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

At noon that day, Zhao Daxuan was watching his soldiers, who were training under his command, uniformly brandishing their swords and forming ranks, conducting tactical coordination training as sword and shield infantry.

Suddenly, one of his soldiers, who was on patrol, rode up and stopped five meters away from Zhao Daxuan. He then quickly walked up to Zhao Daxuan and saluted.

"Reporting to you, sir, a transport convoy is approaching from the south, and judging from the route, it's heading towards Wangbei Village," the soldier said, clasping his hands in greeting.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan's heart skipped a beat. "A transport convoy? At this hour, could it be that Bai Lian Fang is delivering goods?"

"Erlong, call a team of men and come with me," Zhao Daxuan said, turning to Li Erlong, who was resting nearby.

In just a few breaths, Zhao Daxuan led a group of riders southward at a steady pace.

Since capturing these Tartar warhorses, Zhao Daxuan has required everyone to have equestrian training every day, since horses are the primary mode of transportation in this era.

Before long, a group of more than twenty people appeared before Zhao Daxuan and his group, slowly advancing. When they noticed a small troop of cavalry ahead, they stopped and watched them warily.

As Zhao Daxuan rode closer, he saw a figure appear at the front of the transport convoy. The figure smiled broadly at Zhao Daxuan and bowed respectfully.

"Lord Zhao, it's been a few days. How have you been?"

The speaker was Mo Hanfeng, the manager of Bailianfang. As he spoke, he curiously examined the warhorses beneath Zhao Daxuan and the others.

He discovered that these well-fed and strong warhorses with clearly defined muscles were obviously the warhorses of the northern Tartars, and he was surprised to find that there were actually more than ten of them.

When Zhao Daxuan saw Mo Hanfeng, he smiled slightly, pushed himself up with his hand, and gently floated down from the horse's back, landing steadily on the ground.

He took a few steps forward, smiling as he spoke, "Manager Mo, you've kept me waiting so long! I've been eagerly anticipating your arrival!"

"Haha, Lord Zhao, I'll send these first batch of chainmail over to you as soon as they're finished."

Mo Hanfeng looked at Zhao Daxuan with a wry smile, his face full of helplessness, "I know this equipment is a matter of life and death for you, and I dare not delay it for even a moment!"

Zhao Daxuan patted Mo Hanfeng on the shoulder, "Manager Mo, your arrival as promised is the greatest support you can give us. I wonder how many chainmails you brought this time?"

Mo Hanfeng led Zhao Daxuan towards several boxes in the convoy. "This time we received thirty-five pieces, which far exceeds our expectations!"

"We were initially only expected to complete thirty pieces, but the divine artifact your wife crafted at our Hundred Refinements Workshop was simply unbelievable, greatly accelerating our forging speed, resulting in five more!"

Mo Hanfeng opened several boxes while explaining the situation.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan turned his head abruptly, a look of ecstatic joy spreading across his face. "The divine artifact you're talking about, is it the steam engine? It's already been made?"

"Yes, it's that steam engine! That machine took up our entire brick and tile house. When your wife came to our Bai Lian Fang workshop and said she wanted to collaborate on making such a thing, we thought it was just a useless lump of iron!"

"I never imagined that it could be operated by burning coal. In addition, with the lever hammer designed by Madam Li, wow... every hammer blow is as heavy as a thousand pounds. One hammer blow is more effective than ten hammer blows by an experienced blacksmith."

Zhao Daxuan smiled broadly. This thing is revolutionary; it would be strange if it weren't powerful!

The only downside is that there are currently no substitutes for the most crucial material, so this particular machine only works thanks to the rubber rings awarded by the spinning wheel.

But then Zhao Daxuan frowned. "That's not right, Steward Mo. If this steam engine is so powerful, why are there only five more chainmail pieces this time?"

"Lord Zhao, this machine was debugged for several days before it was officially put into use. It was only officially running for two days before I set off, so there are only five more this time." Mo Hanfeng said helplessly.

"But don't worry, the remaining fifty-five items should be delivered in ten days."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan's face lit up with joy again; this must be the best news he had received in a long time.

Subsequently, Bailianfang's convoy arrived at the Wangbei Village campsite with Zhao Daxuan and others.

Looking at the camp before him, which only had basic defensive fortifications, Mo Hanfeng frowned slightly and hesitated before saying, "Lord Zhao, don't you plan to further improve the defensive fortifications?"

"It's fine, this is enough."

Zhao Daxuan smiled faintly, "The main reason for doing all this is to allow everyone to get a good night's sleep. If the fortifications could withstand the Tartars, then the soldiers who were stationed there before wouldn't have died."

Mo Hanfeng wanted to persuade him further after hearing this, but after turning around a tent, he caught a glimpse of dozens of warhorses suddenly appearing in front of him. He turned his head sharply and was immediately stunned.

Those warhorses were just like the ones Zhao Daxuan and his men had ridden earlier; they all had long limbs and compact, powerful bodies.

"Lord Zhao, what... what are these warhorses?"

Mo Hanfeng pointed at the warhorse in front of him with surprise and a puzzled look on his face, a bold guess rising in his mind.

Zhao Daxuan looked in the direction Mo Hanfeng pointed and said casually, "Oh, these warhorses? They were the mounts of the Tartar scouts a few days ago!"

"A Tartar... a Tartar scout's mount?!" Upon hearing this, Mo Hanfeng's face showed an expression of disbelief.

"Then...what about the Tartar scouts?" Mo Hanfeng stammered.

Zhao Daxuan gave Mo Hanfeng a strange look. "They must be dead. Otherwise, why would they give us their warhorses?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Hanfeng's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaped open, and his jaw almost dropped.

These are dozens of warhorses, plus the riders patrolling outside the camp, making at least several dozen in total!

How many people did Zhao Daxuan and his men have? And they were all infantry! How did they manage to do that?!

Mo Hanfeng looked at Zhao Daxuan with more admiration. "Lord Zhao, your methods are truly impressive. I admire you more and more!"

"Hahaha... Manager Mo, you flatter me. I'm sure something even more impressive will happen to you in the near future!"

Mo Hanfeng wasn't annoyed by this, and grinned, saying, "Then I'll wait and see!"

Zhao Daxuan nodded and waved for Li Erlong behind him to carry away several boxes of heavy chainmail.

"Erlong, move these chainmails away. You and Fubao's team each get one, and the rest can be distributed among the other teams."

Li Erlong grinned and immediately led his men forward to move the goods, shouting towards Zhao Fubao, "Brother Fubao! Come over here quickly, there's something good!"

After watching the five crates of chainmail being carried away, Mo Hanfeng dared not linger at the border. He bid farewell to Zhao Daxuan, saying, "Lord Zhao, the journey back is still long, so I will take my leave now!"

"Then I, Zhao, will not keep you any longer. I'll leave the rest of the chainmail to Steward Mo." Zhao Daxuan could tell that Mo Hanfeng was eager to return, and this area was indeed not peaceful, so he did not keep them any longer.

"Oh, by the way, Steward Mo, could you please pass on a message to my family when I get back? Tell them that everything is fine here and they shouldn't worry!" Zhao Daxuan added.

After Mo Hanfeng nodded in agreement, he led the convoy away, returning much faster than he had come!

Zhao Daxuan looked at the soldiers in the camp wearing brand-new heavy chainmail, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

Now we'll see when the Tartar army arrives; we'll make them taste the might of his soldiers.