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

The sight of hundreds of armored cavalry charging towards the Tatar Khan's army instantly ignited the fury of all the Tatar cavalry.

The leader of the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry looked furious and roared.

"Back up! Protect the Khan!"

The Tartar cavalry, which had been rampaging through the city guards, came to a sudden stop, like a mad horse whose reins had been tightly pulled.

Then, as if manipulated by a black thread, they quickly changed direction and frantically rushed back to aid the Tatar Khan.

The strategy of "besieging Wei to rescue Zhao" has succeeded!

However, Zhao Daxuan did not immediately lead his troops to retreat, but instead remained at a distance, constantly threatening the Tartar army.

At the same time, Zhao Daxuan was using the Sun-Chasing Divine Bow to shoot down the cavalry in the Tatar Khan's army.

It wasn't that he didn't want to shoot the Tatar Khan, who might not be dead yet, but the Tatar Khan was currently protected in the center of the ranks, making it impossible for him to make a move.

After the Tartar army changed direction, they were not far from Zhao Daxuan's troops.

Seeing that the two sides were getting closer and closer, Zhao Daxuan immediately turned his horse around.

"withdraw!"

At his command, hundreds of Xuanjia cavalrymen followed Zhao Daxuan and turned back the way they had come.

After returning to reinforce, the Tartar cavalry saw Zhao Daxuan's troops retreating, so they sent out another thousand Canglang Iron Cavalry to pursue Zhao Daxuan's Xuanjia Tuqi.

They chased for quite a distance but still couldn't catch up with the Xuanjia Cavalry.

After chasing for some distance, they stopped when they heard the bugle call from the Tartar army and rejoined their ranks.

Seeing that the pursuers had stopped chasing, Zhao Daxuan led his troops to stay a kilometer or two away from the Tartar army.

As soon as the Tartars sent out cavalry, Zhao Daxuan would withdraw, and when the cavalry returned to their ranks, they would come back again.

The main objective was to prevent the Tartar army from having the idea of ​​launching a counterattack again.

Just as Zhao Daxuan was hanging behind the Tartar army again, a pair of eyes blazing with fire, like venomous snakes, stared intently at them from within the Tartar army.

Then the owner of those eyes looked at a burly Tartar man riding a tall black horse beside him, one of his arms bare, his tone filled with deep resentment.

"Iron Bone, are you just going to retreat like this?"

Tieguer frowned, staring at the cavalry force that was clinging to them like a leech a kilometer or two away.

After a long silence, he finally sighed helplessly.

"Tuoba Ying, let's retreat! At least fifty li!"

"The Khan's fate is now unknown; we must not take any more risks!"

Upon hearing this, Tuoba Ying turned around and looked towards the center of the retreating column.

That was where Möngke Khan was located, but at this moment it was completely surrounded.

Even he and Ironbear could not get close.

Tuoba Ying pursed his lips tightly and remained silent.

But Tieguer knew that Tuoba Ying had already tacitly agreed to this temporary retreat.

The Tatar cavalry, having successfully returned to reinforce, escorted the Tatar Khan's troops and slowly retreated northward, showing no immediate signs of returning to fight.

The city guards, who had been swept away and scattered, were finally able to catch their breath.

But they dared not linger, and instead fled towards Zhenbei City.

Chu Hanchuan was in the fleeing ranks at this time. Riding a warhorse was too conspicuous. After seeing Wei Feng being killed by the Tartars in the first instance, he abandoned his horse and fled.

He mingled in the fleeing crowd, and no one cared that he was a high-ranking captain. Some even pushed him to the ground in order to get ahead.

In the chaos, Chu Hanchuan couldn't see who had pushed him down, and he felt extremely resentful but helpless.

Chu Hanchuan, who had fallen to the ground, was trampled several times by the fleeing group behind him. He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground with all his might.

Fortunately, he was physically strong. If it were an ordinary person, falling to the ground in the chaotic crowd would have resulted in death or serious injury.

Even though he wasn't seriously injured, he wasn't in much better shape at the moment. Chu Hanchuan's face was covered in bruises, and his cheeks were swollen.

His armor was crooked and twisted, and his helmet had fallen off at some point; by the time he noticed, it was nowhere to be found.

Chu Hanchuan looked around; none of the faces around him belonged to his subordinates.

At this point, the fleeing city guards were in a state where the generals couldn't find their soldiers and the soldiers couldn't find their generals; they all fled for their lives.

With a sigh, they could only pull themselves together and flee with the troops towards Zhenbei City. No one dared to linger, fearing that the Tartar army would attack again.

Just as Chu Hanchuan was fleeing in despair, a troop of Black Armored Cavalry galloped past him, but then turned their horses around and stopped not far from him.

"Could it be Commandant Chu?"

From within the Black Armored Cavalry ranks came Leng Wuye's hesitant voice.

Chu Hanchuan looked up with delight at the cavalry ahead and saw Leng Wuye, his face covered in blood, sitting upright on his horse, looking at him.

"That's right! It's me!"

"Captain Leng, quickly help me up!"

Leng Wuye's eyes flickered as he looked at Chu Hanchuan, who was covered in dust and dirt, his usual cold and aloof demeanor nowhere to be seen.

Realizing that he wasn't much better off, he sighed softly with a complicated expression.

"Captain Chu, since it's you, let's go back to the city together."

Leng Wuye nodded and waved for his soldiers to give up a warhorse for Chu Hanchuan to ride.

"Thank you for your help, Captain Leng!" Chu Hanchuan looked grateful, mounted his horse, and bowed to Leng Wuye.

"You're welcome!"

Upon hearing this, Leng Wuye shook his head.

Chu Hanchuan's heart sank as he looked at Leng Wuye's remaining few hundred cavalrymen.

"Captain Leng, how come you only have so few troops left?"

Leng Wuye's cheeks twitched slightly. Although he was reluctant to bring up the issue, he remained silent for a while before finally offering a muffled explanation.

"Alas, the Tartars' Grey Wolf Iron Cavalry deliberately targeted our Black Armor Battalion, charging back and forth through our cavalry ranks several times, scattering our ranks into pieces."

"Now that they have retreated, I have only managed to recall a few hundred people, and I haven't even had time to count their exact numbers."

"I see that some of the troops have scattered and fled. Some of them should rejoin the group later, but it's inevitable that nearly half of them will be killed or wounded this time."

"This time we've suffered a crushing defeat. I'm afraid we won't be able to withstand the general's wrath when we return! Lieutenant Chu, please plead on my behalf later!"

Leng Wuye sighed deeply, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

Chu Hanchuan opened his mouth, but the joy that had just appeared on his face quickly faded, and he turned pale again.

"Captain Leng, are you kidding me?"

"Now I'm barely able to protect myself, while you still have hundreds of cavalrymen by your side, whereas I don't have a single soldier left!"

He felt a surge of frustration. Now that he had been separated from his soldiers, he didn't know how many soldiers he had lost. He could only count them slowly after returning to the city.

But Yue Zhenyuan's anger was absolutely unavoidable.

What angered him even more was that it was Zhao Daxuan who helped them escape from the Tartars' swords!

Moreover, with just a few hundred riders, they solved a problem that even tens of thousands of people could not handle.

This situation made him even more embarrassed, and he not only refused to mention it, but even subconsciously avoided the fact.

Chu Hanchuan nodded with a gloomy face. "Let's go. We can't avoid this hurdle."

Subsequently, Chu Hanchuan and Leng Wuye's hundreds of cavalrymen headed towards the city gate.