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

Uncle Li and the others looked at each other, but still hesitated, not daring to make a final decision, after all, this was a major decision that would determine the life and death of the whole family.

Seeing the hesitant expressions on everyone's faces, Ah Liang gritted his teeth, took a few steps forward, came to Uncle Li's side, and spoke earnestly.

"Uncle Li, I believe our benefactor wouldn't lie to us! Let's go, let's go together! If we don't leave, we'll be lucky to escape with our lives!"

Uncle Li paused for a moment upon hearing this, then showed a struggling expression, and finally sighed under A Liang's pleading gaze.

"Fellow villagers, I've decided to leave! Are you coming too?" Uncle Li turned to look at the other villagers around him.

Seeing that Uncle Li and A Liang had decided to leave with Zhao Daxuan, the other villagers around them exchanged glances and nodded emphatically.

"Let's go! We won't survive if we don't leave!"

"Even if we're going to die, we want to die on our way home!"

The villagers encouraged each other, as if by saying a few words of self-comfort, they could more calmly accept the decision to embark on an unknown journey.

Ah Liang finally let out a long breath.

If the villagers refuse to leave and end up being implicated and killed by the Tartars, he will never forgive himself.

Fortunately, there is still a way out: Zhao Daxuan will lead everyone back to the Great Xia territory. Although the journey may be arduous, at least there is still hope for survival.

Uncle Li led everyone to Zhao Daxuan, bowed deeply to him, and then spoke.

"We are truly ashamed to admit that we do not know how to address this young master. We have now decided to return to the village and persuade him to leave with us."

Zhao Daxuan's lips curled into a slight smile as he spoke softly, "I am Zhao Daxuan, a centurion of the Zhenbei City Guard."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Since you have decided to leave with me, go back and prepare. Those who are willing to leave, set off with me at dawn."

Uncle Li was taken aback when he heard this, then a look of joy appeared on his face, and he nodded repeatedly.

"So you are the lord of Zhenbei City. We were blind to your greatness. You are truly our lucky star! No problem, we will go back and prepare now."

He was about to leave after speaking, but then turned back and hesitated, saying, "However, there is still one problem. There are three Tartar households in this village."

"Now that we have killed their people, if we do nothing, I'm afraid they will immediately seek help from other Tartars."

Zhao Daxuan knew that in every Han Chinese village in the north, there would be a few Tartar families who would settle down and turn the nearby fertile fields into their pastures, raising cattle, sheep or warhorses.

"You can handle it as you see fit," Zhao Daxuan said calmly, as if he were deciding on something trivial.

Uncle Li nodded upon hearing this, turned around and picked up a curved knife next to the headless corpse at the door of the house. The others followed suit and picked up the other two.

Then, led by Uncle Li, they rushed toward the center of the village with murderous intent.

Before long, several piercing screams rang out from the village, carrying far into the quiet night.

Zhao Daxuan's perception range then expanded, instantly covering the entire village.

In his perception, several Tartars were lying on the ground in the spacious, luxuriously decorated houses in the center of the village, with blood flowing freely beneath them.

These Tartars included old and young women and children, clearly a family, but at this moment they were all lying in pools of blood, their bodies only twitching unconsciously.

Zhao Daxuan was not surprised. These villagers had been bullied by the Tartars for so many years, and now that they had decided to leave this place, they would naturally not let go of the Tartars who had bullied them for so long.

To Zhao Daxuan's surprise, after killing the Tartars, Uncle Li and his men did not immediately loot the valuables in their house, but instead turned around and headed towards the pasture.

Uncle Li and his men stood in the stable of the ranch, watching two hundred fine horses all tied to their mangers, resting quietly.

He couldn't help but burst into laughter. With these fine horses, the villagers' chances of escaping back to the Great Xia were much greater.

"Let's go! Go back and persuade the rest of the villagers to leave first thing tomorrow morning. Each household can take a few good horses and a lot of belongings with them."

Uncle Li waved his hand and rushed back into the village, going door-to-door to persuade them.

Uncle Li's prestige in the village was clearly very high, and seeing so many people decide to leave, the other villagers also decided to leave together.

On the other side, Ah Liang did not leave with Uncle Li and the others. Instead, after Uncle Li and his men left, he returned to the house to comfort his newlywed wife.

Zhao Daxuan stood at the door of the house, took out a piece of wound ointment from his spatial storage and tossed it to A Liang.

"You should treat your wound as soon as possible; the longer you delay, the slower it will heal."

"If you get infected, you might not die from the Tartars' swords, but from the wounds instead."

Ah Liang accepted the ointment and nodded gratefully. "Thank you so much, Lord Zhao. I can never repay your kindness in this lifetime, but I will never forget it!"

Zhao Daxuan chuckled and shook his head, then turned and walked outside, but his concerned voice still drifted back from afar.

"Take good care of your injuries; only by staying alive can you have a chance to repay me!"

Ah Liang watched Zhao Daxuan's retreating figure, a touch of emotion flashing across his face, his eyes revealing a resolute expression.

But then, as if remembering something, he chased after Zhao Daxuan outside the room and called out, "Lord Zhao, please rest in my room. There's still plenty of time before dawn."

Zhao Daxuan's voice drifted back from afar, "No need, I have somewhere to go!"

Zhao Daxuan strolled around the village casually, came to the center of the village, randomly picked a Tartar house that looked pleasing to the eye, and went inside.

He frowned at the blood-soaked corpse on the ground, then ignored it, stepped into a bedroom, closed the door, and made do with resting for the night.

The next morning, Zhao Daxuan rode his warhorse to the village entrance and saw two hundred fine horses, each carrying either people or loads full of household items. He couldn't help but find it amusing.

Such a fine horse, but it was used to pull household items, including all sorts of pots, pans, and dishes.

Shaking his head, Zhao Daxuan addressed Uncle Li at the front of the group, "Everyone's here, let's set off. Everyone must follow my instructions on the road, or don't blame me for being impolite!"

Uncle Li nodded repeatedly and said earnestly, "Don't worry, Lord Zhao. I've given all the instructions. If you point west, we will definitely not go east."

Zhao Daxuan nodded slightly, spurred his horse, and galloped off to the south.

Uncle Li waved his hand, and the villagers gripped the reins of the horses carrying the goods with one hand and cracked their whips with the other, urging their horses forward to follow.

Fortunately, the villagers had been helping the Tartars herd livestock for many years, so almost everyone was familiar with riding horses. Thus, the group followed Zhao Daxuan in an orderly fashion, heading south.

Along the way, Zhao Daxuan relied on his perception domain to lead his team around or shoot at Tartars from a distance if he sensed them ahead.

By this time, their force of two hundred warhorses was already quite formidable, so when they passed through some villages, they arranged for a few clever villagers to go and question them.

See if any villagers want to return to Daxia with their group; after all, it's the same as taking more people.

To Zhao Daxuan's surprise, most villages had no one willing to go. However, as more people inquired, their group gradually grew larger.

The villagers reluctantly discarded some of their belongings and freed up their horses. In addition, another village followed the example of Lijia Village, slaughtering several Tartar households and taking their warhorses.

As a result, the entire force swelled to over four hundred riders and more than five hundred men, raising clouds of dust as they galloped.

However, this only made people less likely to provoke them. When they saw the dust kicked up by the galloping warhorses, they would hide to the side in fear.

Thanks to Zhao Daxuan's perception domain and extraordinary archery skills, they only went around in circles and didn't encounter any major trouble.

After traveling for two days and two nights, Zhao Daxuan finally led a team of more than 500 people to stand in front of the entrance of Wangbei Village.

However, Wangbei Village was now just ruins, clearly destroyed by the Tartar army passing through the area in a fit of rage.

Zhao Daxuan took a deep look at the village ruins before him, spurred his horse, and continued galloping forward.

The group continued marching for less than half an hour when Zhao Daxuan suddenly frowned. A force of 500 heavily armored Tartar cavalrymen suddenly appeared ahead.

Zhao Daxuan waved his hand, changed direction, and deliberately bypassed the Tartar cavalry.

However, after they changed direction, the cavalry also changed direction.

Zhao Daxuan frowned and glanced behind him. The billowing dust must have given them away.

With a sigh, Zhao Daxuan raised his longbow, quickly drew the bow and nocked an arrow. Five golden lights flashed from his hand, drawing an arc in the sky.

Just when he thought this volley of arrows would kill him one by one, as always,

I sensed that the charging heavy cavalrymen had all raised their shields and cowered behind them.

The arrows, which had streaked across the sky for miles, slammed heavily onto the shields as they galloped forward, sparks flying, before bouncing gently and falling limply to the ground.

Zhao Daxuan's expression changed. This was the first time he had encountered a team that could block his arrows, even if it was only after the arrows had been fired a few miles away and were exhausted.

However, in doing so, he would certainly not be able to quickly defeat this group, and the villagers who followed him would likely be in danger.