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

Looking at the soldier panting and looking anxious on horseback, Zhao Daxuan recognized him; he was Yue Zhenyuan's personal guard.

Zhao Daxuan strode out from the crowd, looked at the general's personal guard, and asked in a deep voice.

"What are your orders, General?"

The guard's face lit up with joy when he saw Zhao Daxuan appear.

He dared not be presumptuous, dismounted, and quickly approached Zhao Daxuan.

"Commander Zhao, the troops that were pursuing the fleeing soldiers in Zhenbei City were ambushed and are now in complete disarray."

"The general sent me to find you, requesting your assistance in aiding the army at Zhenbei City!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan frowned slightly and pondered for a moment before speaking.

"My soldiers are not only far fewer in number than the Tartar army, but they have also just been through a fierce battle, and I'm afraid they are powerless to come to my aid."

The general's personal guard seemed to have expected this. He was not surprised when he heard Zhao Daxuan's polite refusal. He simply stepped forward and approached Zhao Daxuan, lowering his voice.

"Lord Zhao, the general said that as long as you send out troops and successfully recover the losses of the Zhenbei City army, all the spoils and military merits of this battle will be yours."

"Furthermore, all the quotas for this temporary military expansion will be fully allocated to you, and will not be revoked after the war!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Daxuan's eyes lit up, and he looked at the guard with some hesitation.

Is this really true?

"It's true! These are all the general's own words. Of course, that's on the condition that you can reverse the army's losses."

Seeing the guard nod affirmatively, Zhao Daxuan turned to look at the battlefield outside the camp, his eyes narrowed as he pondered a countermeasure.

After only a few breaths, Zhao Daxuan's eyes flickered, and he made a decision in his heart. He looked at the general's personal guards.

"Go back and tell the general that I will give it a try, but I may not succeed."

As soon as Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, the general's personal guard relaxed slightly and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Very well, I will go back to report to the general now. Please, Lord Zhao, act as soon as possible."

Seeing Zhao Daxuan nod in agreement, the guard turned and hurriedly left.

"Sir, are we really going to go to the rescue?"

When the general's personal guards arrived, Li Erlong returned to Zhao Daxuan's side.

Zhao Daxuan smiled and said, "Go, why not? As long as there are enough benefits, we'll save them. Besides, they are our comrades."

"However, for this support mission, only the Xuanjia Cavalry will be needed. You all should focus on rescuing the wounded."

After saying that, he stuffed the wooden box containing the old ginseng into Li Erlong's hands, "Keep it safe. Use it if any of the brothers need it. Don't be stingy!"

He then walked to the warhorse beside him, and mounted it.

Seeing this, Li Erlong said urgently, "My lord, I'll go and help too!"

"There's no need. You'll only be sacrificing yourselves in vain. I have my own way of handling this."

Zhao Daxuan shook his head, gently pulled on the reins of his warhorse, and with a slight thought, the warhorse galloped out of the camp.

Li Erlong opened his mouth, watched Zhao Daxuan's departing figure, sighed softly, and turned to look for the seriously injured.

Zhao Daxuan rode his horse to Uncle Li and the others outside the camp. At this time, Uncle Li and the others were rescuing the still-living wounded with a group of villagers outside the camp.

"Old Li, Ah Liang, gather the remaining men who are still capable of fighting, and bring them into battle with me!"

Uncle Li and A Liang were taken aback when they heard this. They vaguely guessed that it was related to the cavalryman who had just left.

Without saying much, the two nodded immediately, took out their bone whistles from their chests, and blew them loudly.

The group of Xuanjia Tuqi soldiers scattered around immediately rushed over, mounted their horses, and quickly regrouped.

"My lord, we currently have over 380 men capable of fighting, and they have all assembled. Please give the order!"

Zhao Daxuan looked at the group of cavalrymen sitting on their warhorses, their backs straight and their faces resolute, quietly awaiting his orders. He spoke softly, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"Gentlemen, the Tartar army not only retains its organizational structure at this moment, but is even able to organize a counterattack, which is enough to prove that the Tartar Khan is not dead!"

"When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. If we allow the Tartar cavalry to slaughter the Zhenbei City army, we will also be unable to withstand the Tartar cavalry's might."

"Now, are you all willing to follow me in the charge and attack the Tartar Khan? Either let us protect the army at Zhenbei City, or let us kill the Tartar Khan!"

As soon as Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, Uncle Li immediately responded, shouting loudly, "I swear to follow you to the death, sir!"

"I swear to follow you to the death, sir!"

As soon as Uncle Li finished speaking, the others immediately shouted in response.

"Alright! Follow me and kill!"

Zhao Daxuan shouted and spurred his horse towards the location of the Tatar Khan, with Uncle Li and the others following closely behind.

The location of the Tatar Khan was noticeably different; despite the retreat, the surrounding defenses remained tight.

Zhao Daxuan led his troops around the battlefield ahead and headed straight for the defensive perimeter where the Tatar Khan was located.

He did not choose to fight a losing battle by directly confronting the frenzied Tatar cavalry, as that would only plunge his own troops into another fierce battle.

The previous battles were out of necessity, when there were no other options.

Now that the initiative is in our hands, we will not choose to confront them head-on.

Instead, they chose to relieve the siege of Wei by attacking Zhao, directly targeting the Tartar Khan—whose greatest weakness was the Tartar army.

The nearly four hundred armored cavalrymen, without uttering a sound, were like a silent sword, heading straight for the Tartar Khan.

However, due to their small number and inconspicuousness, and because they had taken a slight detour, they were not discovered until they reached the vicinity of the Tatar Khan's army.

Immediately, several hundred Tatar light cavalrymen from the retreating Tatar Khan charged towards Zhao Daxuan's troops.

Zhao Daxuan looked at the cavalry rushing out to block his way, sneered, and did not slow down at all.

It seems the earlier clash outside the camp didn't teach them a lesson, and hundreds of people tried to block their advance.

The two hundred cavalrymen leading the Xuanjia Cavalry were fully equipped with the Tartar Canglang Iron Cavalry, armed from head to toe.

Ah Liang stared intently at the Tartar light cavalry ahead, gripping his scimitar tightly.

Zhao Daxuan had previously prevented them from pursuing, which had left him resentful. Now, he was finally able to kill a few more Tartars to avenge his grudge!

The moment he clashed with the Tartar light cavalry, A Liang directly used his armor to withstand the Tartar light cavalry's slashes.

At the same time, he gripped the curved sword tightly and slashed down at the waist.

"Pfft—"

The Tartar light cavalryman was instantly slashed open in the abdomen, his intestines and internal organs bursting out.

A sudden feeling of powerlessness washed over him. The Tartar light cavalryman fell to the ground, but he was not yet dead. Instead, he howled and desperately tried to stuff his spilled intestines back into his body.

After only a few breaths, the wails of the Tartar light cavalry gradually weakened and eventually faded away.

The Xuanjia cavalry swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable force, easily breaking through the blockade of hundreds of Tatar light cavalry.

The Tatar Khan's troops, which had been slowly retreating, suddenly stopped and then quickly increased their retreat speed.

The sudden increase in speed caused chaos within the team.

At the same time, several urgent horn calls sounded in succession from the Tatar Khan's ranks.

The group of Tartar cavalrymen who were slaughtering the city guards suddenly froze, turned around to look, and their expressions changed instantly.

The Khan's evacuation party has been attacked, and the situation is critical!