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

The people on the battlefield looked up and saw two riders galloping towards them from a distance. They stopped their horses a few meters away from them and dismounted.

The newcomers were none other than Uncle Li and A Liang, who had left earlier. At this moment, they looked at the corpses scattered all over the ground and the wounded gathered together, their expressions complicated.

The two quickly dismounted, walked a few steps to Zhao Daxuan, clasped their hands in greeting, and showed an expression of disbelief on their faces.

"My lord, did you kill all these Tartar cavalrymen?"

Zhao Daxuan nodded slightly, then a look of doubt appeared on his face. "That's right, you killed quite a few Tartar heavy cavalry in this battle. Why are you back? Where are the others?"

Uncle Li and his companion exchanged a glance. Although they had expected it, they were still somewhat surprised to hear Zhao Daxuan's affirmative answer.

Uncle Li looked at Zhao Daxuan with a solemn expression and spoke in a deep voice.

"Reporting to Your Excellency, we two were unwilling to leave just yet, so we returned to investigate the situation, firstly to see if we could offer any assistance, and secondly to promptly relay any other news back to Zhenbei City."

"The other villagers are still heading in the direction you indicated. If we are unable to return, they will also pass the message on to the military in Zhenbei City."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan's expression shifted slightly, revealing a look of admiration as he looked at Uncle Li and the other man.

"You two are quite bold, but fortunately the enemy has been repelled. We can return immediately after we clean up the battlefield."

Zhao Daxuan smiled and said to Uncle Li and the other man, "You can go back and tell the villagers to stop and rest for now, and wait for us to join you. The journey back to Zhenbei City is also relatively safe."

Upon hearing this, Uncle Li and A Liang thought for a moment and also felt that it would be safer to follow Zhao Daxuan's team, so they nodded in unison.

"Alright, I'll go back first and tell the relocation team to rest and wait where they are. Uncle Li knows our location."

Ah Liang spoke first, before Uncle Li could.

Zhao Daxuan nodded without hesitation, and A Liang then bowed and took his leave.

After Ah Liang left, Uncle Li watched the soldiers busy on the battlefield and rolled up his sleeves to help.

Looking at the enthusiastic crowd, Zhao Daxuan suddenly remembered something and asked Li Erlong, who was standing to the side.

"Erlong, how did you guys run into Fubao and the others? And why are you all heading north? You're not going to rescue me, are you?"

Seeing the strange look on Zhao Daxuan's face, Li Erlong scratched his head awkwardly and began to explain.

"Hehe, sir, we were heading towards Zhenbei City when we encountered Fu Bao and his group heading north just yesterday."

"We were worried about you, so we sent Chen An back to Zhenbei City to deliver the message, while we headed north to help you."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan frowned and his face darkened.

"Nonsense! What help can a mere hundred men like you be? If I hadn't been there, you wouldn't have been a match for that heavy cavalry!"

"And what if Uncle Chen encounters danger on the way back alone?"

Li Erlong looked at Zhao Daxuan, whose face was full of anger, and shrank back, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

The die was cast, but fortunately Li Erlong and others arrived in time, preventing the hundreds of villagers who had migrated back to Daxia from suffering.

Zhao Daxuan sighed softly, waved his hand and said no more, "Alright, go help clean up the battlefield."

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and ran away in a flash to help clean up the battlefield.

Before long, the Tartar heavy cavalrymen on the battlefield were stripped naked, and their weapons were tied to their horses.

The severed heads were piled up like a small mountain, then stored in makeshift wooden crates, which were dragged by several warhorses.

Zhao Daxuan nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand, "Everyone mount up, let's go!"

Hearing the commotion, the crowd sprang into action. Some soldiers shared a horse with the wounded who were unable to move on their own, while the rest pulled the extra warhorses and headed in the direction where A Liang had gone.

After a short while, they encountered a group of hundreds of villagers who were waiting in the same spot. After exchanging a few casual greetings, they headed together towards the north of the town.

If they encountered a village along the way, Zhao Daxuan would send someone to inform them that a large number of Tartars were attacking and to advise them to evacuate immediately and move to the rear of Zhenbei City.

Whether the villages would listen to him or not was not within his consideration; this was all he could do.

When the group passed through a village on their way, they found that the village was in ruins, clearly indicating that the Tartars had already been there.

Most of the houses in the village were burned down, and there were charred corpses everywhere. The smell of burning protein filled the air.

"You beast!" Li Erlong gritted his teeth and cursed angrily.

The others also wore expressions of anger, while a sense of sorrow welled up in their hearts.

I am furious at the Tartars for their inhumanity, and saddened by the decline of the Great Xia Dynasty.

Many soldiers had actually witnessed this scene before, but seeing it again now still filled them with anger and sorrow.

Zhao Daxuan sat upright on the horse seat with a tense expression, staring at the devastated ruins of the village for a long time before finally looking away.

"Keep moving forward, we will avenge this!" Zhao Daxuan said coldly.

The entire team set off again, but this time, Zhao Daxuan's soldiers felt as if they were carrying an even heavier responsibility on their shoulders.

Along the way, Zhao Daxuan would occasionally extend his sensory domain to detect whether there were large numbers of enemies ahead.

Fortunately, there were no further obstacles along the way, and the group arrived at the town gate of Zhenbei City on the second day.

At this time, Zhenbei City had obviously gotten wind of the situation and was heavily guarded. The city gates were closed and the city walls were patrolled by city guards.

Zhao Daxuan spurred his horse forward, preparing to call for the city gate to be opened, when suddenly a thin figure flashed out from the side.

"Lord Zhao, you're back safe and sound! That's wonderful!"

Zhao Daxuan turned his head and saw that the thin figure was Qin Lide, the village chief of Wangbei Village.

Zhao Fubao, standing next to Zhao Daxuan, asked in confusion, "Village Chief Qin, what are you doing here? Where are the others from Wangbei Village?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Lide looked at Zhao Fubao beside Zhao Daxuan, and his joyful expression instantly turned into one of guilt.

Qin Lide's lips twitched for a moment, but he couldn't speak. Suddenly, he collapsed to the ground, pounded his chest with his hands, and burst into tears.

Zhao Daxuan and the others were completely baffled by Qin Lide's unusual behavior.

Zhao Fubao immediately dismounted and quickly stepped forward to help Qin Lide up.

"Village Chief Qin, what's the matter? Let's talk this out!"

Qin Lide was overcome with tears. He looked up, his old face contorted in pain, and he choked out a sob.

"This old man is useless. Not only have I failed to live up to your expectations, but I also failed to protect your spoils of war!"

As she spoke, she felt ashamed and tears streamed down her face again.

"Not only were the heads of those hundreds of Tartars taken, but also the hundred or so warhorses and hundreds of weapons were looted!"