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

Zhenbei City, the core camp, the general's tent.

Yue Zhenyuan leaned against the bed, his eyes closed, one hand gently rubbing his temples, his brows furrowed.

A guard carefully brought over a bowl of medicine and whispered, "General, it's time to drink your medicine."

Yue Zhenyuan opened his eyes, glanced at the medicinal soup, and gently shook his head.

"I'm not drinking it anymore. What's the point? What's giving me a headache are those useless people! This bowl of medicine can't possibly cure them."

Upon hearing this, the guard shrank back, not daring to say anything more, and could only stand aside with the medicine soup in his hands, caught in a dilemma.

Yue Zhenyuan glanced at the personal guard beside him, unwilling to make things difficult for him. He sighed softly, then beckoned and took the bowl of steaming medicine from the guard's hands.

"What did the doctor say just now?"

Yue Zhenyuan gently blew on the medicine soup and softly asked his personal guards.

"The doctor said that your old illness has relapsed, General. You need to recuperate for a period of time and you should not overexert yourself, otherwise your condition may worsen."

The guard lowered his head and truthfully repeated what the doctor had told him when he left.

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhenyuan couldn't help but shake his head with a wry smile.

He longed to rest and recuperate properly, and to stop worrying himself.

But given the reality, how could he dare to relax even a little?

Leaving aside today's major battle, the daily affairs of the tens of thousands of troops in Zhenbei City alone are enough to keep him busy with military matters, and he can't stop thinking all day long.

Yue Zhenyuan immediately forgot the doctor's instructions. It was always the same thing, nothing new. If he could do it himself, why would he need the doctor's instructions?

Feeling the temperature of the medicine in his hand drop slightly, Yue Zhenyuan took a small sip.

Suddenly the curtain was lifted, and another guard walked in and quickly came to Yue Zhenyuan's bedside.

"General, several captains have been waiting outside the tent for quite some time. Shall we let them in?"

Yue Zhenyuan's hand, holding the medicine soup, paused in mid-air. A hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes, and he let out a cold snort.

"Hmph! They still have the nerve to come see me? Tell them to get the hell out here!"

The guard responded and quickly walked towards the tent. In just a few breaths, four figures lifted the tent flap and cautiously walked in.

Upon entering the tent, the group moved with unprecedented caution, careful not to make a sound that might disturb Yue Zhenyuan.

They slowly walked to Yue Zhenyuan's bedside, looked at Yue Zhenyuan's gloomy face, exchanged glances, and then bowed in unison.

"Your subordinate is incompetent, please punish me, General."

Upon hearing their voices, Yue Zhenyuan felt an inexplicable surge of anger rise within him.

The headache, which had subsided slightly, suddenly worsened, and my temples started throbbing again.

"You know you're incompetent? Do you really think I wouldn't dare punish you?"

Yue Zhenyuan's eyes blazed with fury as he turned to look at the captains over there, but then his brows furrowed instantly.

"What's going on? Why isn't Captain Wei Feng here? He was the one who made the most noise when we went out of the city to wipe out the fleeing Tartar soldiers, so why doesn't he dare to come see me now?"

Yue Zhenyuan clenched his teeth, breathing heavily, his eyes wide as he stared at Chu Hanchuan and the other captains in front of him, his killing intent palpable.

"Send him to see me immediately, or I will petition to have him removed from his post as captain!"

Once Yue Zhenyuan reached the rank of Colonel, he no longer had the authority to appoint or dismiss officials at will; he could only make suggestions, and the appointment or dismissal could only be formally approved by the imperial court.

Chu Hanchuan and Leng Wuye exchanged glances, and then the other two infantry captains gently nudged Chu Hanchuan, signaling him to speak.

Chu Hanchuan glared at the two of them before reluctantly stepping forward and speaking cautiously.

"Reporting back to the general, Lieutenant Wei Feng... he has already died in battle, and his body has just been brought back."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yue Zhenyuan's expression changed, and he sat up straight instantly, not even caring that the medicine in his hand had spilled all over him due to the rapid shaking of his body.

Yue Zhenyuan was stunned for a moment before letting out a long sigh, "Alas, let him die. It was his fate to suffer this calamity."

Then, staring blankly at the medicinal soup in his hand, he asked softly, "Tell me, what were the battle losses today?"

When this question came up, Chu Hanchuan hesitated and dared not speak.

Yue Zhenyuan's face darkened, and his voice was as cold as ice.

"explain!"

Chu Hanchuan felt the oppressive aura emanating from Yue Zhenyuan on the bed. His voice trembled slightly as he forced himself to speak.

"General... Our army suffered over 3,700 dead, over 1,000 seriously wounded, and nearly half of our warhorses lost today..."

Before Chu Hanchuan could finish speaking, Yue Zhenyuan, enraged, smashed the ceramic bowl containing the medicinal soup at Chu Hanchuan's feet.

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

Yue Zhenyuan roared, his lips trembling with rage, and pointed at the people in front of him with his trembling hand.

"What did I tell you before we left the city? I told you to be careful and not to take credit for anything!"

"And look at you! You chased after a defeated army and still suffered such heavy losses. Believe me, I'll petition to have you all dismissed from your posts today!"

As Yue Zhenyuan spoke, he got so angry that he got out of bed, walked up to the group, and spat out words.

As he spoke, Yue Zhenyuan felt a rush of blood to his head, his vision blurred, and he staggered back two steps before collapsing back onto the bed.

Upon seeing this, several guards exclaimed in alarm and rushed forward to support Yue Zhenyuan.

Several guards pressed and kneaded Yue Zhenyuan's temples, and it took him a while to recover.

As Yue Zhenyuan slumped back onto the bed in anger, a guard outside the tent lifted the curtain and entered.

Seeing Yue Zhenyuan's appearance, she only dared to stand quietly to the side and wait until Yue Zhenyuan opened his eyes before carefully stepping forward.

"General, Commandant Zhao Daxuan is waiting outside the tent, wishing to see you."

Yue Zhenyuan's eyes lit up, and he said urgently, "Quickly, quickly, invite him in!"

The guard quickly invited Zhao Daxuan in.

The tent flap was gently lifted, and Zhao Daxuan, dressed in blood-stained heavy armor, strode in with a calm expression.

After several major battles, Zhao Daxuan's demeanor became increasingly sharp.

Standing there without even uttering a word, one could feel a sharp sword being drawn.

That's the sharpness that can only be honed amidst piles of dead bodies on the battlefield.

Zhao Daxuan glanced into the tent and saw several captains huddled to the side with their heads down, not daring to make a sound, and Yue Zhenyuan sitting on the bed with a face full of anger.

He then realized the reason for the angry shouts he had heard while waiting outside the tent!

However, none of this concerned him. He calmly bowed to Yue Zhenyuan.

"Your subordinate greets the General. I heard you were unwell, so I came to visit you and report on our achievements today."

Yue Zhenyuan's expression softened slightly, and he waved to Zhao Daxuan.

"Come here, sit down next to me and we'll talk."

Zhao Daxuan smiled and did not refuse. He walked over and sat on the bed, then began to report to Yue Zhenyuan.

Seeing this, the captains who were huddled to the side had a hint of jealousy in their eyes.

Such differential treatment made them feel somewhat embarrassed.