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

"Go and investigate again, be sure to be thorough, especially the hidden areas around the valley. Report back immediately if anything unusual is found!"

Chu Hanchuan was still not at ease and ordered another search, but the feedback after half an hour was still that there was nothing unusual in the surroundings.

What Chu Hanchuan didn't know was that Zhao Daxuan had arranged for Li Changming and the others to hide two miles away, making it impossible for Chu Hanchuan's spies to detect the situation two miles away.

Otherwise, they would have been discovered by Chu Hanchuan's men long ago.

This also shows that Zhao Daxuan was highly skilled and daring, which is why he dared to let the ambush team hide in such a far place.

If it were an ordinary person leading two hundred soldiers against an army of one thousand, they would probably only have a few men left by the time cavalry reinforcements arrived two kilometers away.

After confirming once again that there were no ambushes around, Chu Hanchuan's smile widened, and his vigilance gradually decreased.

He was even secretly planning that once he took down the team of two hundred men and solved the problem of the triangular-eyed man, he might be able to go to the mine and get a share of the spoils from Leng Wuye.

"Pass down the order: when we attack, everyone remember to prioritize attacking those being escorted, especially the one in the middle with the triangular eyes—he must be killed immediately!"

Chu Hanchuan gave a key instruction to the soldiers beside him, after all, killing a few kidnappers was their biggest goal tonight.

Chu Hanchuan didn't care whether he could deal with the two hundred soldiers of the Wangbei Camp below.

The soldiers nodded in unison, their eyes fixed intently on the ranks below, a fierce glint in them.

Chu Hanchuan continued to wait quietly, waiting for the perfect opportunity.

He watched as the soldiers at the bottom of the valley unloaded their weapons, lit a fire, and sat together, chatting and laughing, creating a lively scene.

Another half hour passed, and the soldiers in the valley finished their meal and were lazily cleaning up their dishes. Some were even dozing off against the rocks, their vigilance at its lowest.

Chu Hanchuan's lips curled into a cold smile, and he thought to himself, "The time has come!"

A cold glint flashed in Chu Hanchuan's eyes, and he swung his hand sharply, shouting, "Kill!"

The moment the words fell, the messenger behind him immediately blew the bone whistle on his chest. The sharp whistle pierced the sky and reached the ears of the soldiers lying in ambush.

Chu Hanchuan was the first to stand up, drew his sword from his waist, and charged down into the valley.

The 500 black-clad soldiers hidden around Chu Hanchuan also rushed down into the valley, taking out their bows and nocking arrows as they ran.

The soldiers of the Wangbei Camp, who had been leisurely strolling at the bottom of the valley, suddenly stirred up a commotion after hearing the noise coming from the side of the valley.

Someone shouted, "There's an ambush! Retreat!"

In the chaos, a group that appeared to be organized fled to the other side of the valley. The scene looked chaotic, as if they had been frightened into losing their composure.

Just as the soldiers of Wangbei Camp set off, five hundred soldiers in black stood up on the mountainside on the other side of the valley, drew their bows, and roared as they charged down the mountainside.

The line below suddenly became even more chaotic, with the entire line in disarray, stopping in place and arguing. Some wanted to go east, while others wanted to go west.

Chu Hanchuan couldn't help but reveal a hint of mockery on his face. He curled his lip and sneered, "Such a pathetic team, I really don't know how they drove away the Tartars back then. Zhao Daxuan really raised a bunch of useless trash."

Just as Chu Hanchuan led his men to within a few hundred meters of the Wangbei Camp soldiers, he raised his hand, about to give the order to prepare to fire arrows.

But suddenly a calm and familiar voice came from the chaotic ranks ahead. The voice pierced through the noisy shouts and entered his ears clearly.

"Commander Chu, it's been a few days. How are you?"

Upon hearing this voice, Chu Hanchuan's body stiffened and his expression changed drastically.

That's Zhao Daxuan's voice. Why is Zhao Daxuan in the front of the line?

Chu Hanchuan was startled, and almost dropped the long sword in his hand. He looked sharply in the direction of the sound.

They quickly spotted the soldier in the group who was wearing ordinary leather armor and whose face was covered in dirt.

The soldier slowly removed his hat. He raised his hand to wipe the dust from his face, revealing a calm and stern countenance.

He would never forget that face, it really was Zhao Daxuan!

But why is Zhao Daxuan here?

Chu Hanchuan had no time to care about anything else. His heart pounded wildly, and the mockery he had just felt was instantly replaced by a strange fear.

That is the fear that a lower-ranking prey feels when facing a higher-ranking predator.

After taking a few heavy breaths, Chu Hanchuan kept his lips tightly closed and remained silent.

At this point, there's no point in saying anything more. Since Zhao Daxuan dares to hide in the group, then we should just kill him too!

Zhao Daxuan received no response and knew that Chu Hanchuan was still clinging to a sliver of hope. He sneered, took two steps forward, and raised his voice again.

"Captain Chu, stop pretending to be deaf and dumb! I know you can hear me! Instead of staying put at Black Mountain Pass, you've brought so many masked soldiers to ambush and kill imperial prisoners in the dead of night. Are you planning a rebellion?"

"And to my brothers in the city guard, are you really willing to turn your swords against your own comrades? Although we are not from the same battalion, we are all soldiers of the Great Xia!"

No matter what Zhao Daxuan said, Chu Hanchuan kept his lips tightly shut, but his pace gradually slowed down, and he gradually retreated from being in the lead to the rear of the group.

The thousands of soldiers who charged toward Zhao Daxuan had just been given a handful of silver by Chu Hanchuan before setting off, and now their hearts were entirely with Chu Hanchuan, so they couldn't listen to anything Zhao Daxuan said.

Zhao Daxuan shouted a couple of times, but seeing no reaction from the troops charging towards them, he could only sigh helplessly and shake his head.

Originally, he was unwilling to use weapons, thinking that he could intimidate Chu Hanchuan and make him surrender voluntarily, which would also reduce the number of soldiers who died.

Although these soldiers had followed the wrong people, they were still soldiers of the Great Xia Dynasty, so he couldn't bear to kill them directly.

However, Chu Hanchuan was stubborn and refused to give up until he reached the Yellow River. When his soldiers were equally obstinate, he had no choice but to grant their wish.

Zhao Daxuan casually took out the Sun Chasing Divine Bow from his personal space, and with a flick of his right hand, five arrows appeared on the bow.

The surrounding soldiers were already used to this scene, after all, it wasn't the first time Zhao Daxuan had shown off this skill.

Zhao Daxuan didn't even look, directly locking onto the soldier running at the forefront in his perception field and releasing the arrow.

Several flashes of light appeared in the air, and before the five soldiers could even scream, they were all hit by arrows and sent flying backward, crashing heavily to the ground.

Chu Hanchuan's expression changed, and he roared, "Fire! Fire! Kill him!!"

The soldiers, who were already prepared, drew their bows and changed the direction of their arrows from their original targets, aiming them all at Zhao Daxuan.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

Instantly, thousands of arrows pierced the night sky, shooting towards Zhao Daxuan's direction.