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

Zhao Daxuan found a dense forest. The warhorses were too tall and conspicuous, making it difficult for him to move around. So he tied the two warhorses to the forest.

Then, as the night grew darker, they made their way towards the camp, carefully sensing the specific situation within.

In the entire camp, there were no more than five hundred fully armed Tartars; the rest of the auxiliary soldiers were either thin foreign slaves or Han Chinese.

The camp, which covered an area the size of three or four football fields, was patrolled by five squads of fifty Tartars.

The outermost edge of the camp, which was arranged in several concentric circles, consisted of four wooden wagons that were chained together end to end. The wagons were piled high with bags of food and fodder, filling the entire cargo area.

Dozens of Tatar sentries sat atop the outermost wagons, with a longbow and a quiver of arrows beside them.

The arrow quiver contains three whistling arrows with hollowed-out arrowheads, used to transmit signals.

The second ring consists of more sealed vehicles. Judging from the soldiers carrying these vehicles, they must contain large quantities of supplies such as arrows, tea, and salt.

The vehicles in the innermost ring were noticeably smaller and more upscale than those in the first two rings, suggesting they contained more important supplies.

Among the numerous felt tents, a brocade tent stood out conspicuously, clearly having been obtained from the Xia Kingdom by some unknown means.

However, the Tartars did not maintain it well; there were several holes in the brocade, revealing the felt underneath.

A campfire burned in front of the tent, and a Tartar dressed in fine clothes was gnawing on a large piece of sizzling mutton.

Zhao Daxuan patiently lay low, his eyes gleaming as he observed every detail. These were the key targets he would focus on later, and he couldn't afford to miss them.

At the same time, he was mentally planning the steps for tonight's operation, figuring out how to maximize his gains and inflict the greatest damage on the enemy.

His purpose in this trip was to use his personal space to obtain the most important supplies from the logistics unit and to destroy as much of the baggage that he could not take with him as possible.

This logistics unit was carrying important supplies for more than 10,000 people heading south. Zhao Daxuan was very much looking forward to what he could get from them tonight.

As night gradually fell, the waning moon in the sky was covered by floating clouds. Tonight, the night was dark and windy, and even God seemed to be on Zhao Daxuan's side.

Torches were lit in the camp, but they could only barely illuminate an area of ​​a few dozen steps around the camp.

The Tartars strengthened their defenses again, and more Tartar sentries appeared on the outer vehicles, observing their surroundings with vigilance.

Observing that most people in the camp had already fallen asleep, Zhao Daxuan straightened up, took out the Sun Chasing Divine Bow, and five arrows appeared in his hand with a single gesture.

Without relying entirely on eyesight, they locked onto the sentries on the outer vehicles within their sensory domain, drew their bows, and unleashed a volley of arrows.

The arrows fired from the Sun Chasing Divine Bow made very little sound, and became inconspicuous in the night, their light dimming and no longer dazzling.

The sentry in the vehicle felt a sharp pain in his chest without realizing it, and then he fell off the vehicle.

The commotion of several sentries falling off the vehicle immediately alerted the other sentries, who all got up and went to check.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!..."

The surrounding sentries shouted, but after only two shouts, a sharp pain shot through their chests, and their cries came to an abrupt halt.

The patrolling soldiers came and examined the dead sentry's body. They followed the direction of the arrows, but Zhao Daxuan had already changed his location.

After Zhao Daxuan shot and killed dozens of sentries who were preparing to launch a signal, chaos began to break out in the camp.

Then he took out some arrows from his personal space, which were tied with oil-soaked rags with wire. After lighting them with torches dropped by the Tartars, he shot the arrows at various parts of the camp.

The already tense camp became even more chaotic due to the fires breaking out everywhere.

Zhao Daxuan stopped waiting and took advantage of the chaos to slip through a gap into the camp, heading straight for the brocade tent in the center.

Inside the tent, the Tartar man in fine clothes was listening with a grim face as one of his men reported on the situation outside the camp.

Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and a man in a large felt robe slipped in. Upon closer inspection, it was clear he was a Han Chinese, and the man in fine clothes immediately showed anger.

But before he could utter a curse, he saw the man who had barged in raise his hand, his fingers slightly twitching, and two dark figures flashed by.

The richly dressed Tartar and his subordinate, who was reporting to him, clutched the dart stuck in their throats, blood trickling from their mouths, and collapsed to the ground, barely breathing in the blink of an eye.

The Han Chinese man who slipped in was Zhao Daxuan.

He glanced around the tent, but didn't have time to look at it much before sweeping the documents and papers on the table into his personal space.

He then darted forward, searched the richly dressed Tartar man's arms, and found a seal and a map, which he then put into his personal space without even looking at them.

He then left the camp and headed straight for the innermost vehicles, which contained the most important supplies. There weren't many of them, and they were one of his targets for the night.

The camp was teeming with people fighting the fire, and even if someone saw Zhao Daxuan with his head down, they wouldn't pay him any attention because of his uniform.

Lifting the first vehicle, one finds piles of leather bags inside. Upon opening them, one discovers, beneath a layer of wood ash, composite bowstrings.

Zhao Daxuan grinned, waved his hand to collect the entire truckload of composite bowstrings, then darted to the next transport vehicle.

Another compound bowstring, let's stop!

The next vehicle carried boxes of medicine, mainly wound medicine and other external injury ointments.

Receive!

The next vehicle, upon entering the carriage, revealed rows of wooden barrels. Prying them open, one found they contained sesame oil or pine resin.

Zhao Daxuan's eyes lit up, and a cold smile appeared on his lips. He had been worried about how to destroy the supplies that he couldn't take with him, since he didn't have many rockets.

Now there's no need to worry. With this truckload of sesame oil and pine resin, once it's poured everywhere, it'll be hard to put out the fire.

So Zhao Daxuan waved his hand and first put away a whole cart of sesame oil and pine resin. After that, every time he came to a cart, he would pour out half a bucket of sesame oil or pine resin after taking the goods.

Zhao Daxuan's actions of going in and out of the vehicle still attracted the attention of some people.

The Tartars exchanged glances, gripped their scimitars, and approached the vehicle where Zhao Daxuan was.

As soon as Zhao Daxuan stepped out of the vehicle, several curved blades came crashing down on him. A cold glint flashed in Zhao Daxuan's eyes, and the movements of the men seemed like snails to him.

Zhao Daxuan lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaving a blur as he vanished from the spot. The long knives in the hands of the men immediately missed their mark and struck the wooden planks of the vehicle.

The Tartars were taken aback. Just as they were about to turn around and look, their vision suddenly began to spin, with the sky and the earth appearing alternately.

Several headless corpses appeared in their line of sight, blood gushing from their necks, their hands tightly gripping a curved knife, their knuckles white from the force.

Then the edges of my vision were gradually swallowed by darkness, and the shouts in my ears grew farther and farther away.

In the moment before they lost consciousness, a question flashed through their minds: who were those headless corpses?