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

Battlefield outside Wangbei Village camp.

Three urgent bugle calls rang out from the direction of the Tartar central army, the sound spreading throughout the entire battlefield.

Although the Tartars all looked incredulous, they all began to move after the horn sounded.

All the Tatar cavalry and Canglang Iron Cavalry soldiers on the battlefield paused, then launched several fierce attacks on Zhao Daxuan's soldiers.

Taking advantage of the enemy's moment of defense, the Tatar cavalry on the front line quickly retreated, and the central army steadily withdrew, also beginning a slow retreat.

The cavalrymen in the rear remained motionless, some raising their shields, others drawing their bows, their faces tense, their eyes coldly fixed on Zhao Daxuan's soldiers.

If pursuers are in their path, they will launch a full-scale attack to intercept them, becoming the front line of the battle.

After the first two groups retreated a certain distance, the rear cavalry began to retreat rapidly.

The entire Tatar cavalry retreated in sections, stopping intermittently, slowly moving backward like a tide.

After the retreating Tartar army sounded the retreat horn, Zhao Daxuan spread out his perception field and, after sensing the orderly retreat of the Tartars, raised an eyebrow slightly.

It was thought that the Khan would be wounded by an arrow, the army would suffer a setback, and morale would be low. After amplifying the negative emotions with his skills, the army would collapse and flee in panic. However, this scene only happened among the Tatar auxiliary troops.

The main force of the Tartar cavalry did not collapse, fight, or trample each other; instead, they retreated slowly in alternating layers.

This stands in stark contrast to the disorganized and scrambling Tatar auxiliary troops.

"Halt! Pass down the order: no pursuit!"

Zhao Daxuan stared at the slowly retreating Canglang Iron Cavalry, raised his right arm, and spoke in a deep voice.

Zhao Daxuan's order to stop the pursuit was quickly issued, and the Xuanjia Cavalry swiftly stopped in place and regrouped.

After receiving the order to stop the pursuit, Ah Liang's expression changed. He gritted his teeth and rode his horse to Zhao Daxuan's side.

"My lord, the enemy is retreating! Why don't you pursue them? I must avenge my brothers!"

Ah Liang's eyes were red, the veins on his temples were throbbing, and he gripped the curved knife tightly in his hand.

Zhao Daxuan sighed softly and shook his head.

"Ah Liang, this isn't a retreat, it's an orderly withdrawal. If we pursue them relentlessly, we could face a counterattack at any moment!"

"We've already suffered heavy casualties; I don't want to lose any more brothers!"

Ah Liang lowered his head and fell silent, his nails digging deeply into his palms. After a moment, he slowly raised his head, his eyes filled with resentment, but he still nodded.

"I understand, sir."

Just as Zhao Daxuan ordered the troops to regroup, the city gate in the distance suddenly opened wide.

A large number of city guards swarmed out, charging menacingly towards the retreating Tartar army.

At this time, the main force in the city was well-rested and ready to fight, and their speed of pursuit far exceeded the speed of the Tartar army's retreat, and the distance between the two sides quickly closed.

Upon seeing this, the fleeing Tartar auxiliary troops became even more disorganized, with many scattering and fleeing, abandoning their armor and weapons.

This scene, witnessed by the city guards who had gone out to pursue them, boosted their morale and confidence, and they gave chase with all their might.

Seeing that the army in the city was only now leaving, Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

Ah Liang, standing to the side, had a glint of anger in his eyes, his teeth itching with hatred.

"My lord, the main force in the city has finally left! How shameless! They're trying to plunder after winning the battle!"

Zhao Daxuan sneered, "Then let's see if they have any teeth left. Just don't let them break a mouthful of teeth later."

"Are we just going to let them fight over military merits like this? Aren't we going to do anything about it?"

Ah Liang was still somewhat unwilling to give up.

Zhao Daxuan looked at the city guards who were about to catch up with the Tartar army ahead and spoke coldly.

"Don't worry, this is our military merit, and no one can take it away from us! Just be wary of the Tartars launching a surprise attack."

He then turned his horse around and said in a deep voice, "First, regroup the troops, then treat the wounded. Report any seriously wounded to me immediately!"

Zhao Daxuan looked back at the Xuanjia cavalry behind him, which had clearly shrunk in size compared to before.

Those who were not in the group must have fallen behind or been knocked off their horses during the charge, and their fate was predictable.

But Zhao Daxuan still held onto a sliver of hope and ordered his men to search for the wounded.

Uncle Li rode up to Zhao Daxuan's side, his face covered in blood, but it was all from enemy blood splattered on his face during the battle.

Upon hearing Zhao Daxuan's instructions, Uncle Li nodded, "Sir, I've already sent people down to search, but the brothers who got separated are probably in grave danger."

Zhao Daxuan's face tightened, and he nodded.

"I know, but we'll save as many as we can."

Uncle Li and A Liang nodded in agreement. Many of the Xuanjia Cavalry were their fellow villagers, so it was naturally a good thing they could be rescued.

After settling the Xuanjia Cavalry, Zhao Daxuan spurred his horse towards the Wangbei Village camp, where the main battlefield was located and the fighting was even more intense.

Horse hooves slowly stepped into the Wangbei Village camp. By this time, most of the wooden walls surrounding the camp had been demolished.

Behind the wooden walled defenses lies the fiercest battleground of the day.

The ground was littered with corpses and remains, blood flowed everywhere, and soldiers who were not yet dead were still groaning in pain.

The villagers in Wangbei Village camp had already spontaneously mobilized and were now rescuing the wounded on the battlefield.

Many villagers ran out of the camp to help the Xuanjia cavalry search for the wounded.

After entering the camp, Zhao Daxuan dismounted and led his horse through the camp.

If he sees a seriously injured and dying soldier, he will take out an old ginseng from his pocket. Although he has already used up the previous box, he still has two more boxes.

The old ginseng that he had previously left with Li Shishi and the others has been brought back by him, just for this moment.

With each step, the soil slightly caved in, and what overflowed from the compacted earth was not rainwater, but blood that had just been spilled from the battle.

Suddenly, Zhao Daxuan stopped in his tracks, turned his head and looked at a tall, thin corpse lying on its back with its eyes wide open, and frowned.

He stepped forward and examined the corpse. Gradually, the corpse's face overlapped with that of the tall, thin auxiliary soldier he had encountered the previous night when he sneaked into the Tartar camp.

In his hazy memory, Zhao Daxuan recalled that the tall, thin auxiliary soldier was muttering listlessly in the dark night, wanting to go back and accompany his son to catch sparrows on the mountain.

With a soft sigh, Zhao Daxuan crouched down slightly and gently stroked the tall, thin auxiliary soldier's face, causing the soldier's wide-open eyes to close.

"Rest in peace, may you be free from war in your next life."

As soon as Zhao Daxuan stood up, Li Erlong rushed to his side upon hearing the news.

Li Erlong, panting, looked at Zhao Daxuan and asked, "My lord, aren't we going to pursue the Tartars?"

Zhao Daxuan shook his head and repeated what he had just said to A Liang.

"Saving lives is definitely the priority. The main problem is that this major battle came too suddenly, and the newly recruited troops haven't had time to train or improve, and they're not even fully equipped!"

"Otherwise, we wouldn't have suffered such heavy losses in this battle!"

Li Erlong's voice sounded somewhat heavy.

He had just toured the battlefield, directing the rescue of the wounded in various locations, and he had a general idea of ​​the casualties.

Zhao Daxuan's heart sank. He took a deep breath before slowly speaking.

"Have you got the casualty figures yet? How are they?"