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

In the Tartar heavy cavalry, a middle-aged Tartar with a round face and a robust physique, whose horse was larger than the others around him, was looking at the battlefield ahead with a complicated expression.

This group of swordsmen not only withstood several waves of attacks, but also broke into ten smaller teams and charged into their ranks.

Shouts of battle echoed across the battlefield as Zhao Daxuan led his several units in a rampage through the Tartar cavalry.

He charged ahead, and could basically cut down a cavalryman with just two strikes.

His eyes flashed with a fierce light as he looked at the cavalry charging towards him.

First, the blade struck the heavy shield in front of the cavalryman, the immense force causing the shield to slip from the cavalryman's hand. The second blade then pierced directly through a gap in the armor.

The cavalryman immediately coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground. Zhao Daxuan then drew his long sword and charged at the next cavalryman without looking back.

Li Erlong and his ten squads also cooperated skillfully, with the men providing cover for each other in perfect harmony, but at the same time, they all faced an attack from more than a dozen cavalrymen.

At the front of the squad, a swordsman responsible for using his shield to block or shoot down cavalrymen suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed by the scimitars coming from all directions.

But he still raised his shield, disregarding his own safety, to protect his comrades behind him, and several curved blades slashed at him.

"Pfft!"

A curved blade struck the gap in the chainmail at the shoulder and elbow, instantly tearing the swordsman's clothes.

The skin under the clothes was torn, and the flesh rolled to both sides instantly, with blood gushing out.

The swordsman with shield let out a muffled groan, but still held his shield tightly, protecting his comrade behind him.

However, under the coordinated attack of the Death Battle Domain, the other companions around them instantly sensed their companion's injury, and several fierce beams of light shot towards the Tartar who had just swung his scimitar.

The team's attack formation changed in perfect unison, and several shields simultaneously knocked the Tartar off his horse. Before the Tartar even fell off his horse, several long sabers were already thrusting at him.

"Pfft!"

Two blades pierced through the gaps in the heavy armor, and a sound remarkably similar to the one before rang out as flesh was torn apart.

However, unlike the others, this Tartar cavalryman was stabbed twice at the same time, with one of the stabs even piercing his chest, causing his eyes to widen before he died instantly.

As the intensity of the battle escalated, casualties on both sides increased.

The round-faced middle-aged Tartar looked on in disbelief. This unit of swordsmen and shieldmen, whose fighting power far surpassed that of other armies, was something he had never heard of before.

He stared blankly at the scene before him, muttering to himself.

"Those five hundred headless corpses in front of that dilapidated village on the border yesterday—could they have died at the hands of this group of swordsmen before us?!"

Watching his men being forced to retreat by Zhao Daxuan and his troops, with even a hint of panic in their eyes, the round-faced middle-aged Tartar frowned deeply.

At this moment, a Tartar messenger galloped up on horseback, stopped in front of the round-faced middle-aged Tartar, and spoke with a serious expression.

"My lord, for some reason, as we approached the enemy's front ranks, that group of swordsmen and shieldmen, a gloomy atmosphere descended upon us, and everyone's courage plummeted."

"Moreover, the opponent is very strong and has already forced us to retreat repeatedly."

The round-faced middle-aged Tartar felt a chill in his heart. It wasn't just him; others felt the same way. This was an unprecedented experience.

An ominous feeling rose in my heart.

"I refuse to believe they can be that powerful! Send the order: don't engage them, break away and charge again!"

The messenger nodded emphatically, picked up the bone whistle on his chest, and blew it sharply. A unique frequency of bone whistle echoed across the battlefield.

Upon hearing the sound of the bone whistle, the Tartar heavy cavalry immediately gripped their reins, turned their horses around, and fled off the battlefield.

When Li Erlong and his men saw the Tatar cavalry's backs exposed, their eyes lit up.

"Don't let them get away, charge in!"

Zhao Daxuan led ten squads to charge towards the lagging heavy cavalry. Some charged, some swung their swords, and they immediately cut down more than a dozen cavalrymen.

Zhao Daxuan looked at the troops regrouping in the distance and shouted, "Reassemble! Stacking Waves Formation!"

On the battlefield, the Tatar cavalry charged once again, like steel behemoths crashing into the city walls, the impact creating a deafening roar across the battlefield.

Although Zhao Daxuan's troops were not as fierce as before during the first attack, the Tartar heavy cavalry had also suffered heavy losses.

The two sides quickly reached a stalemate again, but the disadvantage of the Tartar heavy cavalry became more obvious, and they continued to lose men.

When their numbers dwindled to just over half, the panic they felt was amplified to the extreme by the [Fight to the Death] skill.

The balance of power had shifted from charging and slashing to struggling to defend with shields.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the round-faced middle-aged Tartar man closed his eyes in anguish, his hands trembling as he raised the bull horn on his chest and blew the signal to retreat.

"Waaaaah..."

The bugle call, like the mournful wail of a defeated dog, rang out on the battlefield, carrying a desolate sorrow in its sound.

Upon hearing the retreat signal, the remaining Tatar heavy cavalry ceased their fighting and, ignoring the long swords slashing at them from behind, desperately spurred their horses forward.

They chased and slashed for a while with Li Erlong and the others, but the enemy was tough and thick-skinned, and was wearing heavy armor. Their defense was really amazing. In the end, they only left behind a dozen or so corpses.

As the cavalry column receded into the distance, Li Erlong, realizing he could no longer catch up, finally stopped. However, Zhao Daxuan continued his attack.

He took the Sun-Chasing Divine Bow from his back, drew the bow, and shot an arrow at the fleeing soldiers in front of him.

Kill as many as you can. Golden streaks of light flashed across the sky. After the Tartar heavy cavalry had run some distance, several more corpses were left behind.

Only when he realized that the distance was too great and the attack was no longer effective did Zhao Daxuan put down his longbow.

Li Erlong and the others had blood on their faces and were injured to varying degrees.

But at this moment, everyone had smiles on their faces, as if they had done something extraordinary.

Li Erlong grinned foolishly, took two steps forward, and looked at Zhao Daxuan, "My lord, we actually repelled Dazi's Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry!"

"The Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry?"

Zhao Daxuan asked in confusion, "The original owner did not retain any memories of the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry."

Li Erlong, unsuspecting, immediately explained, "That's right, this is the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry from the Tartar royal court, said to number as many as two thousand!"

"Each of their cavalrymen is a battle-hardened elite, not only brave and skilled in combat, but also well-equipped, wearing heavy armor and shields, and even their mounts are made of fine scale armor!"

"In the past, whenever they appeared on a battlefield, only one scene would unfold: a one-sided massacre!"

Li Erlong became more and more excited as he spoke, brandishing his long sword.

"But today we not only wiped out nearly half of their 500-strong force, but we also drove them back. This is an unprecedented achievement!"

Zhao Daxuan nodded after listening. No wonder this team was so strong; it turned out they had such a background.

He stood still and looked around. Less than two-thirds of his men were still standing on the battlefield.

With a sigh, Zhao Daxuan spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone has made great sacrifices; let's focus on treating the wounded first!"