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

Only after emptying the Tartar leader's tent of everything did Li Erlong reluctantly turn around and head to the next tent.

The area in front of the Tartar tent was piled high with supplies and money confiscated from the tribe. Apart from a box of silver found in the Tartar chieftain's tent, most of the other items were various precious materials.

Piles of fox, mink, and sheepskins were stacked together in bundles, numbering in the thousands.

Several large piles of tea cakes and salt were neatly stacked, along with countless piles of mare's milk wine, dried meat, cheese, and other foods, which were taller than a person.

In addition, there were thousands of bows and arrows and leather armor, with bundles of arrows piled on the ground, enough to arm thousands of men.

Various felt tents and horse-drawn carriages were piled up like mountains, and raw materials for making armor and arrows, such as leather, sinew, and horn, were readily available everywhere.

Unlike Zhao Fubao, Li Erlong was not as meticulous. He counted the items three times before running over to report to Zhao Daxuan.

"My lord, today we seized a total of ten thousand taels of silver, furs, tea, saddles and bridles worth ten thousand taels of silver. In addition, we also seized more than ten thousand head of cattle and sheep, one thousand warhorses, more than five thousand bushels of grain, and countless kinds of military equipment."

"If another tribe possessed such assets, it would not only fill the hole that Zhao Fubao has been worrying about, but also leave him with several thousand taels of silver!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers roared with cheers that echoed across the field.

Only the Tartar prisoners kneeling to the side were dejected, like wilted eggplants.

Zhao Daxuan nodded in satisfaction. The Tartar tribes were indeed wealthy, but a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

His gaze swept over the thousand-strong force that had just stormed into the Blackstone tribe, lingering for a moment on a few soldiers.

These people were actually among the early recruits of the Wangbei Camp. Zhao Daxuan had always been unwilling to use his later acquired skill, [Observational Insight], to weed out some of them.

After all, the other party had gone through so many life-and-death situations with him. If he were to kick the other party out of his team simply because he could tell that the other party had a bad character, even if the other party had not made any mistakes, Zhao Daxuan could not do it.

But now that he had given them a kind reminder and they had made a mistake, it was impossible for him to keep them in his team.

Zhao Daxuan sat upright on his horse, scanning the neatly arranged ranks ahead.

"Today should have been a joyous day, but the behavior of some people has greatly disappointed me."

"I have never mistreated you. Your monthly rations are much higher than those of the city guards. You will never go hungry."

"But why do some people ignore my warnings and still try to take advantage of others?"

"Sigh, I'm giving you one last chance. Hand over the items and leave on your own. I'll pretend nothing happened."

As soon as Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, Li Erlong's expression changed drastically, and he turned around to look at the soldiers behind him.

"What happened? Who took something without permission?"

The soldiers all shook their heads in denial; no one was willing to admit that they had taken the item.

"Who? Who took it?"

Li Erlong searched aimlessly through the crowd, roaring repeatedly, unwilling to believe the news.

Seeing that no one stepped forward, Zhao Daxuan's face darkened, and he said coldly, "Very well, my time is up, so don't blame me for being impolite."

"ten!"

"Nine!"

Among the soldiers, upon hearing Zhao Daxuan's countdown, a tall, thin middle-aged soldier trembled and turned pale.

"eight!"

With another shout, the tall, thin middle-aged soldier walked out with a mournful face.

The tall, thin, middle-aged soldier felt as if his feet were filled with lead. He, who could run ten kilometers without getting out of breath, found these few dozen meters incredibly difficult.

Finally, he walked to the supplies five meters away from Zhao Daxuan, and with trembling hands, took out a pair of gold bracelets from his arms and placed them on the wooden box next to him.

The tall, thin middle-aged soldier's eyes were red-rimmed. He dared not look directly at Zhao Daxuan in the eye and said in a trembling voice, "Sir, I'm sorry."

Zhao Daxuan looked at the other man with disappointment. He remembered that this man was one of the first soldiers under his command after he was promoted to centurion.

He is now a centurion-level officer, though he has not yet been officially appointed, but he already leads a hundred-man unit.

Zhao Daxuan closed his eyes in pain and said in a cold, piercing voice.

"Leave your armor and weapons, and get out of here!"

The tall, thin middle-aged soldier opened his mouth, but ultimately swallowed his words.

Silently, he put down his heavy shield and saber, took off his armor, and walked away quickly with his head down.

As the tall, thin middle-aged soldier walked out, two more soldiers followed.

They followed the example of the middle-aged soldier, placing their hidden valuables on a wooden crate nearby, then removing their weapons and armor, and quickly leaving with their heads down.

Zhao Daxuan didn't even glance at them. After waiting a while and seeing no further movement, he snorted coldly and continued counting down.

"five!"

......

"two!"

"one!"

As the final note faded, the arena fell silent. Everyone held their breath, afraid of attracting attention.

Even though I didn't take it, the pressure would be unimaginable if it were noticed at that moment.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan's face had turned ashen. He hadn't expected that despite giving the other party so many chances, the other party hadn't cherished them.

Li Erlong stepped forward and, looking at Zhao Daxuan's expression, knew that there must be someone who hadn't admitted to taking the items.

He unconditionally trusted Zhao Daxuan's judgment, and a surge of anger rose in his heart as he looked at Zhao Daxuan, suppressing his voice.

"Sir, who else? Tell me, and I'll cut off his hand!"

Zhao Daxuan glanced at Li Erlong, sighed softly, and then looked at a young figure in the group.

Li Erlong followed Zhao Daxuan's gaze and immediately froze, feeling as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water and fallen into an ice cave.

Li Erlong stood there stunned for a while before he came to his senses. He looked at Zhao Daxuan with a resolute expression and spoke in a deep voice.

"Sir, I will give you an explanation."

Having said that, he turned and took heavy steps, finally stopping in front of that young figure, looking at him with a complicated expression.

"Xiao Li, why did you do this?"

Li's legs were shaking, his face was deathly pale, he opened his mouth, stammered for a long time, but only managed to say one sentence: "Centurion, I didn't."

Li Erlong looked disappointed and immediately began searching her body.

Xiao Li dared not resist, but stood there with his legs weak, staring blankly at Li Erlong.

In just a few breaths, Li Erlong found a dagger about one and a half palm-sized on Xiao Li's body.

The hilt of the dagger was made of pure gold and inlaid with rubies, which made Li Erlong squint.

Li Erlong, panting heavily, grabbed Xiao Li's clothes and held the dagger in his hand in front of him.

"Tell me, what is this?"

"I told you not to take things without permission, why didn't you listen?"

"How am I supposed to explain this to your mother when I go back?"

"If you need money, can't you just tell me?"

Xiao Li was stunned, tears streaming unconsciously from his eyes, unsure how to answer Li Erlong's question.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Li Erlong's face. He grabbed Xiao Li's hair and dragged him forward.

They kept dragging themselves until they were about three meters away from Zhao Daxuan before stopping.

With a cold face, Li Erlong kicked Xiao Li to the ground, then used his foot to pull out Xiao Li's left hand by pushing against his back.

Xiao Li seemed to know what was about to happen; his pupils dilated involuntarily, trembled constantly, and then he struggled desperately, crying out repeatedly.

"Brother Long, no! When we joined the army together, my mom told you to take care of me."

"Please, no, Brother Long!"

Ignoring Xiao Li's pleas, Li Elong grabbed the dagger he had just taken from Xiao Li and looked up at Zhao Daxuan.

"My lord, I will give you an explanation right now."

After saying that, his face hardened, and he swung the dagger in his hand fiercely towards Xiao Li's wrist.