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

"Brothers, fight your way out, capture the pass, and bring us home!"

The Tartar leader grinned maliciously, raised his blood-stained longsword high, and stood on a boulder, shouting loudly.

At that moment, he seemed to see himself leading thousands of Tartar prisoners out of the pass and returning to the royal court to be rewarded by the Great Khan.

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Tartar prisoners immediately responded, bending down to pick up the broken stones and sharp wooden sticks at their feet.

The next moment, they swarmed towards the overseer soldiers, knocked them to the ground, and snatched the long knives from their hands.

The group of unruly Tartar prisoners, defeated by the Xia soldiers they had always bullied, were now prisoners of war, a disgrace to them.

Coupled with several days of hard labor, the anger that had been building up in his heart for days was now ignited and could no longer be controlled.

The riot spread like wildfire among the three thousand prisoners in an instant.

Three thousand men launched an attack simultaneously, their momentum terrifying. In an instant, shouts of battle, angry curses, and the clash of weapons resounded throughout the pass.

Zhao Fubao, who was stationed at the Black Mountain Pass, heard the unusual noise and rushed over to investigate immediately.

Zhao Fubao stared at the scene before him with a livid face, and gritted his teeth as he gave the order.

"Form ranks! Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"

The four hundred sword and shield soldiers who had been guarding the area immediately formed a shield formation, with some of them holding the pass tightly to prevent the Tartar prisoners from breaking through.

The main force, with heavy shields and long swords in hand, advanced and quickly engaged in close combat with hundreds of Tartar prisoners who charged forward.

The Tartar prisoners were numerous and powerful, nearly ten times the number of the swordsmen and shieldmen. They had just risen up and were at the peak of their morale, their eyes red as they charged forward recklessly.

Even though they were only holding pebbles and were no match for the Wangbei Camp soldiers who were armed with heavy shields and long swords, they still fought back desperately.

Although the swordsmen and shieldmen of Wangbei Camp were well-equipped and powerful, they were still unable to quickly suppress the rebellion.

Dozens of Tartars, who had seized the swords of the overseer soldiers, gathered together to form a sharp blade and charged toward the pass.

At this moment, the Xuanjia cavalry had quickly climbed onto the city walls and arrow towers, drawn their bows, and aimed them at the huddled group of Tartar prisoners.

"Fire arrows! Kill those with knives first, show no mercy!"

Seeing the critical situation, Zhao Fubao immediately ordered the arrows to be fired, and a rain of arrows poured down from the pass in an instant.

The newly formed group of dozens of armed Tartar prisoners were hit by arrows one after another, falling to the ground with screams, but new prisoners immediately rushed forward, picked up the long swords that had fallen to the ground, and continued to charge forward.

Several brave Tartar warriors, their eyes bloodshot with rage, charged forward over the corpses of their comrades, and with their fearless spirit, they managed to break through a shield formation.

Just as they were about to lead a large group of Tartar prisoners through the pass, at this critical moment, fifty elite soldiers who were originally responsible for guarding the armory rushed over upon hearing the news.

They were all former soldiers who remained behind as sword and shield bearers. Although their numbers were small, they were all fully armed, wearing weapons and armor of the 50th level of refinement.

These fifty men arrived in formation, exuding an incomparably fierce and powerful aura. Despite facing a riot of thousands, they remained unfazed.

When Zhao Fubao saw the fifty men arrive, a hint of joy flashed across his face, and he picked up his knife and joined their ranks.

"Brothers, suppress them!"

With a roar, Zhao Fubao charged ahead at the knife-wielding prisoners who were about to break through the passage.

The fifty men, like a sharp knife, pierced through the Tartar prisoners' formation and arrived in front of the knife-wielding prisoners.

The Tatar leader who was the first to rebel saw the fully armed swordsmen and shieldmen charging towards him and knew that he would not be able to escape this pass if he did not defeat them today.

So he gritted his teeth, let out a roar, and charged toward Zhao Fubao.

"Kill these Xia soldiers, or we won't be able to break through the pass today."

Dozens of knife-wielding prisoners flashed their eyes menacingly, turned around, and clashed with the 50 sword-and-shield soldiers who had charged at them.

But how could the Tartar prisoners, driven by sheer bloodlust, possibly be a match for these elite swordsmen and shieldmen?

Facing the Tartar leader's heavy slashing sword, Zhao Fubao neither dodged nor avoided, but instead swung his own sword and met the attack head-on.

"clang!"

A crisp sound rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The Tartar leader paused in his longsword, a tremendous force surged through it, and the Tartar leader felt a tearing pain in his tiger's mouth.

Just as the Tartar leader sheathed his sword and was about to swing it down again, Zhao Fubao's longsword struck him first.

"Pfft—!!"

Zhao Fubao's longsword cleanly and swiftly sliced ​​across the neck of the Tartar leader, instantly tearing flesh apart and spurting blood.

A look of resentment flashed in the eyes of the Tartar leader. He thought he was about to break through the barrier, but he collapsed before the passage.

The Tartar leader fell heavily to the ground, but Zhao Fubao didn't even glance at him again, instead continuing his charge forward.

In just a few breaths, all the dozens of Tartar prisoners carrying knives were killed.

Without this sharp, dagger-like force, the resisting Tartar prisoners instantly lost most of their momentum.

Taking advantage of the situation, the swordsmen and shieldmen launched a counterattack, constantly tightening the encirclement, while the Xuanjia cavalry on the pass continued to shoot down the most fiercely resisting prisoners.

After a fierce battle, the dozens of Tartar leaders who resisted the most were killed on the spot.

Seeing that their leaders were all dead and there was no hope of breaking out, the remaining Tartar prisoners no longer had the courage to resist. They dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

In less than half an hour, the sudden prisoner riot was completely suppressed.

However, the pass was in complete disarray, with more than two hundred Tartar corpses lying haphazardly on the ground.

Blood flowed through the cracks in the bluestone within the pass, and a strong stench of blood filled the air.

Before long, the 2000 surviving Tartar prisoners were retied with ropes and squatted in the corner, their faces ashen.

Zhao Fubao wiped the blood off his face, looked at the devastated pass, his brows furrowed, and a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

Although he successfully suppressed the riot, fifty soldiers who remained behind were killed, all of whom were overseers and were in the middle of the group of Tartar prisoners.

Therefore, he became the first target of the riot. Even though he was armed with a long knife, he was no match for the rioters and unfortunately died in the chaos.

Qin Lide arrived with his men only after the riot was suppressed.

In fact, he had received the news at the very first moment of the riot, but his arrival would only have added to the chaos.

Qin Lide frowned as he looked at the corpses scattered on the ground, then turned to give instructions to Chen An, who had followed him.

"Chen An, take some men and clean up the scene."

Chen An nodded in agreement. Now, Chen An mainly worked by his side and was considered a trusted confidant.

Then Qin Lide looked at Zhao Fubao, who was standing to the side with a pained expression, and said in a deep voice, "Fubao, what happened?"

Zhao Fubao had already learned about the situation at the time. After a brief explanation, he said with a bitter expression, "Old Qin, I never expected that a moment of carelessness would lead to such a thing. I have let you down."

Qin Lide sighed softly, patted Zhao Fubao on the shoulder, and said, "Since it has already happened, don't blame yourself anymore. Think about how to prevent it from happening again."

Zhao Fubao nodded. "I understand. I've already made arrangements to strengthen defenses, and the Tartar prisoners will be kept under strict guard. We will absolutely not allow a similar incident to happen again."

Just as everyone had finished cleaning up the Black Mountain Pass, a soldier ran over with a complicated expression.

"Centurion, the lords are back!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fubao stiffened, his face turning deathly pale. He sighed inwardly, thinking that what was bound to happen had finally arrived.