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

The last day before departure, at the core training ground of Zhenbei City.

The hundred soldiers under Zhao Daxuan's command were all shirtless. Unlike the soldiers in other units who were thin and weak, they had strong muscles and looked particularly powerful.

Sunlight shone on the soldiers' bronze bodies, reflecting a lustrous sheen. Sweat poured from their bodies from the drills, dripping down their muscles and forming dark spots on the ground.

In front of each person was a heavy, dark stone lock. The locks varied in size, but all weighed at least over a hundred pounds.

Standing at the front of the group, Li Erlong spoke in a low voice: "Lift!" Hundreds of people simultaneously lowered their waists and lowered their stances, their arm veins bulging, lifting the stone locks off the ground.

Li Erlong shouted again, "Lift!" The crowd exhaled and raised their voices, and the stone lock traced an arc, steadily lifting high above their heads.

Finally, after Li Erlong shouted "Lower!", everyone controlled the stone lock to slowly lower it, their tense muscles trembling slightly as they resisted gravity.

With a deep, muffled thud, the stone lock landed steadily on the ground.

This continued in a repetitive, endless cycle. In the training area under Zhao Daxuan's command, there were no other noises except for the repeated thuds—the sound of stone weights hitting the ground.

As the departure time drew closer, everyone became more focused and dedicated. Zhao Daxuan was very satisfied with the improvement of his subordinates, which made his intense efforts to train them worthwhile.

For the past ten days or so, Zhao Daxuan spent his days training his soldiers in the drill ground, constantly increasing their intensity. At night, he transformed into a diligent little bee, watering and fertilizing his three daughters at home, while also improving his own strength.

Li Tiezhu spent a few days getting Zhao Daxuan's two shops sorted out. After negotiating with the chefs, the shops were opened for business. In addition to delivering meals to Zhao Daxuan's staff, they also opened to the public.

Zhao Daxuan specially taught the chef a few of his signature dishes from his previous life, which helped the newly opened restaurant gain some fame.

Meanwhile, the three daughters in the family also felt the urgency of time. Li Shishi and her sister studied the steam engine blueprints that Zhao Daxuan had given them day and night. Zhao Daxuan had told them that the product made from these blueprints could be of great help to him.

Lin Zhiqing used the medicinal herbs provided by Zhao Daxuan to continuously brew Nine-Flavor Spirit Pills. Zhao Daxuan told her that the more she brewed, the better, since he also planned to continue training his soldiers while he was stationed in the village.

Everyone was busy preparing to set off to guard the village.

As Zhao Daxuan watched the group training, wondering when the weapons from Bailianfang would arrive, a voice behind him made him uncomfortable.

"Hey, isn't this Commander Zhao, the hero of the bandit suppression in the Liangshan Mountains? Tsk tsk tsk, I heard you're leading a team to guard the northernmost village again tomorrow?"

Zhao Daxuan turned around and saw a burly figure come into view. Zhao Daxuan's pupils shrank. This person was none other than Wang Liefeng of the Black Armor Camp.

He was indeed alright! Ever since he handed the envelope to Zhang Xiaoshan last time, there had been no further news. He had inquired about it once or twice, but Zhang Xiaoshan only told him to wait patiently.

Zhao Daxuan sneered, "Heh, so it's Commandant Wang. That's right, I'm about to cut off the Tartars' heads, unlike some people who only stab their own people in the back."

Wang Liefeng's face darkened. "Hmph! You're still as sharp-tongued as ever."

He glanced at the soldiers who were training and, seeing how fierce they were behaving, a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

It's unbelievable that he could train his men to be so formidable in just a few days.

But he quickly put it away, thinking they were just a group of people who were about to die, what was there for him to be afraid of?

Thinking to himself, a slight smile crept onto his lips as he stared at Zhao Daxuan with a sinister look.

"I have good news for you. I am leading the patrol team to the north. If you encounter the Tartars attacking, Centurion Zhao, you must send a signal in time so that I can get there as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan's face darkened. How could he not hear the irony in Wang Liefeng's words?

Fortunately, he had already prepared himself mentally, and he didn't expect the Black Armor Camp to come to his aid if he encountered the Tartars.

I just hope they don't resort to underhanded tactics, otherwise they won't be so lenient as to take them down as well.

Zhao Daxuan snorted coldly, "Don't worry, the only ones who will ask for help are the Tartars."

"Hahaha, let's see if you'll still be so stubborn then!" Wang Liefeng laughed and turned to leave.

As Zhao Daxuan stared at Wang Liefeng's departing figure, he wondered whether he should take advantage of this opportunity outside to kill Wang Liefeng.

While Zhao Daxuan and his men were enjoying their lunch, Mo Hanfeng from Bailianfang led his team, carrying dozens of boxes, into the core camp.

Along the way, the other soldiers in the camp frequently glanced at this group. Looking at their muscular bodies and smelling the rust on their bodies, the sharp-eyed ones had already guessed that they were from Bailianfang.

When they arrived at the drill ground, a large crowd gathered around them.

"What kind of equipment is this Hundred Refinements Workshop sending this time?"

"Strange, these boxes are only enough to equip about a hundred people at most, why would they send so few alone?"

"Who knows? Maybe it'll end up being sent to the rich team again."

"Rich Team" is what other teams privately call Zhao Daxuan's team because 10 of them wear luxurious gear and show off all day long, and the whole team eats a lot of meat every day.

Hearing the noise, Zhao Daxuan looked up and his eyes lit up. He quickly walked towards Mo Hanfeng.

"Manager Mo, you've kept me waiting!" Zhao Daxuan greeted Mo Hanfeng with a smile.

"Hehe, Lord Zhao, I have not failed you. The last batch of shields was just completed today, and I have brought them all to you immediately." Mo Hanfeng smiled and bowed to Zhao Daxuan.

"You've worked hard, you've worked hard. Hurry up and check how the equipment is." Zhao Daxuan urged.

"Don't worry, products from my Bailianfang are absolutely top-quality." Mo Hanfeng said as he had someone open the wooden box.

Suddenly, rows of brand-new heavy-duty shields and rows of sharp heavy-duty sabers were revealed inside.

Zhao Daxuan examined it carefully. The color was dark and the texture was cold and heavy to the touch. It was indeed consistent with the actual items he had seen before. They were all high-quality equipment refined to level 50.

After getting up, he waved to his soldiers, "Come and collect your equipment. Hurry up, and check it yourselves after you've received it."

After a burst of cheers, dozens of wooden crates were surrounded and collected in the blink of an eye.

Then he carefully inspected the weapon, afraid that he might have received a defective product.

Seeing that they had been studying it for a while and no one had raised any objections, Zhao Daxuan turned to look at Mo Hanfeng.

"Manager Mo, this batch should be fine. All that's left is the chainmail. Please finish making it as soon as possible. We'll be setting off tomorrow, so please help us transport it over."

After Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, he bowed respectfully to Mo Hanfeng. Zhao Daxuan always respected those who could help him.

After Mo Hanfeng patted his chest and made a promise, Zhao Daxuan finally let him leave.

Then, glancing at the group still intently examining their new equipment, he smiled and said, "Since you like it so much, then practice your sword formation this afternoon!"

"promise!"

Everyone gladly accepted the order.

Zhao Daxuan smiled faintly, then turned and walked towards Zhang Xiaoshan's tent. Today was the last day, and he needed to find out more about the specifics of this garrison mission.