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

Zhao Daxuan quickly withdrew his curved sword, coldly watching the heads roll on the ground before him, and expressionlessly dashed towards his next target.

Once loaded into the carriage, what came into view was a double layer of oilcloth covering the contents tightly. Lifting it revealed tea bricks packed in bamboo baskets.

In the tribes of the Tatars, tea bricks were a very important commodity. They regarded tea as their lifeblood, and it was also related to their diet.

If you don't drink tea for a long time, you will not only feel uncomfortable all over, but it may even lead to problems such as indigestion.

Zhao Daxuan grinned slightly. This whole cart of tea bricks weighed at least a ton. Without thinking too much, he waved his hand and put them all into his spatial storage.

After casually sprinkling a little pine resin, Zhao Daxuan moved on to the next truck. He was like a diligent bee, collecting resin from one truckload after another.

After two more trucks loaded with tea bricks arrived, Zhao Daxuan discovered that thirty ceramic jars of honey were stuffed into the gaps between the bamboo baskets containing the tea bricks. He accepted them all without hesitation.

After loading another cartload of tea bricks, he took out a jar of pine resin and poured it on the tea bricks, intending to destroy it when he left.

We will never leave anything good that we can't take with us to the Tartars!

I climbed into another truck, this time not carrying tea bricks, but a truckload of neatly stacked wooden crates.

Inside, it was lined with layers of hay for protection and filled with arrowheads that gleamed coldly; these were not ordinary arrows, but specially made ones.

These arrowheads are triangular in shape, not made of iron but of steel, and are far harder than ordinary arrowheads. They also have bleeding grooves.

I casually flipped through a few more wooden boxes and found that in addition to armor-piercing arrowheads, there were also bone arrows with holes and rocket arrowheads with barbed flaming canisters.

Zhao Daxuan happily stored the entire cartload of arrows into his spatial storage. He had hardly ever used any of these good arrowheads.

The arrows that were previously distributed in Zhenbei City were just the most ordinary ones, and some were even crudely made.

If it weren't for his excellent archery skills, the arrow might have flown off into who-knows-where; an ordinary archer simply couldn't use it.

After exiting the carriage, he scanned the inner ring road and found that the few remaining trucks had all been looted or had pine resin dumped inside.

So without lingering, he lightly touched the ground with his feet and sped towards the truck on the second lap.

The quality of the trucks in the second circle was noticeably lower than that in the inner circle. After inspecting several trucks, I found that they were all loaded with ordinary arrows or arrowheads.

He couldn't take too many with him, so he just took out a jar of sesame oil and poured it evenly over the wooden box containing the arrows. He would burn it later if he couldn't take it with him!

After searching through several vehicles loaded with ordinary arrows, they finally had a decent haul.

The coarse salt, white with a hint of yellow, was packed in moisture-proof leather bags. Each piece of coarse salt was about the size of a fist and was neatly stacked in the carriage.

There were also a dozen or so earthenware jars, wrapped in moisture-proof leather bags and hay, filled with the finest refined salt, snow-white as snow and with uniform grains like fine sand.

Zhao Daxuan's eyes lit up. Refined salt was something that even money couldn't guarantee you could buy in Zhenbei City.

He had considered purifying coarse salt himself, but even coarse salt was subject to purchase restrictions, and the quantity was too small for him to bother with, so he just made do with what he had.

With a wave of his hand, he stored the entire cartload of coarse and refined salt into his spatial storage.

Two more carts of coarse salt followed, but unfortunately, there was no refined salt left in those carts. Zhao Daxuan had limited space, so he took one cart and destroyed the other.

By this point, Zhao Daxuan's personal space was completely full.

Letting out a long breath, Zhao Daxuan had no time to tally up his gains for the night. He casually picked up a torch, went to a vehicle, and lit the grease that had been sprinkled inside.

After setting all the vehicles that had been splattered with grease on fire, Zhao Daxuan then rushed towards the outermost grain carts.

He took a jar of sesame oil from his spatial storage and smashed it onto the grain cart. The jar shattered instantly, and the sesame oil splattered everywhere.

Zhao Daxuan revealed a cold smile, raised his hand and set the grain cart on fire, then swept over to the next grain cart.

They followed the same method, continuously setting fire to vehicles loaded with provisions.

Zhao Daxuan's blatant actions immediately attracted the attention of the Tartar soldiers, who all showed expressions of shock and rushed towards him angrily.

However, Zhao Daxuan ignored them, lightly tapped his feet, and easily dodged the crowd's attack, continuing to set the vehicle ablaze.

Unfortunately, there weren't many oil tanks available, and Zhao Daxuan used up the last one after lighting a quarter of the grain carts.

Zhao Daxuan stopped and turned to survey the entire camp, admiring his masterpiece.

At this moment, flames shot into the sky throughout the camp, and waves of heat rushed towards him, turning his face red and illuminating half the sky.

The fire spread along the connected vehicles, and the ever-growing flames crackled and popped throughout the camp.

The Tartar soldiers shouted and directed their auxiliary soldiers to carry buckets to the shallow stream next to the camp to fetch water, or to push the unlit vehicles away from the fire.

Awakened by the burning flames and shouts, the livestock broke free of their reins, bellowing and running about, making the already chaotic camp even more chaotic.

Turning his gaze away, Zhao Daxuan looked at the dozens of Tartar soldiers who surrounded him, a cold smile appearing on his face.

He drew his curved sword from his waist, gripped the hilt tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force, and stomped his foot, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The Tartar soldiers, panting and exhausted from their pursuit, had just surrounded the enemy completely when the person in front of them vanished in an instant, and their expressions changed drastically.

The next moment, a figure appeared in front of several Tartars. Before they could react, a flash of cold light appeared, and several Tartar heads flew off.

A wound the size of a bowl appeared on his neck, and blood gushed out, but Zhao Daxuan had already dodged it and didn't get a drop on him.

The Tartars had already surrounded them. As the encirclement grew smaller, Zhao Daxuan frowned, lightly touched the ground with his toes, leaped into the air, and used the heads of the soldiers to vault over the encirclement.

Disliking the low efficiency of wielding a sword, Zhao Daxuan flipped his left hand, revealing the Sun Chasing Divine Bow. As he wandered around the camp, he took out arrows from his spatial storage and nocked them.

Locking onto the remaining hundreds of Tatar soldiers in the camp through his sensory domain, wave after wave of arrows were fired, each time causing several Tatars to fall into pools of blood.

Soon, half of the pursuers behind them were shot dead, and the rest, looking terrified, scattered and fled.

Zhao Daxuan stood still and kept drawing his bow and arrow, shooting down the soldiers disguised as Tartars one by one.

It wasn't until the fire in the camp grew larger that Zhao Daxuan managed to slip out of the camp through a smaller gap in the fire.

Seeing the firelight illuminating half the sky above the Tartar camp, Zhao Daxuan grinned and chuckled. Then he turned and lightly touched the ground with his toes, galloping into the woods where the warhorses were.

Zhao Daxuan mounted his warhorse and, relying on his perception domain, had a thorough understanding of the terrain in front of him. With a thought, the warhorse galloped back the way it came.

The night was dark, but that did not hinder Zhao Daxuan from galloping at full speed.

Unlike during the day, when he needed to evade small groups of cavalry, Zhao Daxuan moved forward at a faster pace than during the day.

The wind whistled past his ears, blowing Zhao Daxuan's long hair into a fluttering motion, bringing a feeling of unparalleled exhilaration.

As he passed by a village with a sign that read "Li Family Village," Zhao Daxuan subconsciously glanced at a house at the village entrance.

There was a family celebrating a happy occasion today. The door was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and large red lanterns were hung. Although it wasn't very lively when I passed by during the day, the atmosphere was still very festive.

Just as I was about to speed past, I heard a scream from the house, followed by a woman's cries.