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

When Zhao Daxuan arrived at the camp outside the city, the area was filled with refugees, a vast and swarming mass that made Zhao Daxuan frown.

Gathering so many people together is also a potential danger; they might do anything if they get desperately hungry.

However, Zhenbei City had no other resettlement policies, so they simply and brutally drove them back to their original places, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Zhao Daxuan frowned, sat on his horse, and stepped into the Wangbei Village camp.

When he arrived at his tent, several key figures from the sword-and-shield soldiers and the Xuanjia cavalry had already arrived upon hearing the news.

Zhao Daxuan smiled and ushered them into the tent.

"You guys are pretty quick. Come on in."

Li Erlong and the others followed Zhao Daxuan into the tent. Zhao Daxuan casually sat down on a chair in the tent and gestured for everyone to sit down and talk as well.

"Now that the great battle has just ended, there are too many things to deal with. Everyone should cooperate with each other. If you have any problems, come to me."

He then proceeded to assign tasks that needed to be handled, and only after everyone nodded in agreement did he continue speaking.

"There are two other things."

"The first issue concerns the refugees. There are currently 20,000 to 30,000 refugees inside and outside the camp, and the Tartars have also abducted more than 10,000 people."

"We need to find a way to properly resettle the 20,000 to 30,000 people in the outer suburbs of the city."

"The old method in Zhenbei City is to drive them back to where they were, but that would only push them into a fire."

"The more than 10,000 people captured by the Tartars must not be able to move quickly. After resting for two days, the Xuanjia cavalry will go to intercept them and rescue as many as they can."

"The second thing is that Captain Leng from the Black Armor Camp will be coming to buy warhorses from us later. Fu Bao, among our previous spoils of war, we had over a thousand top-quality warhorses. How many substandard warhorses did we have?"

After most of the day had passed, the count of the spoils had been completed. Zhao Fubao, who was in charge of tallying the spoils, stood up and began to introduce them.

"My lord, there are a total of 3152 warhorses this time, including 1435 top-quality warhorses and 1717 substandard warhorses."

Zhao Daxuan nodded. "Okay, pick out the 700 worst of the substandard warhorses. If Leng Wuye comes to buy warhorses later, give him these."

Li Changming and A Liang exchanged a glance, and hesitantly spoke.

"But sir, these substandard warhorses are only injured on the battlefield. They can recover in a few months. It's a pity to sell them at substandard prices!"

Zhao Daxuan laughed heartily and spoke loudly.

"Who said I was going to sell it at a substandard price?"

"My flawed horse, Zhao Daxuan's, is sold at the price of a top-quality horse!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Li and the others widened their eyes, slightly opened their mouths, and their eyes revealed an expression of disbelief.

"I knew the Black Armor Camp was rich, but I never expected them to be such suckers! Do they have so much money they don't know what to do with it?"

Li Erlong muttered to himself with a strange expression.

Zhao Fubao's eyes lit up, and his voice sounded somewhat excited.

"That's great! We'd be doing ourselves a disservice if we didn't take advantage of such a sucker!"

Li Changming and A Liang breathed a slight sigh of relief. Although they were still somewhat reluctant to part, they still spoke up.

"Ah Liang, let's immediately select the 700 worst warhorses!"

Zhao Daxuan nodded and added with a smile.

"It's not necessarily limited to 700 horses. Any horses with hidden defects or other problems will be picked out and sold to them!"

Everyone in the tent couldn't help but smile knowingly.

Li Changming and A Liang immediately stood up.

"My lord, let us now select the warhorses."

After Zhao Daxuan nodded in agreement, the two quickly turned and left, intending to select the worst batch of warhorses.

Inside the tent, the group continued discussing post-war matters when a soldier entered the tent shortly afterward.

"My lord, Captain Leng from the Black Armor Camp is here to see you. He says he has already spoken to you and is waiting outside the camp."

Zhao Daxuan smiled slightly.

"They arrived quite quickly."

Zhao Daxuan looked at everyone in the tent and said, "Everyone, please go about your business. Fu Bao, come with me to collect the money."

Then Zhao Daxuan led Zhao Fubao toward the camp entrance.

In fact, the gate of Wangbei Village camp is now only in name, having been destroyed in the great battle, with only half of the gate's outline remaining.

Outside the camp, Leng Wuye and five hundred soldiers from the Black Armor Camp waited anxiously.

After today's fierce battle, the soldiers of the Black Armor Battalion were exhausted and demoralized, completely losing their former invincible spirit.

In the past, they only fought against ordinary Tatar cavalrymen who were outnumbered and outmatched, but today they faced the Tatars' elite Canglang Iron Cavalry.

This battle shattered their past glory, and only now did they realize how vast the gap was between the Black Armor Battalion's strength and that of top-tier cavalry.

"Captain Leng, you've arrived quite quickly. Did you bring the money?"

Zhao Daxuan walked up to Leng Wuye's warhorse. Although Leng Wuye was riding high on his horse, Zhao Daxuan's disdainful gaze towards him remained strong.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan had already placed himself on the same level as Leng Wuye.

"Hmph! The silver notes are right here!"

Leng Wuye took out a stack of silver notes from his pocket, waved them in front of him, and then asked coldly.

Where is my warhorse?

"Don't rush, just follow me! By the way, my camp isn't big, you don't all need to come in."

After saying this, Zhao Daxuan turned and walked towards the back of the camp, where the temporary warhorse stables were located.

A cold glint flashed in Leng Wuye's eyes. He then dismounted, selected two men to accompany him into the camp, and followed behind Zhao Daxuan.

When Leng Wuye followed Zhao Daxuan to the stable, his eyes widened in surprise upon seeing the thousands of warhorses inside.

Wow, so many warhorses!

Zhao Daxuan withheld information from his report!

He actually didn't report it truthfully!

hateful!

There are so many warhorses, more than he had at his peak!

A surge of intense jealousy welled up inside Leng Wuye, and he clenched his fists, a sinister glint flashing in his eyes.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and said in a low voice, "Commander Zhao, you actually didn't report the true number of warhorses, selling me an extra thousand. I'll pretend I didn't see it!"

Zhao Daxuan glanced at Leng Wuye sideways.

"Buy it or don't, it's up to you. If you're not going to buy it, get out now!"

"you……!"

Leng Wuye's emotions, which had just calmed down, surged again. He took a few heavy breaths, feeling that he had suffered more anger today than he had in the past ten years.

Just as Leng Wuye was calming down, A Liang jogged over, leaned close to Zhao Daxuan's ear, and whispered something.

"My lord, the worst warhorses have been selected, totaling eight hundred!"

"Many of them suffered internal injuries on the battlefield, and even after recovery, they only have 60-70% of their peak physical abilities, making them unreliable and difficult to identify!"

"We were able to identify it by relying on our ten years of experience in horse breeding and some knowledge that suddenly came to mind in the past few days."

Zhao Daxuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction. Then he looked at Leng Wuye, a slight smile curving his lips.

"Captain Leng, don't say I didn't look out for you. Here's another hundred warhorses, making a total of eight hundred. Aren't I being generous enough?"