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

The day after Bailianfang delivered the chainmail, the soldiers who received their new equipment couldn't hide their delight.

Almost everyone who put them on didn't want to take them off, but Zhao Daxuan still told them to hold back a little during training.

As time goes by, the next wave of Tatar cavalry could arrive at any moment.

"Erlong, tell everyone to hold back a bit during training today. Don't let the Tartars come and you all collapse from exhaustion."

Zhao Daxuan put down the empty bowl in his hand and looked at Li Erlong with a serious expression.

At this time, breakfast had just been prepared at the camp.

Most people were slurping up the hot porridge, enjoying it with the dried meat that Zhao Daxuan had brought out over the past two days – it was incredibly comforting.

If it weren't for the daily, unwavering training, the recent relaxation would have given everyone the illusion of going on a picnic in the countryside.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!..."

Just as Zhao Daxuan put down the empty bowl in his hand, a sudden sound of galloping hooves and a cry of alarm came from outside the camp.

"Report! Large-scale cavalry movement detected five kilometers away!!"

Then a patrolling rider came riding up with a solemn expression.

Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow. So they've finally arrived?

Still 5 kilometers away, beyond the reach of his senses. Zhao Daxuan lightly touched the ground with his feet and jumped onto the top of a nearby tent, standing steadily on it.

He looked intently in the direction the cavalry had come from and indeed discovered something unusual.

Five kilometers away, dust billowed, forming a low-hanging, moving yellowish-gray dust cloud.

It wasn't a large force, but it still numbered at least several hundred riders.

With a thought, his perception field instantly expanded like a tide, waiting for the other party to step into his perception field so that he could immediately detect the other party's true strength and weakness.

With a light leap, Zhao Daxuan landed lightly again, but his subordinates did not show any surprise, but rather looked as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

In their minds, Zhao Daxuan was already omnipotent. If he didn't even have this much skill, would he still be their leader?

Moreover, many people have witnessed Zhao Daxuan's ascent of the checkpoint in the Daliang Mountains.

Zhao Daxuan's cold gaze swept over the group before he spoke: "Send the signal, everyone assemble!"

Instead of being alarmed by Zhao Daxuan's cold gaze, the crowd felt a surge of excitement.

They've been looking forward to this day for a long time; it's time to show their strength!

"Woo~"

A mournful bugle call sounded.

The patrolling riders quickly returned, and the soldiers who had not yet finished eating hurriedly put down their bowls and chopsticks.

Everyone grabbed their weapons and assembled in the center of the camp as quickly as possible.

The formation of 100 people was arranged in an exceptionally neat manner.

Everyone gripped the hilt of their heavy horse-slaying swords tightly with one hand, their fingers turning white from the slight pressure.

In his other hand he held the handle of a heavy shield, which he placed on the ground in front of him, forming a horizontal barrier.

Zhao Daxuan walked over slowly, and saw that his subordinates were not afraid, but rather excited.

He nodded in satisfaction. Very good! No wonder they are his soldiers!

He raised his hand and pointed north.

"Brothers, look to the north!"

"The Tartar cavalry are here again!"

"And quite a few people came today!"

Everyone stared intently through the top edge of the shield in front of them at the grayish-yellow dust cloud to the north, which was slowly and steadily drifting toward them.

"We have no reinforcements behind us, no city walls, only hundreds of civilians who depend on us for their lives!"

Zhao Daxuan slowly raised the Sun Chasing Divine Bow in his hand, stared intently at the crowd in front of him, and said, word by word.

"Everyone, hold your shields steady! Grip your swords tightly!"

"Today, let those scum know what fear is!"

"Kill! Don't let them live to see tomorrow's sun!"

Zhao Daxuan looked up at the increasingly clear black line, a cold smile curving his lips.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!..."

Zhao Daxuan's hundred men roared in unison, their shields slamming up and down with a clang, their fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.

Within Zhao Daxuan's already activated perception range, a Tatar cavalry force of 500 men suddenly broke in 3 kilometers away, rapidly heading in their direction.

What appeared in their sight was like a black dot on the horizon, slowly spreading and rapidly expanding into an ink stain.

A deep, resonant rumble gradually approached, growing louder and louder, the sound of five hundred cavalrymen charging at the same time like thunder.

However, Zhao Daxuan's men only had solemn expressions on their faces, without showing the slightest panic.

The Tatar cavalry quickly grew larger in sight, and accelerated again after entering a kilometer.

Unlike the scouts before them who stopped to observe, they charged straight ahead.

Clearly, they intended to eliminate the enemy ahead with lightning speed and overwhelming force.

Zhao Daxuan calmly observed the scene before him, without rushing to make a move.

This time, he wanted to see just how capable his men really were; he needed to put them to the test.

When the 500 Tatar cavalrymen were 200 paces from the camp, one of the cavalrymen pulled out a bone whistle.

With a strong whistle, a piercing whistle rang out from the crowd.

The rapidly advancing column split into two, each heading in opposite directions, and at the same time, everyone began to draw their bows and nock arrows.

The arrows were pointing diagonally in the direction of Zhao Daxuan's team; they were going to use a barrage of arrows to overwhelm the troops in the camp ahead.

Just as the Tartar cavalrymen raised their bows and nocked their arrows, Zhao Daxuan, standing at the rear of the column, coldly uttered a single word: "Raise!"

The voice was firm and powerful, clearly reaching everyone's ears.

In an instant, the heavy shields of the Hundred Shields moved.

It wasn't a simple matter of raising the shield to block; rather, the soldiers in the front row raised their shields at a subtle angle, tilting them upwards, while the soldiers in the back row raised their shields high, one row after another, layer upon layer.

The steel wall that could withstand the raging torrent instantly transformed into an impenetrable "iron dome"!

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

The Tartar cavalry's arrow rain arrived as expected, falling like a torrential downpour and crashing against the "Iron House Dome".

However, the vast majority of arrows struck the tilted heavy shield with a clang and bounced off without leaving even a scratch.

A small number of arrows pierced through tiny gaps into the heavy shields, but were blocked by the soldiers in the front row wearing heavy chainmail.

After firing this volley of arrows, the two cavalry units turned around and rejoined, stopping in front of the ditch outside the camp.

Batulma, the leader of the cavalry, stopped and stared at the army before him with narrowed pupils.

Even after enduring a hail of arrows, it remained unmoved, without uttering a single scream.

This was definitely not an ordinary border army. Their equipment and combat discipline far surpassed those of the Great Xia army he had seen before.