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

On the battlefield outside the Black Serpent tribe, the shouts of battle gradually faded away, and the war was nearing its end.

Although most of Zhao Daxuan's soldiers had only recently joined the army, with various bug-like advantages, they still managed to overwhelm these ordinary Tatar cavalry.

Li Erlong, bracing his heavy shield, blocked the scimitar coming from the front, and thrust his horse-slaying saber forward in the same direction.

With a soft thud, the saber pierced the enemy soldier's abdomen, spraying blood that landed directly on Li Erlong's face.

Ignoring everything else, Li Erlong gripped his saber tightly and twisted it forcefully, pulling the rider off the horse. With a flick of his wrist, the rider was thrown off the horse.

"bump!"

The sound of a heavy crash to the ground rang out, and blood kept spilling from the corner of the Tatar cavalryman's mouth. His eyes widened, and then he died.

Li Erlong quickly sheathed his long sword, wiped the blood from his face, and surveyed the battlefield.

At this point, the remaining resistance forces were few and far between, but they were quickly suppressed by the soldiers of the Wangbei Camp.

Those who surrender will not be killed!

Then Li Erlong led his soldiers into the Black Serpent tribe, where they were met by two burly men in luxurious armor.

One of the men, with a full beard a finger's length long, rushed forward first, followed closely by another burly man whose eyes were filled with grief and indignation.

"Damn Han Chinese, you will all die a horrible death!"

A roar came from two Tartars, followed by a whooshing sound as two curved blades slashed straight at Li Erlong's face.

Li Erlong easily blocked the attack with his shield, then with a backhand slash, he sent the bearded man staggering backward. He then kicked another man to the ground.

He then plunged the knife down, piercing the man's throat and severing half his head.

The moment Li Erlong chopped off half of the man's head, a commotion broke out among the Tartar soldiers outside the tribe who had already been suppressed.

"You killed our leader! I'll fight you to the death!"

Many people struggled and tried to resist, but were quickly suppressed.

An angry roar rang out, and Li Erlong raised an eyebrow. Only then did he realize that he had just killed their leader.

However, he didn't care at all. He turned to look at the bearded man he had just defeated. At this moment, the man was surrounded by his soldiers and hacked to the ground.

The remaining members of the tribe were all elderly, women, and children. Anyone who dared to resist was cut down by Li Erlong and his soldiers without mercy.

"Pooh!"

Li Erlong spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto an old Tartar man lying in a pool of blood.

Just now, Li Erlong led his sword-wielding soldiers into the tribe, and the old man still looked defiant.

Seeing the old man rushing forward with his curved knife, Li Erlong showed no mercy and sent him to his death with a single blow.

Although he was an old man, he was still a Tartar after all.

The Xuanjia cavalry surrounded the tribe, and anyone who tried to escape was shot dead!

Soon, the entire Black Serpent tribe was suppressed. All the prisoners, regardless of age or gender, were bound and gathered in front of the tribe.

Moreover, Li Erlong and his group discovered that the Black Snake tribe had over a thousand Han Chinese slaves, all of whom were captured from the Great Xia by the Tartar tribes.

"Thank you all for rescuing us from this sea of ​​suffering. We are deeply grateful and will set up a memorial tablet for you when we return, and make offerings to it every day."

More than a thousand people of the Great Xia knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Li Erlong and the others. Li Erlong was so grateful to them for the first time that he was at a loss for words.

"Oh, fellow villagers, there's no need for such formalities. You should be thanking our Lord Zhao; he's the one who saved you!"

Li Erlong could only turn everyone's attention to Zhao Daxuan, who glared at him fiercely upon hearing this.

Faced with the people who turned around and kowtowed to him, Zhao Daxuan was not at a loss like Li Erlong. He just smiled faintly and waved his hand.

"Get up, all of you. The mission of our Wangbei Camp is to reclaim the lost land in the north and liberate the Han Chinese people who have been abducted to the north."

"From this day forward, you are all free to come and go as you please! If you have nowhere to go, you may come with us to Black Mountain Pass later."

Zhao Daxuan's calm voice clearly reached the ears of the Han slaves, who then erupted in cheers and shouts once more.

"Your Excellency is mighty!"

"Long live the Lord!"

Only then did Li Erlong have the mind to engage in his favorite activity: collecting loot!

"Haha, brothers, let's get to work! Search thoroughly, don't miss a single penny!"

As he spoke, Li Erlong laughed and was about to lead his men into the Black Serpent Tribe, but was suddenly stopped by a voice.

"Erlong, this is not like cleaning up the battlefield as usual. The entire tribe must have a lot of wealth. You must control your hands and not take what you shouldn't, understand?"

Zhao Daxuan had already sensed that there were quite a few supplies in the camp, and these soldiers under his command had only recently joined the Wangbei Camp, so he cautiously gave them a reminder.

After all, this was their biggest victory in a long time, and their spoils would be the wealth of an entire Tatar tribe.

Oh, not one, but two!

Although the Xuan Tie tribe has not yet been conquered, all of its warriors have been annihilated in this battle, and the Tartars left in the tribe are nothing more than lambs to the slaughter.

Faced with such enormous profits, it's inevitable that some people would be tempted, so Zhao Daxuan naturally had to give them a heads-up.

"Understood! Anyone who dares to take anything without permission will have their hand chopped off!"

Li Erlong patted his chest and made a promise, then turned and glared at his soldiers.

"Did you all hear that? Don't blame me for not showing brotherly loyalty if you try to take advantage of others!"

The soldiers responded loudly and forcefully.

Zhao Daxuan not only provided a settlement allowance, but also paid a high monthly salary, so few people were willing to take the risk for such a small benefit.

Li Erlong looked around and saw that everyone nodded in agreement before leading his men into the Black Serpent Tribe. Everyone scattered and rushed into the tribe with excited expressions.

Li Erlong, taking the lead, charged straight into the largest yurt in the tribe, which was the tent of the Black Snake tribe leader.

Li Erlong strode in, lifting the tent flap. The first thing he saw was a huge, intact black tiger skin draped over a massive leader's throne.

The tiger's fur is glossy with shimmering gold edges, giving it an imposing presence.

In the center of the tent was a huge mink carpet, made of about ten white mink pelts, soft and incredibly luxurious.

On the wall of the tent to the side, there were several curved swords inlaid with agate, gleaming brightly, but without a trace of murderous intent, only an air of noble prestige.

Looking at the luxurious decorations in the tent, Li Erlong's eyes lit up, and his throat bobbed.

"Damn it, this Tartar lives even better than the general, he actually has so many good things in his collection."

With a wave of his hand, the soldiers behind him rushed forward and collected all the valuables from the tent.

"Be gentle, don't break them, these are all treasures!"

After putting away the conspicuous treasures, Li Erlong rummaged through the corner and found two boxes of medicinal herbs, all of which were precious herbs that had been stored for many years.

"These Tartars are really rich! They just pile up such good stuff in a corner like that, they really don't know how to cherish it!"

A young soldier searching for supplies smiled at Li Erlong. He was Li Erlong's fellow villager and a soldier who had fought alongside him all the way.

"Centurion, since the Tartars don't know how to cherish what they have, then we'll cherish it for them!"

"Hahaha, Little Li is right! Move out! Move out! Move everything out!"