a gleaming curved blade slashed across his neck.

As the owner of the scimitar rode past Wei Feng, he didn't forget to turn his head and give Wei Feng a cold look before continuing to charge forward.

Wei Feng stared wide-eyed at the departing figure in disbelief, his eyes filled with resentment.

Blood kept gushing from his mouth, a red line bloomed on his neck, his body swayed on the horse's back, and finally he fell heavily off the horse, lifeless.

When Leng Wuye of the Black Armor Camp heard the horn, he instantly snapped back to reality.

He turned to look at the troops behind him, wanting to order a retreat, but the entire army was like a chaotic swarm of bees, with no formation whatsoever.

Leng Wuye opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know how to reorganize the formation.

Remembering the general's instructions and his own promise when he left the city, he was filled with remorse.

But there was no time for regrets now. He blew the bone whistle on his chest, and all he could do was quickly reorganize his formation and retreat from the battlefield.

The Black Armored Camp's cavalry had also come to their senses by this time, and upon hearing Leng Wuye's bone whistle, they began to regroup behind him.

Just as they had mostly assembled, the Tartar cavalry collided with Leng Wuye's troops and were immediately scattered.

The Tartar cavalry and ordinary cavalry thus launched a pincer attack, penetrating into the tens of thousands of city guards who were chasing them with unbridled arrogance.

The situation suddenly reversed, and the city guards were thrown into chaos.

Screams echoed through the ranks of the city guards as rows of them fell one after another.

The city guards' smugness and arrogance one second ago turned into a panicked escape the next.

Soldiers abandoned their helmets and armor, their cries echoing through the heavens, their formation completely collapsed, and countless soldiers trampled each other in the process.