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

Although they had immediately ordered the Tartar auxiliary soldiers to be shot, they were already very close to the camp when they broke out of the fog.

They also launched an attack from several directions, and within moments they had reached the trench in front of the camp.

The front-row auxiliary soldiers jumped into the trench and used the long, assembled wooden planks handed to them by the auxiliary soldiers behind them to set up the trench. Then, the auxiliary soldiers in the back row stepped on the planks to cross the trench.

Seeing the trenches he had painstakingly dug so easily crossed by the Tartar auxiliary troops, Zhao Daxuan frowned and spoke in a cold voice.

"Aim at the planks in the trench and launch the rockets!"

In the past few days, they had prepared some arrows with arrowheads tied with hemp cloth and soaked in pine resin, just in case, but they didn't expect to actually use them.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Hundreds of flaming arrows flew out of the camp, tracing graceful arcs through the air before landing on the wooden planks of the trench.

Immediately, many planks caught fire, but only a few were actually burned; most were trampled out by the soldiers who kept passing by.

A steady stream of auxiliary soldiers rushed out from the depths of the fog, and for a moment the shouts of battle filled the sky. By this time, they no longer tried to keep quiet.

Watching a large number of auxiliary soldiers step on wooden planks and cross the trench, rushing to the outer perimeter of the camp, Li Erlong's face tightened. He turned his head to look at Zhao Daxuan, his voice carrying a hint of anxiety.

"Sir, shall we activate the [Steam-Powered Barricade] and the [Steam-Powered Fire Dragon Sprayer]?"

Zhao Daxuan, his face grim, looked at the enemy troops who had rushed out of the camp and were destroying the ordinary wooden barricades, and shook his head.

"Wait a little longer!"

Although Li Erlong was anxious, he took a deep breath and looked at the enemy troops outside the camp again.

He gripped his heavy saber and heavy shield tightly, ready to be the first to charge forward and meet the enemy head-on.

Soon, the outermost ordinary barricades were destroyed one by one by the Tartar auxiliary troops.

Subsequently, a large number of auxiliary troops bypassed the underground [Steam Laser Barricade] and [Steam Fire Dragon Sprayer] and continued to rush towards the camp.

Even now, Zhao Daxuan still hasn't given the order to activate the two mechanisms.

He simply had a group of swordsmen and shieldmen stand behind the last line of defense in the camp, behind a wooden wall that surrounded the camp, ready to defend.

A group of auxiliary soldiers rushed to the wooden wall, and together they slammed it several times in the same spot, creating a large hole in the wall.

Then, a dozen or so auxiliary soldiers joined forces, slashing wildly with their curved swords, and widened the hole into a gap that allowed several people to pass through at the same time.

Several breaches appeared in the wooden wall at the same time, and the surrounding auxiliary soldiers swarmed in through these breaches.

Upon entering the camp, the auxiliary soldiers discovered that in front of them was a densely packed line of heavy sword and shield soldiers, and behind them were at least several hundred more, exuding a chilling aura.

The auxiliary soldiers' previously frenzied and ferocious expressions froze instantly, and they stared blankly at the scene, momentarily at a loss.

They were unsure whether to continue forward. Reason told them that with their fragile bodies, they certainly couldn't break through the defenses ahead.

However, the other auxiliary soldiers behind them were unaware of the situation ahead. They only saw that there was a gap in the gap, so they all rushed towards it.

The first batch of auxiliary soldiers who passed through the gap into the camp were pushed forward by the others behind them.

The auxiliary soldiers in the first row suddenly opened their eyes slightly, their hearts racing. Seeing that they were about to crash into the array of swordsmen and shieldmen in front of them, they made a snap decision, raised their curved swords, and slashed forward.

"kill!"

The first row of auxiliary soldiers roared in unison to bolster their courage.

But before their voices had even faded, a tiny gap appeared in the impenetrable shield, from which a cold glint flashed, and a long, heavy saber suddenly thrust out.

"Pfft—"

The heavy saber flashed and pierced the chests of the first row of auxiliary soldiers. Their fragile leather armor offered no resistance whatsoever and was easily pierced like torn paper.

The heavy saber did not stop after piercing the chest of the first row of auxiliary soldiers. It then passed through the chest of the second row of auxiliary soldiers and emerged from their backs.

Finally, the blade stopped in front of the third row of auxiliary soldiers. Some auxiliary soldiers who couldn't stop in time were pushed by the people behind them and crashed straight into the blades on the backs of the second row of auxiliary soldiers.

"Pfft—"

Blood gushed from the wound, and disbelief filled the eyes of the third-rank auxiliary soldier who had struck the blade. He and the two men in front of him had been skewered like candied hawthorns by a heavy horse-slaying sword.

After the swordsman thrust out his heavy saber with great force, he withdrew it as soon as he had exhausted his strength.

As the long blade retracted from his chest, all the strength in his body seemed to drain away along with the heavy sword within him.

Dozens of auxiliary soldiers fell limply to the ground, but they could not stop the footsteps of the auxiliary soldiers behind them.

The auxiliary soldiers behind them continued forward out of inertia, stepping over the corpses of the fallen auxiliary soldiers, but they were all blocked in front of the swordsmen and shieldmen.

Standing in the back row, Zhao Daxuan saw that the situation had stabilized, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he slowly spoke.

"Activate the [Steam Fire Dragon Gun]!"

A young soldier behind him shouted "Yes, sir!" and then ran toward the control room.

At this time, the camp was surrounded by wildfires. The outer Tartar auxiliary troops broke through a dozen or so gaps in the wooden walls surrounding the camp, and a large number of auxiliary troops poured in through these gaps.

However, only a few people managed to get through the breach; outside the breach, there was a dense crowd of Tatar auxiliary soldiers, who were now forced to a halt in place.

Just as they were waiting to line up and rush into the camp, suddenly, a spray cannon as thick as a thigh sprang up from beneath them.

Some auxiliary soldiers looked puzzled and went forward to check, while others put their heads close to the nozzle of the spray gun to look inside.

A thin, dark-skinned auxiliary soldier watched for a short while before seeing a flash of red light deep inside the spray nozzle, followed by a wave of heat.

A burst of flame struck his face, followed by a continuous stream of flames.

The skinny, dark-skinned auxiliary soldier was instantly struck by a ball of flame, his entire head bursting into flames. He screamed and fell to the ground.

"what!"

The thin, dark-skinned auxiliary soldier screamed repeatedly, rolling frantically on the ground, trying to extinguish the flames.

But no matter what he did, it was to no avail. After a few breaths, he stopped moving, but the flames on his body continued to burn.

Twenty nozzles that sprang up from the ground sprayed flames over twenty meters long in all directions, constantly changing the angle of the spray as they did so.

At this moment, the area around the [Steam Fire Dragon Sprayer] instantly turned into a sea of ​​fire, and the densely packed auxiliary soldiers around the sprayer fell to the ground with cries of agony.

Only those on the very edge of the flames, lucky enough to have only a spark on the hem of their clothing, could promptly cut off the burning fabric with a knife, preventing the flames from becoming as intractable as a malignant infection.

With just this one strike, over a thousand Tartar auxiliary soldiers were instantly wiped out.

Surrounded by flames, the Tartar auxiliary soldiers outside the camp were momentarily at a loss, unable to advance or retreat.

The road ahead was blocked, and there was a military supervisor behind us. If we dared to retreat, we would die.