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

The Xuanjia cavalry followed far behind the Tartar army, trailing for ten miles before finally stopping their horses.

"Alright, let's go back!"

Zhao Daxuan sat upright on his horse, watching the departing procession, then turned his horse around and headed towards the Wangbei Village camp.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhao Daxuan led his Xuanjia cavalry past the battlefield where the Tartar army had just annihilated the city guards.

Zhao Daxuan glanced at the corpses scattered across the ground, then looked at the swords, armor, and warhorses strewn across the battlefield, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"These spoils are all ours! We can't let anyone else take them!"

"Old Li, leave most of the men behind to clean up the battlefield and inventory the spoils!"

"We'll bring our swordsmen and shieldmen back to clean this up together when we get back. We absolutely can't let anyone else get these things!"

Li Changming was taken aback upon hearing this, and hesitated before speaking.

"But sir, will those guys in the city guards agree to this?"

Zhao Daxuan chuckled and waved his hand dismissively.

"Don't worry, it's not their place to object!"

"Leaving aside the fact that these are already spoils of war that the general promised us, just the fact that we saved their lives means these spoils should rightfully be ours!"

Li Changming's eyes lit up, and he nodded vigorously, smiling as he replied, "No problem, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

After saying that, he looked at Ah Liang beside him and instructed, "Ah Liang, you stay here with the men. I'll go back and gather the swordsmen and shieldmen to come and help!"

Ah Liang smiled and nodded in agreement, "Hehehe, I'll arrange it right away."

Afterwards, A Liang ordered a group of Xuanjia cavalry to stay behind and clear the spoils of war from the battlefield.

They were the first to gather all the warhorses that were neighing incessantly on the battlefield together.

Among them, there were more than 500 intact warhorses, worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, which was equivalent to a year's salary for a thousand soldiers.

This doesn't even include the warhorses that have scattered around the battlefield; to gather all the warhorses together, there would be at least a thousand.

Ah Liang couldn't stop smiling as he looked at the warhorses arranged in a circle. At this moment, the sadness in his heart was somewhat diluted by the joy of the harvest.

He then ordered the clearing away of the Tartar baggage and scattered weapons left behind.

"Hey? Look, this guy looks like a captain in the city guard!"

A soldier pointed to a corpse on the ground with a protruding belly, his voice tinged with surprise.

Upon hearing this, Ah Liang walked over and immediately recognized the man as Wei Feng, a captain of the city guards!

He had seen it from afar several times before when he went in and out of the city; it was Li Erlong who introduced it to him.

I never imagined that I would die on the battlefield, my head separated from my body.

"This man is a captain in the city guards. Let's put him aside and save him some face!"

Although this person had a bad reputation, Ah Liang still instructed his men to treat him alone, and then turned around again to look for his spoils.

The scattered grain and fodder scattered throughout the battlefield were quickly piled up together.

The total amount was several thousand bushels, enough to feed tens of thousands of people for a month or so.

The Tatar cavalry's previous provisions had been burned by Zhao Daxuan, so the provisions they now possessed must have been obtained by the Tatars from recent plundering of nearby villages and towns.

The largest quantity was also scimitars, numbering in the thousands. Ah Liang led his men to wander the battlefield and collect them, but it seemed they could never be finished.

If Uncle Li hadn't quickly brought over a thousand refugees from the camp to help collect the loot, even if Ah Liang broke his back, he still wouldn't have been able to finish.

"Uncle Li, how many of these scimitars have you collected yet?"

Ah Liang, supporting his aching back, tossed a bundle of curved knives onto the ground where they were temporarily stored, then turned to look at Li Changming beside him.

Li Changming's lips unconsciously curled up. "I just roughly counted, and there are already about three thousand. I estimate that there will be five or six thousand after we collect them all."

Ah Liang's eyes lit up as he asked, "So many! Uncle Li, how much do you think all these curved knives are worth?"

Li Changming thought for a moment, then said uncertainly, "The exact price depends on the quality of these scimitars, but it should be at least tens of thousands of taels of silver!"

"Tens of thousands of taels! We're rich! Hahaha..."

Ah Liang laughed excitedly.

Li Changming glared at A Liang fiercely, "What are you thinking? This money is not something you or I can mess with."

"Uncle Li, don't worry, how could I not know? I'm just happy for our Wangbei Camp!"

Ah Liang chuckled and patted his chest to show that he had no selfish motives.

Just as Ah Liang was smiling like a bright chrysanthemum, a soldier from the Wangbei Camp came running over, looking disheveled.

Ah Liang's beaming smile suddenly froze, and his expression instantly darkened.

"What's going on!"

"Brother Liang, some people came to steal our things, and when I refused, they hit me!"

"They say they were also involved in the battle, so they deserve a share of the spoils!"

The soldier had a large swelling on his face, his body was covered in dust, and his eyes were filled with resentment as he looked at Li Changming and A Liang in front of him.

Ah Liang's face immediately turned angry. "Where did this bastard come from? Are you looking for death? Where are they?!"

"There they are! They're all the city's guards!" The soldier covered his face and pointed to the edge of the battlefield.

"Uncle Li, look at those bastards!"

Ah Liang gritted his teeth, a hint of anger brewing in his voice.

Li Changming had already seen the hundreds of city guards, and his expression darkened.

At the edge of the battlefield, hundreds of city guards were sneaking in from the direction of Zhenbei City, picking up spoils of war.

They not only attacked their own people, but also blatantly stole the spoils of war!

How could Li Changming and A Liang tolerate this?

"Gather the brothers, let's go over there and demand an explanation!"

Li Changming spoke slowly, his voice icy cold.

Ah Liang took out the bone whistle from his chest and blew it loudly.

Immediately, the Xuanjia cavalry scattered around the battlefield quickly converged on them.

"Brothers, someone's trying to steal our loot. Let's go find them and demand an explanation."

More than three hundred men rode their warhorses in a grand procession toward the hundreds of city guards.

Upon hearing the sound of orderly hooves, the hundreds of city guards who were searching for spoils of war simultaneously shuddered, instinctively thinking that the Tartars had returned.

Li Changming and A Liang, leading several hundred cavalry, stopped in front of the city guards, looking down at them and speaking coldly.

"All the spoils here are ours, get out of here!"

As Li Changming finished speaking, hundreds of city guards looked at a man with triangular eyes who seemed to be their leader.

The man with triangular eyes, initially intimidated by the imposing presence of Li Changming's hundreds of cavalry, instinctively shrank back, wanting to retreat into the ranks.

But with hundreds of eyes watching him, he was caught in a dilemma.

After hesitating for a moment, he looked at Li Changming, gritted his teeth and spoke, but his voice was clearly lacking in confidence.

"My lord, we also participated in this great battle. Now, what's wrong with us taking some spoils of war?"

"You'd better not be so domineering. We are under the command of Captain Wei Feng of the City Guard!"

"Your Lord Zhao is merely a captain; he still has to bow and greet our lord!"

As soon as the man with the triangular eyes finished speaking, Ah Liang's expression turned strange.

"Are you sure you're under Captain Wei Feng's command?"

Upon hearing this, the man with triangular eyes straightened up, slightly raised his chin towards Ah Liang, and spoke with pride in his tone.

"That's right! Genuine, no doubt about it! You'd better be sensible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the triangular eyes did not see Ah Liang looking terrified.

Instead, he watched as the other person's mouth stretched wider and wider until they finally burst out laughing.

"Hahahaha...I'm dying of laughter!"