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

Li Erlong dropped the cart he was pushing, took a few steps forward, and examined the warhorses. After looking them over for a while, he turned to look at Zhao Fubao.

"Fu Bao, if I'm not mistaken, these warhorses are all from the Tartars."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fubao grinned and gave a thumbs up. "Brother Li, you have a good eye! These warhorses are the mounts of the Tartar scouts."

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong's expression turned serious. He looked around but found nothing amiss before turning his gaze to Zhao Fubao.

"Fu Bao, this is no joke! The Tartar scouts have already arrived? We even left behind their warhorses? What about the Tartars?" Li Erlong asked several questions in a row.

Zhao Fubao chuckled, "The Tartars are naturally dead!"

He then recounted the events of the day to Li Erlong and the others in detail.

Dozens of people listened in stunned silence. Li Erlong slapped his thigh repeatedly, exclaiming, "My lord is truly awe-inspiring! It's such a pity we missed witnessing such a spectacular scene!"

"There will be plenty of opportunities later; you'll see them sooner or later," Zhao Fubao said with a smile.

Li Erlong nodded, then instructed the others to put the tree stumps on the several large carts back in place, before turning and heading towards Zhao Daxuan's tent.

After entering Zhao Daxuan's tent, he saluted and then spoke, "Sir, we're back. We've brought back several cartloads of tree stumps. Please tell us where we should place the chevaux-de-frise."

Zhao Daxuan nodded upon hearing this, having already considered the issue, and said, "Yes, thank you for your hard work. Setting up these barricades is mainly to provide ourselves with a relatively safe encampment environment."

"We have Wangbei Village behind us, so let's set up multiple barricades along the east, west, and north sides of the camp, leaving a section on the west side unset, which might come in handy later."

This arrangement would prevent enemy cavalry from directly attacking the camp, but it was necessary to leave an opening, though the reason for this was unclear.

However, Li Erlong did not say much, and after accepting the order, he turned around and went out to make arrangements.

The next day, everyone divided the work in an orderly manner, forming several teams to dig ditches, erect barricades, cut down tree stumps, and patrol on horseback.

Since acquiring several warhorses yesterday, Zhao Daxuan has arranged for men to patrol around the camp.

He couldn't keep his perception field active all the time; that would consume a lot of his mental energy, and he would quickly feel tired if he kept it on for too long.

Therefore, he would periodically expand his perception range and patrol with his warhorses to prevent the Tartars from approaching without his knowledge.

As expected, the Tartars sent out scouts again, and the next afternoon, when Zhao Daxuan activated his perception field once more, their eyes lit up.

Another warhorse has been delivered to our door!

And this time, twenty riders came!

He got up and went back to his tent, then came out carrying the Sun Chasing Divine Bow and a quiver of arrows.

Li Erlong noticed Zhao Daxuan's actions, and his eyes lit up as he became expectant.

He stayed at the camp today to set up barricades so that he could have a chance to witness Zhao Daxuan's feat of shooting down the Tartar scouts.

He turned his head to look in the north direction, stood on tiptoe, squinted, and stared intently for a long time.

But apart from their own warhorses, there was no other unusual activity in sight.

Looking back, they saw Zhao Daxuan standing there, motionless. They decided to stop searching for the Tartars and instead stared intently at Zhao Daxuan, not wanting to miss the sight of him wielding the Sun Chasing Divine Bow.

Today, because there were several riders patrolling and guarding the perimeter, the twenty Tartar scouts stopped about one and a half kilometers away.

Zhao Daxuan no longer hesitated and slowly raised the Sun Chasing Divine Bow in his hand.

Li Erlong didn't have to wait long before Zhao Daxuan moved, drawing his bow and nocking five arrows at the same time, which drew several faint golden lines across the sky.

After the first volley of arrows was fired, Zhao Daxuan drew his bowstring again and fired twenty arrows in four consecutive shots.

Before the twenty Tartar scouts could even begin their investigation, and just as the leader was about to turn back and give them a few instructions, several golden flashes appeared in the distance. In the blink of an eye, they brushed past them, followed by several muffled thuds behind them.

He turned around and his eyes widened in shock. He saw five of his men lying on the ground with large holes in their chests, bleeding profusely.

But before he could issue a warning, several golden glints flashed in the corner of his eye again.

This time, he saw it clearly: it was these golden rays that pierced through the chest of his subordinate, leaving a gaping hole from which blood oozed.

The remaining ten men's eyes flashed with fear. Before they could even find out where the enemy was, they pulled on the reins and tried to turn their horses around and get away from the place immediately.

However, just as the horse had turned halfway, two more waves of arrows rained down, instantly piercing their chests.

The scout leader fell heavily to the ground. Only one thought flashed through his mind: "So this is how yesterday's scouts lost contact." Before his consciousness dissipated, he fell into endless darkness.

Zhao Daxuan let out a soft breath, turned around and walked towards his tent, while ordering, "Go collect the spoils of war and clean up the traces at the scene."

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong was the first to turn and rush north, shouting as he ran, "I'll go, I'll go, let me go take a look!"

Standing a kilometer and a half away from the camp, before the 20 Tartar corpses, Li Erlong kept muttering unconsciously, "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!..."

After Li Erlong returned with a warhorse, he looked at Zhao Daxuan's tent with the same fanatical gaze as Zhao Fubao and the others had shown the day before.

From that moment on, he worshipped Zhao Daxuan to the point of blind devotion; he couldn't believe there was anything in this world that Zhao Daxuan couldn't do.

That day, Zhao Daxuan's team had 25 warhorses. When they rode their warhorses around Wangbei Village, they attracted a crowd of villagers to watch.

Qin Lide made a special trip to Zhao Daxuan's camp and learned that Zhao Daxuan had shot and killed twenty scouts. Qin Lide clicked his tongue in amazement and returned to the village with a look of astonishment.

When the other villagers learned the reason from Qin Lide, they were all stunned, but then they shook their heads with regret and walked away.

What a talented person! But he was sent to guard Wangbei Village. I wonder if they will even see the sun rise next month.

Qin Lide looked at the villagers' reactions, opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. In fact, he was just like the other villagers, feeling sorry for Zhao Daxuan.

On the third day, everyone continued with their own tasks, but this day was different because no Tartar scouts came.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Zhao Daxuan, who was lying on a chair basking in the warm sun with a straw hat covering his face, suddenly opened his eyes.

Very well, the rabbit has come again!

To his surprise, the number of scouts increased to fifty this time.

Unlike the previous two times, when they were about three kilometers away from Zhao Daxuan's camp, these scouts split into five groups and slowly approached from five different directions.