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

In this way, the villagers who followed him would likely be in danger.

Zhao Daxuan had some impression of this team he was familiar with.

Two days ago, when I was scouting the main force of the Tartars, I sensed that their numbers were not just five hundred, but a full two thousand heavy cavalry. What I see now is only a part of them.

This was a well-trained team, their movements as they galloped were perfectly synchronized, all the knights were clad in heavy armor and carried heavy shields, and even their warhorses were covered in fish-scale-like full-body armor.

This is practically a machine born for war among the Tartar cavalry.

Although the Tartar heavy cavalry was not as fast as the light cavalry, the villagers were even slower, so the heavy cavalry and the villagers' group got closer and closer.

Zhao Daxuan looked at Uncle Li with a serious expression. "Uncle Li, something's happened. You take your men and keep going. I'll stay here to handle it."

Uncle Li also noticed the dust rising from the southern horizon. His face tightened, but instead of being coy, he nodded solemnly.

"Lord Zhao, then you'd better be careful!"

Zhao Daxuan nodded slightly, squeezed his legs together, and his warhorse's speed instantly increased, breaking away from the villagers' ranks like an arrow and heading towards the direction of the Tartar heavy cavalry.

Arrows fired from too far a distance have significantly reduced attack power and cannot penetrate defenses at all; the only way to increase attack power is to close the distance.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, Zhao Daxuan arrived in front of the Tartar heavy cavalry. Looking at the cavalry formation before him, whose thunderous roar sounded like muffled thunder, Zhao Daxuan frowned deeply.

Just by looking at the imposing presence of this force, Zhao Daxuan knew that if the Great Xia army encountered this force on the battlefield, they would undoubtedly be defeated.

Without further hesitation, Zhao Daxuan raised the Sun Chasing Divine Bow in his hand, drew the bow and shot an arrow; several streaks of light flashed by.

Although the heavy cavalry did not know the situation of the villagers in front of them, they came to investigate after noticing something amiss, and some of them fired arrows at them.

Therefore, they would not let the other party go no matter what, and when they saw that golden light, the cavalry knew that the person who shot the arrow must be the Han man who killed their hundred or so pursuers.

That Han Chinese man possessed exceptional archery skills. According to the description, perhaps only their heavy cavalry unit could put up a fight against him; other units would be no match for him in a single battle.

As Zhao Daxuan raised his longbow, the Tartar heavy cavalry simultaneously raised their heavy shields, covering most of their bodies and leaving only one eye exposed to observe.

The arrow flashed through the air, and as the Tartar heavy cavalry caught sight of the golden light, a bone whistle rang out in the ranks.

The cavalry immediately tilted their heavy shields slightly to the side, covering even their other eyes.

Several crisp "ding" sounds rang out as arrows struck the heavy shields of the heavy cavalrymen blocking their way.

The force was far greater than the previous volley of arrows, smashing a hole in the shield. The arrowheads got stuck in the heavy shield, causing it to veer to the side.

Although he still failed to kill the enemy with one blow this time, Zhao Daxuan's eyes lit up when he saw this scene.

He drew his bow again and shot an arrow. Under his deliberate control, the arrows lined up in mid-air, like a straight line.

The first arrow struck a cavalryman's shield, sending both the arrow and shield flying to the side. Then a second arrow struck, this time opening the cavalryman's defenses wide.

Then, before he could react, a third arrow came flying in and struck the knight’s heavy armor.

Then the fourth and fifth arrows hit the same spot in succession, and finally the fifth arrow pierced through the knight's heavy armor.

With the force of the impact, the knight, an arrow deeply embedded in his body, was sent flying backward and crashed heavily to the ground, where he lay motionless.

Zhao Daxuan's eyes flickered. Although he could now take down a heavy cavalryman in one strike, the efficiency was far lower than before, and it was not enough to create a sufficient deterrent.

But for now, we can only do this, slowly shooting down the enemy, and see when they collapse.

Zhao Daxuan fired wave after wave of arrows. Although each wave of arrows caused the enemy to lose a cavalryman, it did not slow down the pace of the heavy cavalry in the slightest.

A rhythmic drumbeat and whistle echoed through the ranks of the Tartar heavy cavalry.

Then, a hundred-man squad closest to Zhao Daxuan broke away from the main group and began to surround and attack him.

The remaining 300-plus cavalrymen continued to pursue the villagers ahead.

Zhao Daxuan frowned, spurred his horse to create distance from the pursuing cavalry, and then continued to shoot them one by one.

But as time went on, the heavy cavalry got closer and closer to the villagers.

The villagers' group was not a professional riding team after all; they had never practiced riding at high speeds, and after several days of travel, everyone was already exhausted.

Uncle Li and the others could now clearly hear the thunderous sound of horses' hooves behind them, far louder than the sound of their own troops galloping, like giant waves crashing against the shore, coming in waves.

Many villagers turned back frequently, looking at the team that resembled a steel behemoth, and couldn't help but tremble, a chill rising from their hearts.

The group couldn't help but speed up, whipping their horses frantically, wishing they could run even faster.

However, the lack of horsemanship and the anxiety caused many people to panic, and some slipped and fell off their horses.

This made the already panicked group even more agitated. Uncle Li and A Liang heard a sound behind them and saw someone fall off their horse. Their eyes widened in surprise.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Uncle Li's and A Liang's eyes, then they pulled on the reins and galloped towards the spot where the villagers had fallen off their horses.

As he raced back, he shouted, "Everyone hold on tight to the reins! Don't let go!"

The group approached the villagers who had fallen from their horses. Seeing them lying on the ground with expressions of pain, clearly unable to ride on their own any longer, they couldn't help but sigh.

He then reached out and pulled the villager, who had fallen and was groaning in pain, onto his horse before continuing to chase after the group ahead.

However, the few who turned back at this moment had fallen behind the main force by some distance and became the closest to the Tartar heavy cavalry.

The sound of horses' hooves grew heavier and heavier behind them, and everyone's faces gradually turned pale.

When they were only about two hundred paces away from the villagers, the heavy cavalryman at the front of the column turned fierce, lowered his heavy shield, and began to draw his bow and nock an arrow.

But before the arrow could be fired, Zhao Daxuan, who had been keeping a close eye on the group, turned cold and fired an arrow at the heavy cavalrymen who had lowered their shields.

Any cavalryman who dared to lower his heavy shield and attempt to assassinate the villagers was shot off his horse by Zhao Daxuan before he could even fire an arrow.

Upon seeing this, the other heavy cavalrymen's expressions changed, and they no longer dared to attempt to shoot the villagers in front of them from a distance.

He could only grit his teeth and urge his warhorse forward, while reaching for his long sword with one hand.

Once you get close enough to catch up with the villagers ahead, you can draw your long sword and cut them off their horses.