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

After Li Erlong and A Liang led the others away from Zhao Daxuan, they rode towards the core camp.

Today is the third day of martial law in Zhenbei City, and Li Erlong can feel that the atmosphere in the city is obviously different from when they first returned to the city two days ago.

There were far fewer people on the road, and the few pedestrians who were there hurried along, their faces showing a hint of worry.

Because the city gates were closed, there was a lack of supplies, and many stalls stopped operating.

The city felt less lively, and the air was filled with a sense of oppression.

However, the decrease in pedestrians actually allowed Li Erlong and his companions to speed up their journey.

I just learned about the powers Zhao Daxuan has acquired. These powers belong to the Wangbei Camp and will benefit them as well.

The group's tense expressions lessened, the oppressive atmosphere of the impending battle seemed to lessen, and smiles appeared on their faces.

"Ah Liang, you've only been in the army for two days and you've already participated in actual combat. How does it feel?" Li Erlong asked Ah Liang with a smile.

"That was so much fun! Brother Long, you have no idea how frustrated the Tartars were when we were chasing them. Just thinking about it now makes me feel great!"

When talking about the chase this morning, Ah Liang's face lit up with excitement.

"For the past ten years, we Han Chinese in the north have been living under the oppression of the Tartars. In countless sleepless nights, I have dreamed countless times of being able to kill the Tartars with my own hands."

"I can't believe I achieved that on my second day in the army! Hahahaha..."

As Ah Liang finished speaking, he couldn't help but grin, and the other Han Chinese from the north following behind him also showed smiles of agreement.

They had all dreamed the same beautiful dream as Ah Liang.

"You guys were really awesome today!" Li Erlong smiled and gave A Liang a thumbs up. "Now that your past dreams have come true, do you have any new dreams to dream of?"

The following sentence was addressed to the group of Han Chinese from the north.

Upon hearing this, the group of Han Chinese from the north all showed thoughtful expressions. After a moment, Ah Liang spoke first, grinning from ear to ear.

"Of course! I hope to drive the Tartars away soon, then go home and have a big, healthy son with my wife, Juan!"

"Brother Liang, I really envy you for marrying such a wonderful wife as Sister Juan."

A young man from the same village behind Ah Liang, his face covered in pockmarks, also spoke up, a hint of envy on his face.

"The resettlement allowance Lord Zhao gave me this time is enough for me to get married and buy a piece of land! After the war, I'll settle down in a village near Zhenbei City and marry a city girl!"

"Ma Zi, I believe your wish will soon come true, and I'm sure your parents will be very happy in the afterlife!"

Ah Liang smiled as he looked at the pockmarked young man. Because of his pockmarked face, the people of Li Family Village called him Pockmarked.

Two years ago, Ma Zi's parents were beaten to death by the Tartars because they could not pay their grain taxes.

On their deathbed, their biggest worry was that Ma Zi couldn't find a wife because his family was too poor and his face was covered in pockmarks.

Upon hearing this, Ma Zi grinned, a hint of anticipation on his face.

As Li Erlong listened to everyone's aspirations for the future, he also revealed a mouthful of white teeth.

For some reason, even though he was about to face tens of thousands of Tartar troops, he felt an inexplicable sense of security as long as he followed Zhao Daxuan.

The group entered the core camp amidst their anticipation, leading their horses toward the supply depot.

Meanwhile, in one of the warehouse manager's tents in the military supply camp, Wang Liefeng was drinking with a man dressed as a warehouse manager.

Wang Liefeng tilted his head back and drank a glass of wine, then looked at the person opposite him with a hint of dissatisfaction on his face.

"Wang Chunhe, are you going to help him or not? As one of the three chief warehouse managers of the military supply battalion, your military rank is equivalent to a captain. What are you afraid of Zhao Daxuan for?"

Wang Chunhe, sitting opposite Wang Liefeng, looked helpless.

"Brother Liefeng, calm down. As fellow villagers, we naturally have no reason not to help you. It's just that this matter needs to be planned carefully."

Wang Liefeng slammed down his wine glass, his voice lowered, tinged with impatience.

"How long will you keep plotting like this? I've already told you, this time Zhao Daxuan was not only promoted to captain, but also formed his own army. Several captains are dissatisfied with him."

"I've heard that this time, with the Tartar army attacking, a captain will push Zhao Daxuan to the front lines!"

At this point, a cruel smile appeared on Wang Liefeng's face.

"Whether Zhao Daxuan will even survive a major battle is uncertain!"

"Replacing their leather armor and weapons with tattered armor and brittle iron swords only hastened their demise."

"Weren't you worried about what to do with these rotten armor and brittle iron swords? Once Zhao Daxuan dies on the battlefield, who will bother you after the war?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Chunhe paused slightly in his grip on the wine glass, his eyes widened in surprise, and his breathing slowed a few degrees.

Seeing Wang Chunhe's tempted expression, Wang Liefeng added another heavyweight to his bet.

"Brother Chunhe, although I have been relieved of my post, my friendship with Captain Leng remains. As long as Zhao Daxuan is dead, I will surely be able to resume my position as Captain of the Black Armor Battalion!"

"Haven't you always wanted to get your son promoted to the position of Revenue Clerk in Zhenbei City? With Commandant Leng and my combined efforts, getting him promoted won't be a problem!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Chunhe's breathing suddenly became rapid. He gripped the wine glass in his hand tightly and gritted his teeth.

"Okay, let's do it this way! Even if we get caught, he can't do anything to me anyway."

Upon hearing this, Wang Liefeng laughed and refilled their glasses.

"That's more like it! Come on, let's have one!"

After making his decision, Wang Chunhe breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Just as the two were enjoying their drinks, a report came from outside the tent that Wang Chunhe and one of his storehouse managers were requesting an audience.

A round-faced storekeeper walked in, glanced at Wang Liefeng to the side, and then bowed respectfully to Wang Chunhe.

"Sir, the men from Wangbei Camp just came over, saying they want their supporting military equipment, and they're taking the quota for nine hundred men. What do you think we should do?"

Wang Chunhe put down his wine glass and frowned as he looked at his subordinate.

"What? Nine hundred people? Didn't the military police only say they registered two hundred people this morning?"

The round-faced storekeeper, with a mocking expression, said, "Sir, they say it was the general who agreed, but we haven't heard anything about it."

Wang Chunhe scoffed, "What a joke! The general promised, how come I didn't know? They just spout nonsense. Ignore them and allocate the two hundred extra slots they requested."

He paused, then continued, "Take those leather armors and longswords in the storeroom that are clearly marked! You know which ones I'm talking about, right?"

A cruel smile flashed in the round-faced warehouse manager's narrow eyes. "Don't worry, sir, I put those signs on myself!"

Wang Chunhe nodded upon hearing this, "Okay, then let's get on with it!"

So the round-faced warehouse manager turned and left, taking his men to the warehouse and bringing out ten wooden crates with special markings.

After quietly removing the markings, they led a group of people carrying boxes to the place where the arms were handed over.