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

Fifty carts carried more than two thousand heads from the Wangbei Village camp to the city walls of Zhenbei.

These fifty carts were temporarily made by skilled craftsmen in the camp during the past few days when they were digging trenches and transporting soil.

Each cart was piled with more than forty bloody Tartar heads, and blood dripped from the carts onto the yellowish-brown earth.

Zhao Daxuan rode his warhorse at the very front of the procession. When they arrived at the city gate, the gate, which usually required a long time of shouting before it would open, was now a different story.

Today, however, they didn't even need to greet them; the gates were opened for them as soon as they arrived at the city walls.

Then a centurion-like sergeant ran out of the city and ran to the front of the team transporting the head, smiling.

As he drew nearer, a strong stench of blood mixed with a chilling atmosphere assaulted his senses.

The centurion choked slightly, frowned imperceptibly, then bowed deeply to Zhao Daxuan and spoke with a smile.

"Greetings, Lord Zhao! Thank you for your contributions to Zhenbei City!"

One shouldn't hit a smiling face, so the other party not only opened the city gate on their own initiative but also came out to pay their respects, to which Zhao Daxuan responded with a smile.

"No need for formalities, please rise. I'm merely fulfilling my duty!"

"We're returning to register our battle achievements. Is the General upstairs?"

The centurion shook his head slightly.

"Today's battle losses were too great. The general may have been traumatized and is suffering from a splitting headache. He has now returned to the core camp to recuperate."

Zhao Daxuan was taken aback upon hearing this, and frowned as he asked, "How is the General's condition?"

The centurion gave an awkward smile.

"My lord, this... I don't know."

Zhao Daxuan then realized that he had asked the wrong person in his haste, and shook his head helplessly.

"It's alright, I'll go and see for myself. Now that we're about to enter the city, please let us pass."

The centurion nodded vigorously and said with a smile, "Sir, please feel free to come and go as you please. From now on, whenever I'm on duty, you can enter or leave the city whenever you wish!"

Zhao Daxuan simply smiled politely and didn't take the other person's words seriously.

If the situation becomes critical, even if I want to enter the city, the other side might not open the city gates.

The centurion stepped aside, clearing a path for Zhao Daxuan to lead his large contingent into the city.

Zhao Daxuan, dressed in blood-stained heavy armor, rode a tall horse and slowly entered the city.

Behind them, dozens of soldiers from the Wangbei Camp, pushing wooden carts loaded with the heads of Tartars, straightened their backs and stood tall with high spirits.

The city guards on both sides of the city gate looked at the soldiers of Wangbei Camp with admiration and watched them enter the city.

Early this morning, they had a clear view of the battle outside Zhenbei City from the city tower.

The intensity of this war is unprecedented in recent years.

And this is the first time in nearly ten years that so many Tartars have been killed in one go!

I've also heard that the soldiers in Wangbei Camp have excellent daily meals, not only eating their fill at every meal but also having meat with every meal!

The soldiers at the city gate looked on with envy, wishing they could be the soldiers of the Wangbei Camp pushing carts in the front ranks.

After the group from Wangbei Camp entered the city, pairs of eyes peered out of the windows of the houses on both sides of the road, staring intently at the strange convoy.

This train caravan wasn't carrying provisions; instead, it was piled high with dozens of bloody human heads.

"Mother, is that a Tartar's head?"

In a small house, a pair of bright little eyes looked out through the window.

Looking at the cartloads of Tartar heads being pushed along the road, I felt that the faces on those heads were very unfamiliar and did not resemble Han people.

The woman standing next to the little boy nodded upon hearing this, a look of satisfaction and gratitude in her eyes.

These damned Tartars killed his father by disemboweling him 10 years ago.

Seeing so many Tartar heads, the woman felt no fear, but rather a surge of pleasure.

"That's right, Xiao An, these are the heads of the Tartars!"

Xiao An opened his eyes wide, looking curiously at the head on the wooden cart outside, and then at the soldier pushing the cart.

These soldiers all stood tall and straight, full of energy, exuding a unique aura.

Xiao An's eyes lit up, and she suddenly turned to look at the woman beside her, saying, "Mother, when I grow up, I want to be a soldier too!"

Upon hearing this, the woman's expression changed. "What nonsense are you talking about? Soldiers never end well!"

As the woman was speaking, she suddenly changed the subject.

"Of course, do you see that lord at the front of the formation? Unless you join his army, Mother doesn't think it's impossible."

Xiao An stared intently at Zhao Zixuan at the front of the group, feeling that he was imposing and his spirit was even stronger than that of General Yue Zhenyuan, whom he had seen from afar.

Xiao An'an said firmly, "Mother, don't worry, I will definitely serve as that official's soldier!"

A relieved smile appeared on the woman's face. She patted Xiao An's head and looked up at the long convoy of cars outside the window again.

Zhao Daxuan rode his warhorse toward the core camp. There weren't many people on the street, but he could feel the eager gazes coming from the houses on both sides.

As they walked some distance into the city, many residents who had been hiding in their rooms finally couldn't resist opening their doors and coming out.

An old man carrying his own dried meat came to Zhao Daxuan's warhorse.

He raised his head to look at the tall warhorse in front of him, and his hands trembled as he picked up the dried meat.

"My lord, thank you for killing so many Tartars. This has avenged my son."

"It's nothing of value, please accept it, sir, otherwise I will feel uneasy."

Before Zhao Daxuan could respond, several people surrounded him.

An old woman carrying a small basket of eggs came up to Zhao Daxuan.

"Sir, please accept these. They're nothing valuable, please don't look down on them."

In addition, hunters brought animal hides, woodcutters brought wild fruits, doctors brought hemostatic powder, and farmers brought their own vegetables.

A group of people cried and begged Zhao Daxuan to accept their gifts.

Those who arrived late, unable to get close to Zhao Daxuan, turned around and stuffed the gifts they were carrying into the arms of the other soldiers of the Wangbei Camp behind them.

The soldiers were scrambling and pushing, but they couldn't stop the civilians from stuffing the people into their arms.

Zhao Daxuan shook his head with a wry smile.

"Thank you for your kindness, folks. I'll accept the gifts!"

"Just leave the things at the city gate. We'll take them back after we leave the city. I'll remember everyone's kindness."

"I still need to report the battle situation to the general. Folks, please go home now. Thank you!"

As soon as Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, someone in the crowd shouted, "Don't block the lord's way! Don't delay his business!"

The crowd surrounding Zhao Daxuan made way for him, and Zhao Daxuan nodded to them before the special transport convoy continued its journey.