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

Inside Zhao Daxuan's tent at the Wangbei Village campsite.

Zhao Daxuan glanced around and saw that Li Erlong, Zhao Fubao, Li Changming, A Liang, and others were his most solid core members.

"Brothers, the Tartar army hasn't truly withdrawn yet, but don't be afraid, we have money and food!"

"Our first priority now is to drive out the Tartars, the second is to continue expanding our army, and the third is to carry out work relief and build fortifications."

Aside from the first point being that the objective conditions forced him to comply, the second and third points were actually more or less related to the best strategy that Shen Qingci suggested to him.

Although Zhao Daxuan has not yet agreed to take this path, his soul, which has traveled from the 21st century, makes him restless.

Unbeknownst to them, Zhao Daxuan's strategic direction had proactively shifted toward "stockpiling grain."

"I wounded the Khan of the Tartars with my arrow, and they are in a state of panic now. It shouldn't be difficult to drive them away."

"Old Li, your mission is harassment and night raids."

"Erlong, take your men and expedite the defensive works around the training camp. Let the others take a short rest."

"Fu Bao, take good care of those two steam engines; they might come in very handy someday."

Zhao Daxuan explained the specific tasks to everyone one by one, and Li Erlong and the others listened with great excitement.

Starting that afternoon, the training for the Xuan Tie Cavalry consisted of wandering around the Tartar camp and practicing their swordsmanship with their scouts.

Once the Tartars mobilize their large army, the Xuanjia Cavalry will turn and run, focusing on avoiding prolonged battles and engaging in stealthy harassment to keep the Tartars from having any peace.

Li Erlong led his swordsmen and shieldmen in drills outside the camp, and even set up a recruitment point.

However, the crisis had mostly passed by this time, and Zhao Daxuan had more uses for the money in his hands. Therefore, he could only announce that the resettlement allowance would be postponed, but many people still enthusiastically signed up.

The defensive works around the camp, which were mostly destroyed in yesterday's battle, were also put to use as a work-for-relief program, involving tens of thousands of refugees from the surrounding area.

In just one afternoon, the defensive works outside the camp were restored to their original state.

If it weren't for the bloodstains on the ground and the faint smell of blood in the air, they would have thought nothing had happened.

Zhao Daxuan stood in front of the array of swordsmen and shieldmen, but his gaze was fixed on the distance. Several kilometers away, a cavalryman was staring intently at their camp from a high place.

Li Erlong also noticed the Tartar scout dressed in barbarian clothing and frowned as he looked at Zhao Daxuan.

"Sir, a scout has actually come this far. I'll have someone chase after him right away."

Zhao Daxuan shook his head, a meaningful smile on his face.

"No need, let him see it. It won't hurt us to see it. It's good for him to take back the news that our army is strong and our morale is high."

Li Erlong nodded thoughtfully, then ignored the scout and focused on organizing the training of the shield bearers.

That evening, Zhao Daxuan did not return to Zhenbeicheng, but stayed at the Wangbei Village camp.

Zhao Daxuan and his soldiers squatted in the center of the camp eating together.

"Brothers, you've worked hard, eat more! We soldiers are like soldiers who have their heads tied to their waistbands, they could be killed at any moment."

Zhao Daxuan held the bowl and swallowed the food in his mouth in one gulp.

"But if you follow me, Zhao Daxuan, I must guarantee you enough to eat. Otherwise, why would you risk your lives for me?"

The soldiers around Zhao Daxuan looked at him with eyes that shone with admiration.

Many people who had recently joined the Wangbei Battalion had already heard a great deal about Zhao Daxuan's achievements.

Now that Zhao Daxuan is so close, eating and chatting with them, the feeling is incredibly exciting.

Zhao Daxuan glanced at the completely dark night, handed the empty bowl in his hand to the soldier beside him, and looked at Li Changming and A Liang, who had also put down their bowls and chopsticks.

"Old Li, Ah Liang, have you finished eating? Let's go light a fire for the Tartars and warm them up."

Li Changming and A Liang exchanged a glance, smiled, and nodded emphatically.

Although they harassed the Tartars' temporary encampment all afternoon, it was a risky situation, even though they made it sound easy.

But at Zhao Daxuan's command, they responded immediately, and soon the entire Xuanjia Cavalry was assembled.

The Xuanjia Cavalry has now grown to 1,500 men. Although most of them have just joined, their sharp and imposing aura, like a sword being drawn from its sheath, is already beginning to show.

Under Zhao Daxuan's fierce fighting range, the entire team shared a hazy sense of perception. Even on the night road, they did not slow down and headed straight for the Tartar army's camp.

In less than half an hour, the Xuanjia cavalry arrived outside the Tartar army camp.

Although there were many sentries hidden outside the camp, Zhao Daxuan easily found them using his perception field. Before the sentries could sound the alarm, they were shot dead by Zhao Daxuan with an arrow.

Thus, when Zhao Daxuan led his Xuanjia cavalry directly to the vicinity of the Tartar camp, the thunderous sound of iron cavalry finally awakened the Tartars in the camp.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

A horn sounded in the camp, and the Tatars who had already fallen asleep hurriedly got up and looked for their swords.

However, Zhao Daxuan did not stop, but led his cavalry to run around the Tartar camp.

As they ran, everyone pulled out burning arrows wrapped in pine resin from behind them, lit them, and shot them toward the Tartar camp.

The burning arrows fell like divine fire from the sky into the Tartar camp, quickly igniting a fire that gradually spread.

The Tartars, who had just drawn their swords and rushed out of their tents, were about to lead their warhorses when they saw flames soaring into the sky engulfing the camp.

Everyone was startled and, forgetting their duty to kill the enemy soldiers, rushed towards the burning flames.

Only the elite Tartar cavalry—the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry—led by their leader, Tieguer, steadily led their warhorses and mounted them.

Zhao Daxuan searched his senses for a long time but could not find the location of the Tatar Khan, guessing that the other party must have disguised himself.

Just as Zhao Daxuan led his cavalry less than half a lap around the Tartar camp, a rumbling sound rang out from ahead. The Canglang Iron Cavalry charged out of the camp and headed towards them.

"Hahaha, that's enough fire, brothers, let's go!"

Zhao Daxuan laughed heartily, turned his horse around and headed south, with the cavalry following closely behind.

Tieguer gritted his teeth and chased after them for five miles. As he watched the Xuanjia Cavalry getting further and further away, his eyes almost blazed with fire.

Because the terrain was obscured by the darkness, cavalrymen kept tripping over obstacles. Iron Gul had no choice but to stop the pursuit and, with a grim face, ordered a return to the camp.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

Tieguer returned to the Tartar camp and saw the devastation it had caused. A great fire had burned down nearly a tenth of the Tartar army's camp.

The leader of the Tartar light cavalry, Tuoba Ying, came over, looking at Tieguer with a gloomy face. After a long while, he finally spoke reluctantly.

"Iron Gould, let's withdraw our troops."