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

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong and the others became serious, and the excited expressions on their faces instantly vanished.

Turning around to look behind him, he saw many of his comrades lying on the ground.

With pursed lips, Li Erlong led the way and ran towards the battlefield, with the others following closely behind, clearing the battlefield and first checking on their wounded comrades.

Zhao Daxuan spread out his sensory field and got a general idea of ​​the condition of the wounded lying on the ground.

I breathed a sigh of relief. The casualties weren't serious; there were only injuries, no deaths.

However, some of the injured were seriously wounded.

They were all lying on the ground, breathing rapidly, their faces pale, their lips bloodless, and their breath and heartbeats gradually weakening.

Their heavy armor was covered in blood; it was unclear how much of it was their own and how much belonged to the enemy.

With a solemn expression, Zhao Daxuan darted forward and came to a critically injured soldier, taking out a wooden box from his personal space.

Upon gently opening it, a unique medicinal fragrance wafts out, which even the strong smell of blood from the battlefield cannot mask.

Inside the wooden box is a century-old ginseng root shaped like a human, with densely packed ginseng roots.

Without hesitation, Zhao Daxuan plucked a small piece from the ginseng, then gently pinched the wounded man's cheeks and stuffed it into his open mouth.

The wounded man lying on the ground initially felt excruciating pain from his wounds, and his vision gradually blurred.

Just as they were about to lose consciousness, the figure of their centurion, Zhao Daxuan, suddenly appeared in their sight.

He pried open his mouth and stuffed something in. The object inside his mouth immediately began to release a warm current.

The warm current flowed into his abdomen along with his saliva, and then most of it flowed to the wounds on his body, while a small portion circulated within his body.

After the warm current circulated through his body a few times, the injured man suddenly felt his vision, which had been dimmed, gradually become clear again, and his heartbeat and pulse became stronger.

Da Xuan watched as the wounded soldier's breathing gradually stabilized and his heartbeat became stronger, and he breathed a slight sigh of relief before moving on to the next dying wounded soldier.

Following the same method, they pinched off a section from the ginseng and stuffed it into the mouths of the victims. Soon, all the dying wounded were properly cared for.

After settling the few dying wounded, Zhao Daxuan plucked the roots from the ginseng and gave them to the other wounded to consume.

This century-old ginseng is truly a rare find, something money can't buy. In the capital, even high-ranking officials and dignitaries couldn't purchase it despite waving large sums of money.

If someone knowledgeable were to see Zhao Daxuan's simplistic and crude approach, they would surely be outraged and berate him.

Li Erlong and the others stared in disbelief at the scene before them.

Zhao Daxuan could save a dying wounded soldier by plucking a section of ginseng from the box.

By simply plucking a section of root from a ginseng plant, a lightly injured person can be brought back to life.

Everyone gasped in shock, staring in disbelief at the fact that Zhao Daxuan's box was now mostly empty of ginseng.

They didn't know the quality of this ginseng, but it was definitely a top-grade variety that they couldn't afford even if they sold all of it.

Zhao Fubao walked over, looking at the ginseng in Zhao Daxuan's hand with some heartache.

"My lord, isn't it a waste to use such a precious treasure to save our worthless lives?"

Zhao Daxuan closed the box in his hand, stuffed it into his pocket, but took the opportunity to put it into his personal space.

He raised his head, glanced around at the crowd, and said calmly, "Your lives, in my eyes, are more important than these material possessions!"

At this moment, Li Erlong also came over, and upon hearing Zhao Daxuan's words, his eyes involuntarily reddened.

He sniffed and approached Zhao Daxuan. "Sir, everyone was injured this time. Thirty-six were seriously wounded, and five were in critical condition, but they are all out of danger now!"

Zhao Daxuan smiled slightly upon hearing this, showing no surprise.

The effects of this century-old ginseng are not actually that powerful; the reason it has such an effect is only due to the skill enhancement it receives.

"That's good. How many Tartars did you kill today?" Zhao Daxuan continued to ask.

"Reporting to your Excellency, we killed over two hundred and twenty Tartar cavalrymen this time! Their weapons and horses were all left behind!"

When it came to the harvest, Li Erlong's eyes lit up, and his tone became excited again.

"My lord, their warhorses are mostly undamaged. They are all top-quality warhorses from the northern grasslands, much larger and stronger than ordinary warhorses!"

"Moreover, they were all covered in fish scale armor, so they didn't run much slower than ordinary warhorses."

"And the weapons we captured this time—their heavy armor and shields—are of even better quality than the set I'm wearing!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan turned his head slightly, walked to the body of a heavy cavalryman, and squatted down to examine the armor on his body.

The armor's surface was covered with unique pine needle patterns, resembling a dazzling galaxy, deep and mysterious.

I reached out and flicked it; the echo was clear and resonant.

It's exactly the same quality I saw at Bailianfang before – the 100-forge level!

Zhao Daxuan couldn't help but smile. No wonder Li Erlong and the others couldn't cut through it; it turned out they were wearing such high-quality heavy armor.

These two hundred-plus items, when converted into silver, would be an astronomical figure, a thought that terrified Zhao Daxuan.

No wonder people say that war is the shortcut to wealth. After a major war, as long as you can withstand the losses, the gains can be enormous.

Zhao Daxuan raised his head, a long smile curving his lips. "Indeed, much better than yours. Yours are fifty-refined, while these are one-hundred-refined!"

"Don't be fooled by the fact that fifty-refined and one-hundred-refined items are only twice as expensive; the price difference is more than tenfold! The disparity is unimaginable!"

Li Erlong and the others gasped again. They had privately inquired about the price of the heavy armor and weapons they were wearing, and were astonished.

Unexpectedly, these Tartars were equipped with far better gear than we were.

"Great, sir! We've struck it rich!" Li Erlong's mouth was practically stretched to his ears as he excitedly rubbed his hands together.

The others stared intently at the heavy armor and weapons on the Tartar corpses, their mouths practically watering.

"Stop staring blankly, hurry up and take it back!" Zhao Daxuan said with a laugh, looking at the dumbfounded crowd.

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone rushed over and began to remove the heavy armor from the corpse.

Although everyone was exhausted after a great battle, they had no time to rest and all transformed into greedy Pixiu, unwilling to let any corpse go.

Zhao Daxuan smiled knowingly as he watched the crowd diligently collecting their spoils.

Just as everyone was collecting the armor and weapons from the corpses, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from the direction the villagers had gone.