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

A ferocious expression appeared on the faces of the Tartar heavy cavalry; none of their prey could escape.

Zhao Daxuan's face was grave. He hadn't expected that this mere 500 heavy cavalrymen would be so troublesome, and this was only a portion of the Tartar heavy cavalry.

If he were to face two thousand Tartar heavy cavalry at once, he would have no choice but to temporarily avoid their sharp edge and nibble them out one by one by flying them like kites.

Just as Zhao Daxuan was frowning and his mind was racing, another cloud of dust appeared in front of the villagers' procession, clearly indicating that another cavalry force had appeared ahead.

Uncle Li and the others looked at the smoke and dust ahead, their expressions changed drastically, their hearts sank to the bottom, and they felt as if half of their bodies had turned cold.

Zhao Daxuan's expression darkened again, and he frowned as he extended his perception domain forward.

If the enemy ahead is either heavy Tartar cavalry or even just ordinary cavalry, it could be the last straw that breaks the camel's back.

Soon, the perception range covered an area of ​​3 kilometers ahead, and a cavalry unit appeared in Zhao Daxuan's perception range.

Upon sensing the situation of that team, Zhao Daxuan's eyes suddenly lit up, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. That feeling of being in control of the entire field returned to him.

The cavalry that appeared ahead was not Tartars, but Li Erlong and his remaining troops, whom Zhao Daxuan had sent back ahead of him!

To his surprise, he did not expect to encounter Li Erlong and his group here.

Judging from their posture, they are preparing to head straight north, and their intentions are self-evident.

But it just so happens that they are about to run into Zhao Daxuan and his group.

With a smile in his eyes, Zhao Daxuan drew his longbow and fired several arrows towards Li Erlong and the others. Several golden streaks flashed across the sky and pierced the ground in front of Li Erlong and the others.

At the same time, Zhao Daxuan shouted to Uncle Li and the others, "Don't be afraid, just charge over there, they're our people!"

When Zhao Daxuan's voice came, A Liang and the others immediately relaxed.

They believed Zhao Daxuan's words; since Zhao Daxuan said that the people ahead were their own, there must be no danger.

When Li Erlong and his group first saw the billowing dust ahead, they intended to take a detour, but when they saw the several golden lights flashing before their eyes, they were overjoyed.

Without a second thought, the entire team sped up and raced toward the direction from which the arrows had come.

Li Erlong and his companions each rode two horses, whose loads were far less than those of the Tartar heavy cavalry, and whose galloping speed far exceeded that of the Tartar cavalry.

If viewed from above, one could see that Li Erlong and his group were closing in on the villagers at a visible speed.

Zhao Daxuan stopped shooting at the Tartars and instead spurred his horse forward like an arrow, passing through the villagers' ranks and heading towards Li Erlong and the others.

When they saw Zhao Daxuan appear before them on his warhorse, Li Erlong and the others, realizing their prediction was correct, could no longer contain their excitement and cheered.

"My lord, it really is you! That's wonderful!"

Li Erlong was still several hundred steps away from Zhao Daxuan when he couldn't help but shout wildly.

Zhao Daxuan's lips curled slightly as he looked at Li Erlong and the others with appreciation, and at the same time shouted loudly, "Dismount! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong and the others became serious, and the entire group responded in unison, "Yes, sir!" They then tightened their reins and dismounted.

Soon, a hundred-man squad of swordsmen and shieldmen, each wielding a heavy saber, with a heavy shield in front of them and wearing heavy chainmail, were in formation.

Then, at Zhao Daxuan's command, the soldiers carried their shields to their sides and charged forward. Zhao Daxuan also dismounted and smoothly merged into the ranks.

After passing the villagers, the swordsmen stopped, planted their heavy shields in front of them, and formed a wave formation. At the same time, Zhao Daxuan also released the [Death Battle Domain] skill.

A familiar feeling arose in the hearts of Li Erlong and the others. In an instant, all emotions faded away, and they transformed into cold war machines, calmly facing everything.

Just as Li Erlong and his men set up the Wave Formation, the Tartar heavy cavalry, which was closely following the villagers' procession, slowed down only slightly before crashing headlong into the Wave Formation.

Unlike the ordinary Tatar cavalrymen before them, when faced with the charge of this heavy cavalry, a deafening roar followed, and an overwhelming force surged from their shields.

The first rank of soldiers felt a jolt in their arms as they braced themselves against their shields. A sharp "crack!" was heard, followed by a sharp pain in their arms.

If you were to dissect the arms of the first rank of soldiers at this moment, you would see the bones in their arms, which had been cracked in many places due to the immense force transmitted from the shields.

But they remained calm and their formation changed without the slightest disruption.

The second row of heavy shields moved forward with the force of the impact, crashing down like a tidal wave onto the Tatar heavy cavalry who had just finished their charge and were preparing to retreat.

The heavy force knocked dozens of heavy cavalrymen off their horses. Before the Tartar heavy cavalrymen could get up, the heavy sabers hidden between the shields thrust forward.

However, the heavy cavalry were fully armored, and apart from a few swords that managed to pierce the bodies of the Tartar heavy cavalry through the gaps in their armor, most of them failed to achieve their goal.

At this moment, the second wave of impact arrived, crashing against the newly erected wave array like a raging tide, making the originally solid steel city wall teeter on the verge of collapse.

The plot will not repeat itself as it did a few days ago.

Each attack left Zhao Daxuan with only about ten corpses, but the soldiers who resisted the attack had more and more cracks in their arm bones.

Zhao Daxuan frowned; this heavy cavalry force was constantly redefining his understanding of the world.

This heavy cavalry force has now been reduced to just over three hundred men, but they are still relentlessly pursuing them.

Like a jackal on the grassland, it will not leave until it has bitten off a piece of its prey.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan and his group are the prey in their eyes!

After the Tartar heavy cavalry charged more than ten times, the Tartar troops were reduced to less than three hundred, but they successfully broke through the overlapping waves formation.

One of the shield-wielding soldiers could no longer hold on and was sent flying by the force of the shield, crashing to the ground behind him.

The overlapping wave formation suddenly revealed a gap. Zhao Daxuan's expression changed, and he quickly blocked the gap again.

At the same time, he drew his long sword from his waist, leaving a blur in the air, and stabbed diagonally upwards.

Through the gap in the chest of the armor, the long sword plunged fiercely into the body of the Tartar in front of him, piercing his lung!

"Pfft!"

His lungs were instantly filled with blood spurting out from the ruptured blood vessels, and the air he inhaled through his nose could no longer enter his lungs.

The Tatar cavalrymen on their warhorses fell off their horses, their faces flushed, and curled up on the ground, clutching their necks and desperately trying to breathe, but to no avail.

Because his lungs are now completely filled with blood, a condition known in modern medicine as hemopneumothorax.

Zhao Daxuan then picked up the heavy shield from the ground, roared, and charged straight into the heavy cavalry formation in front of him.

Li Erlong and his group's overlapping wave formation once again transformed into ten elite squads, closely following Zhao Daxuan as they plunged into the cavalry ranks, engaging in close combat.