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

After placing their belongings on the table in the house, Li Shishi and her sister turned around and looked at Zhao Daxuan with reluctance.

Both sisters had red eyes and long eyelashes still glistening with tears, clearly indicating they had just been crying.

He came to the table, picked up the bowl, and drank a mouthful of the thick, fragrant rice porridge. Not only did his stomach feel warm, but his whole heart also felt the warmth brought by the two women.

He turned and looked at the two women with gentle eyes, saying, "Thank you for your hard work, getting up so early to cook porridge."

Li Shishi shook her head and said in a hoarse voice, "If getting up early can save my husband from participating in bandit suppression, then I'm willing to get up even earlier."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan shook his head and chuckled, gently ruffling Li Shishi's hair as he said softly, "This isn't your fault. Don't worry, I'll be back safely."

After finishing his porridge and side dishes in a few gulps, he changed into the city guard uniform and leather armor, slung the captain's bow and arrows over his shoulder, waved to the two women, and strode towards the assembly point at the city gate.

Li Shishi and her sister stood at the door, wiping away tears that flowed like broken pearls, and called out, "Husband, come back soon, we're waiting for you at home!"

When Zhao Daxuan arrived at the core camp of the city guards, five hundred-strong city guard units were lined up crookedly in the training ground.

As he approached the column, the horse-faced centurion Gao Yuan, who was at the front of the column, looked at Zhao Daxuan, who had just arrived, with a gloomy face and began to curse.

"Zhao Daxuan, do you even know what time it is? How dare you make so many of us wait for you? Don't you have any discipline at all?!"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Daxuan's eyes. Gao Yuan was here to cause trouble, so it would be faster for them to regroup on the spot.

Picking at his ear, Zhao Daxuan pointed to a few city guards slowly walking over from not far away, his voice indifferent.

"Centurion Gao, we agreed to meet at 3:45 AM and depart. It's no later than 2:45 AM now. And look carefully, I'm not the last one to arrive."

The group of people who had just approached sensed the tension in the air and quickly ducked into the next group.

Gao Yuan glared fiercely at the group of people. If they weren't not part of his team, he would have definitely taught them a lesson.

He squinted and looked at Zhao Daxuan again: "Sharp teeth and sharp tongue! Let's see if you're still so tough once we get to the Liangshan Mountains!"

After a cold laugh, he said, "Deng Rong's troops are currently short-staffed because of you. I have already obtained approval from the Commandant to place you under Deng Rong's command during this march. Return to your unit immediately!"

Zhao Daxuan gave Gao Yuan a cold look, then scanned the area and found Deng Rong's group before walking straight over to them.

As I passed Gao Yuan, a deliberately lowered voice reached my ears.

"Anyone who dares to hit me is dead!"

Zhao Daxuan paused for a moment, then continued walking forward without looking up.

He wanted to see what method Deng Rong would use to ensure his own demise.

Arriving at Deng Rong's group, he chuckled and said, "Squad Leader Deng, you look much better these past few days!"

Deng Rong's cheek muscles twitched instinctively, and he immediately felt a dull pain in his face, which had already subsided.

Looking around at his team of brothers, he felt even bolder.

He mustered his courage and put on a stern face, pointing to a large basket in the group and saying, "Enough nonsense, this is our team's baggage for this march, which includes the arrows you requested. You are responsible for carrying them independently."

Zhao Daxuan walked to the large basket, which was about half a person's height and too big for one person to hug. It was filled with camp equipment, dry rations and a quiver of arrows.

He lifted the large basket, which weighed at least 200 pounds. Normally, this would be done by multiple people working together, taking turns carrying or lifting it. Deng Rong specifically asked him to be in charge alone, which was clearly an attempt to make things difficult for him.

What would be a burden for others is easy for him.

Upon inspection, it was discovered that the quiver contained only 30 arrows, and even with the quiver of arrows obtained from the captain, there were no more than 60 arrows.

Zhao Daxuan frowned and looked at Deng Rong, asking, "Why is there only one quiver of arrows?"

At this moment, Deng Rong and the others around him were standing aside, waiting to see Zhao Daxuan make a fool of himself. Upon hearing this, Deng Rong chuckled and said, "The other teams also need to be equipped; we don't have any extra arrows!"

Zhao Daxuan smiled coldly, thinking that no one would believe that such a large military camp would not have extra arrows.

However, 60 arrows are enough; we can always retrieve them on-site later.

At this moment, Deng Rong's voice rang out from the front of the column: "Silence! I am in charge of this march, and the entire army must obey orders without question. Violators will be punished according to military law!"

He paused, looked around, and then shouted, "All troops, move out now!"

Seeing that several groups of a hundred men were about to begin their march, Zhao Daxuan put his bow and arrows and his bundle into his backpack.

He lifted the large basket and tossed it behind him, hoisted it onto his back, and then calmly and steadily followed the group.

Deng Rong did not see the flushed face and unsteady steps that he had imagined, nor did he hear any cries of pleading for mercy.

Instead, he looked relaxed and carefree, but his face immediately darkened.

He snorted coldly and said, "Pretending to be something you're not, I'd like to see how long you can keep that up!"

He casually followed behind the group, ready to keep a close eye on Zhao Daxuan and not give him any chance to cheat or slack off.

The team set off, heading towards the Daliang Mountains.

As time went by, half a day passed, and Deng Rong's expression grew increasingly strange.

He looked puzzled. He had tried carrying that big basket before, and it weighed at least 200 pounds. A normal person would be unable to walk after carrying it for 15 minutes.

The others around Zhao Daxuan also looked at him frequently, all with shocked expressions, wondering in their hearts: Is this person a monster?

Despite carrying a large basket of supplies for so long, he remained as relaxed and calm as when he first set out on the march.

Whispers arose from the surrounding crowd, and someone unaware of the situation asked, "Who is that person? Carrying such a huge basket of supplies, it would take me half an hour to walk that far, and he doesn't even flinch!"

Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged city guard chimed in, "Stop bragging! I tested that big basket before we set off; it weighs at least two hundred pounds. If you can carry it for a quarter of an hour, I'll respect you as a true man!"

The man chuckled awkwardly, "I didn't know the exact weight; I thought it was only a hundred pounds!"

Then, changing the subject, he said, "Hey, you still haven't said who he is? How come he's carrying such a big basket all by himself?"

The middle-aged city guard chimed in, "Heh heh, you've definitely heard of that guy. He's notoriously sickly in our city guard!"

The man looked at him with disbelief and said, "Huh? You mean that guy who can't lift a finger or carry anything, and who only ever hides in the back doing odd jobs during battles?"

The middle-aged city guard nodded and said, "Yes, that's right!"

The man looked at the middle-aged city guard with disdain, pointed to the large basket on Zhao Daxuan's back, and said, "You call this 'can't lift anything by hand or carry anything on your shoulder'?"

The middle-aged city guard coughed twice, then said awkwardly, "Hehe, this...this might be a rumor; I only heard it from someone else!"

Finally, before darkness fell, several teams of about 100 people each traveled 40 kilometers to reach the foot of the Liangshan Mountains.

After Gao Yuan ordered them to rest on the spot and launch a formal attack the next day, the entire team breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Daxuan put down his basket, and the others rushed forward to take out the dry food and tents inside, setting up the tents while eating.

Zhao Daxuan also took out a tent and some dry food that Li Shishi and her sister had prepared for him, and set up the tent while eating, just like the others.

As the tent was set up, Zhao Daxuan smiled with satisfaction. Just as he pulled back the curtain to go inside and rest, a malicious voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Zhao Daxuan, you're not allowed to go in! To prevent a bandit attack, you must keep watch outside tonight!"