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

A large crowd of people gathered in front of the soup kitchen, with at least several thousand refugees waiting to receive porridge.

During this period, many refugees suffered from cold and hunger, and were already on the verge of collapse.

Finally, the camp announced that they would be distributing porridge today, and everyone had lined up in neat rows, but for some reason, the scene suddenly turned into chaos.

At this moment, some ill-intentioned individuals secretly stirred up trouble in the crowd, making the situation even more chaotic.

The refugees at the back of the crowd were afraid that if they were too slow, they wouldn't even get a sip of porridge, so they pushed forward even more desperately.

The refugees pushed and shoved each other, and those who accidentally fell to the ground were trampled on repeatedly. Cries and shouts of anger echoed through the crowd.

There were only about a hundred soldiers stationed at the soup kitchen. They didn't expect that the refugees, who were originally queuing up properly, would suddenly turn into a mess.

The soldiers could only stand in front of the soup kitchen and desperately try to stop the refugees from pushing forward.

Some refugees, their eyes bloodshot, saw that they couldn't push away the soldiers in front of them, and began to bite them.

A soldier frowned, looking at the refugee biting at his shoulder, a troubled expression on his face, unsure of how to deal with it.

Zhao Daxuan sat upright on his horse, watching this scene, and his expression immediately darkened.

His eyes swept across the crowd, and he activated his level 3 skill, "Observational Skill." This time, he didn't examine them closely; he didn't look at their physical attributes or their courage, but only at their character.

At a glance, one can clearly discern the true nature of people's hearts.

Zhao Daxuan could see clearly that several people in the crowd had greed and violence in their eyes.

These people stared intently at the grain bags behind the soup kitchen; they looked down on the thin porridge that barely contained any rice.

Their real purpose was to prepare the few bags of grain behind the soup kitchen for cooking.

These people are clearly deliberately stirring up trouble and disrupting the situation, preparing to take advantage of the famine and chaos to loot food.

Two other people, with cold eyes, hid in the crowd, remaining silent but deliberately stirring up trouble and fanning the flames.

Most of the remaining people were simply panicked due to hunger and the chaotic crowd; they were not deliberately causing trouble, but were just going with the flow.

Among them were a few people who, despite looking pale and sickly, did not fight or grab. Instead, they reached out to protect the elderly, women, and children nearby, trying to calm the crowd and maintain order.

In an instant, the good and evil of humanity among the refugees were laid bare.

When Zhao Daxuan and his group arrived, a 500-man infantry unit that had been training outside the camp also arrived outside the refugee crowd. It was the swordsmen and shieldmen led by Zhao Fubao.

However, they did not draw their longswords at this moment. Instead, they used heavy shields to push through the crowd and protect the soup kitchen.

Zhao Fubao stared at the still chaotic crowd ahead, his face ashen. Even though they were shouting and trying to control the situation, it had little effect.

When his eyes swept across the crowd and spotted Zhao Daxuan sitting upright on horseback, his face lit up with ecstatic joy.

He gave instructions to the soldiers beside him, and then led twenty men to force their way through the crowd, going against the flow of people to stand in front of Zhao Daxuan.

"My lord, you're back! The refugees at the soup kitchen suddenly rioted. I brought men to control the situation, but with little success."

Zhao Fubao looked at Zhao Daxuan with a look of shame on his face.

"It's alright, it's not your fault. The reason for the chaos is that someone in the crowd is causing trouble. Identify those few people and take them down!"

Zhao Daxuan stared at several men deliberately causing trouble in the crowd with a stern face, pointed to their location, and described their physical characteristics in detail.

Zhao Fubao and his men carefully noted down the locations and characteristics of those people, their faces beaming with joy, before turning and rushing into the crowd.

They squeezed back into the crowd, splitting into several groups. Soon they dragged out the eight men who had deliberately caused trouble, brought them to the porridge distribution area, and pinned them to the ground.

"What are you doing? I didn't do anything, why are you arresting me? These soldiers are arresting people randomly!"

A squinty-eyed man, pinned to the ground, struggled desperately, shouting at the top of his lungs.

The others followed suit, shouting that the soldiers were arbitrarily arresting people.

The commotion caused by the arrest of these individuals caused the noisy crowd to pause slightly and quiet down considerably.

The madness in the eyes of the chaotic refugees gradually faded, replaced by a hint of fear.

The fear felt when facing tough officers and soldiers is an instinctive reaction ingrained in the bones of the people of Daxia.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan also dismounted and came to the soup kitchen. Looking at the men who were being held down on the ground, he snorted coldly.

"Hmph! Search them!"

"promise!"

Several soldiers immediately stepped forward and searched the men's belongings, which caused them to struggle even more fiercely.

In just a few breaths, several daggers and a letter were found on the bodies of the men on the ground, and the soldiers presented them to Zhao Daxuan.

Zhao Daxuan opened the letter and found it contained detailed information about the area outside Zhenbei City and the defenses on the city walls.

Zhao Daxuan looked surprised, walked up to the man who had found the letter, and gently squatted down.

This man was the small-eyed man who had been stirring things up in the crowd and who had shouted the loudest after being caught.

"Didn't you say the soldiers were arbitrarily arresting people? Look at this!"

The squinty-eyed man's face was deathly pale. He forced his small eyes wide open, a hint of fear flashing across his face as he looked at Zhao Daxuan pleadingly.

"My lord, spare me! I didn't write this letter. I don't know how it ended up on me. Please, have mercy!"

Zhao Daxuan ignored his pleas for mercy and stood up, looking at the group of refugees in front of him.

"I am Zhao Daxuan, the Commandant of the Wangbei Camp in Zhenbei City!"

"I know that everyone in the village is going through a tough time, so I set up this soup kitchen in the hopes that everyone can get through this difficult period."

"But if anyone doesn't want to follow the rules, then you are absolutely not welcome here. Either leave on your own, or you'll end up like these people."

As he spoke, he pointed to the men on the ground and raised the envelope and dagger in his hand.

"These people not only intend to disrupt order, but they are also Tartar spies. Since you have come to me yourselves, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Zhao Fubao, listen to my command! Kill them!"

Zhao Daxuan shouted angrily, and Zhao Fubao stepped forward from behind him.

With a wave of his hand, his soldiers grabbed several men and drew their long swords from their waists.

Seeing the soldiers preparing to use their knives, one man's legs went weak and he lost his balance.

If it weren't for the soldiers holding him tightly from behind, he would probably have collapsed to the ground immediately.

The squinty-eyed man's legs trembled uncontrollably, his crotch was soaked, and a foul stench emanated from him, causing the two soldiers holding him to frown.

The remaining few were just as helpless; when the cold, long knife was placed against their necks, almost all of them cried out and begged for mercy.

The only person who didn't cry and beg for mercy wasn't tough; instead, he had a blank stare, trembling lips, and a deathly pale face, looking like he'd lost his soul.

"kill!"

Zhao Fubao gave a cold shout, and his soldiers slashed down with their longswords, instantly sending eight heads rolling to the ground.