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

After a short while, Zhao Fubao was put down again, but instead of the expected joy, his face was gloomy.

Zhao Fubao strode up to Zhao Daxuan, his face full of shame. "Sir, I didn't order the city gates to be opened. They told us to wait outside."

Zhao Daxuan asked coldly, "Did you tell them that we have many wounded soldiers who need to rest and recuperate?"

"Yes! But the centurion there said I had to report it, and then kicked me out without saying a word." Zhao Fubao said with a bitter face.

Zhao Daxuan snorted coldly. There was no enemy activity around at the moment, and obstructing them from entering the city was clearly a deliberate attempt to make things difficult!

"Since they don't want to reason with me, then don't blame me for being ruthless. You stay here, and I'll see just how tough they are."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fubao nodded emphatically, a gloating expression on his face, already picturing the centurion kneeling and begging for mercy in his mind.

Zhao Daxuan took a few steps forward, pushed off with both feet, and soared into the air.

He then tapped the city wall a few times, gradually rising higher, and then flipped over the wall.

"What a pity! If I had the ability of an adult, I would definitely go up and watch the excitement!"

Zhao Fubao looked heartbroken, as if he had missed a precious moment.

After Zhao Daxuan flipped over the city wall, he landed steadily on his feet, while the surrounding soldiers stared at him in disbelief.

They had only seen a dark shadow flash before their eyes, and then a person appeared beside them as if out of thin air, like a ghost.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" A soldier mustered his courage, drew his long sword from his waist, and pointed it at Zhao Daxuan, demanding an answer in a stern voice.

Zhao Daxuan turned to look at the person who had questioned him, his eyes narrowed slightly, a cold light flashing in them. The murderous aura he had accumulated from killing hundreds of people recently surged out from his body and pressed down hard on the other person.

"I am Zhao Daxuan, a centurion, and I am going to see your centurion."

After saying that, he walked straight toward the city defense tower not far away. Several soldiers were intimidated by the aura released by Zhao Daxuan. After exchanging glances, they did not dare to step forward to stop him.

"Da~ Da da~"

Heavy footsteps echoed outside the city defense tower, growing louder and closer. The centurion, sitting inside the tower, frowned slightly.

In the past, this was his leisurely time to drink tea, and almost everyone knew this rule, so no one would disturb him.

He had been harassed twice today, so he showed a displeased expression.

A figure passed through the sunlight-lit barrier outside the city defense tower and entered the shadows inside. The centurion then saw who it was.

The newcomer was wearing a large felt robe soaked in blood, and looked like a burly young man. The centurion frowned, not recognizing the man before him.

"Who are you! How dare you trespass on the city wall!"

When the centurion's trusted aide saw someone walk in without being announced, he immediately shouted angrily.

Zhao Daxuan ignored the soldier and instead looked up at the centurion with a cold gaze.

"My name is Zhao Daxuan. My soldiers are fighting desperately outside. Why are you preventing us from entering the city?"

Upon hearing this, the centurion looked Zhao Daxuan up and down in surprise. He had always heard that Zhao Daxuan was a sickly man, but he never expected him to be so burly.

But then he snorted coldly, narrowed his eyes at Zhao Daxuan, and said indifferently, "I'm just asking you to wait downstairs for a while. I'll let you in after I finish my report."

Zhao Daxuan watched as the other person sat calmly in his official chair, leisurely sipping tea, showing no sign of wanting to report anything.

A flash of anger crossed his eyes. Knowing that things couldn't end well today, he stomped his foot heavily on the ground and darted forward.

The centurion only felt a blur before his eyes, and Zhao Daxuan vanished from his spot and reappeared in front of him in the next instant.

"you…"

The centurion looked at Zhao Daxuan in surprise as he appeared before him. His heart tightened, and he was about to rebuke him when Zhao Daxuan kicked him.

"Bang!"

The centurion was sent flying backward, a deep footprint appearing on his leather armor. He crashed into the wall and slowly slid down, falling to the ground.

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and the centurion felt as if all his internal organs had shifted, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

He never expected Zhao Daxuan to dare to attack him. A surge of anger rose instantly, and he let out a low growl as he tried to get up by pushing himself up with his hands on the ground.

But he had only held on for half the distance when he felt a sharp pain in his back. A boot stomped down heavily, pinning him to the ground, where he was unable to move.

Then a cold touch came to his face, followed by a glimpse of a cold glint in the corner of his eye. He was startled; Zhao Daxuan had actually drawn his knife!

A cold voice came from above.

"I'll give you one more chance, open the city gate or not!"

"If you can't hear me clearly, then you don't need to listen anymore!"

The centurion felt the chill on his cheek gradually move backward, finally settling behind his ear. He felt a slight pain, and a trickle of blood flowed out and slid down his cheek.

Cold sweat instantly beaded on the centurion's forehead. Trembling, he said, "Lord Zhao, I'll order the city gates opened immediately. Hold your sword tight!"

After saying that, he shouted loudly, "Someone! Quickly! Open the city gate! Hurry!"

The trusted confidant, who had been standing there unsure of what to do, responded with a "yes" and quickly turned and left.

Only then did Zhao Daxuan remove the boots that were stepping on the centurion's back, sheath his sword, and help the centurion up with a smile.

He even brushed the dust off his clothes and said with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation, sir. Isn't it much better now? Everyone can make money peacefully!"

The centurion's body tensed, and he tried to hide the fear distorting his face. He took a deep breath and looked at Zhao Daxuan.

"Lord Zhao, you are quite capable. However, Commandant Wang of the Black Armor Battalion has already returned to the city to report your dereliction of duty!"

Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow. "Oh? I'd like to go back and see what kind of nonsense Commander Wang has in store for me."

Having said that, he ignored the centurion, turned around and left the city defense tower, then went down the stairs.

At this moment, the city gate downstairs was also opened, and Zhao Daxuan stood behind the city gate, smiling as he looked at Li Erlong and the others outside the city who were looking excited.

Li Erlong and the others waited at the city gate for less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea before they saw the city gate slowly open, revealing Zhao Daxuan standing behind the heavy gate with his hands behind his back.

Everyone's faces showed an expression of "I knew it," and they excitedly spurred their horses forward, entering the city wall one by one.

Li Erlong led his men to Zhao Daxuan, gave him a thumbs up, and said, "You're really something, sir. You got it done in no time."

"Hehe, it's not that I'm particularly capable, it's just that some people respond better to force than gentleness, so I might as well give in to them."

Zhao Daxuan smiled slightly and spoke in a calm tone. Then he took the reins that Zhao Fubao handed him, mounted his horse again, and headed towards the core camp.