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

Although the city gates were closed and the city walls were under increased patrols, there was not much tension inside the city.

The city remained bustling, with people coming and going on the streets, and the merchants who came to the north were not affected at all.

Looking at the bustling scene in the city, Zhao Daxuan sighed, wondering how many more days this scene could last.

Zhao Daxuan led his men back to the core camp.

The guards at the camp gate gasped as they watched Zhao Daxuan and his men return laden with spoils. Not only were their warhorses clad in fish-scale armor, but they were also carrying a considerable amount of equipment.

"Which team are you from? How come you have so much equipment?" the guard couldn't help but ask.

"They were killing Tartars! They slaughtered over two hundred Tartar cavalrymen. And let me tell you, their equipment was really top-notch!"

When Li Erlong heard someone asking, he immediately led his warhorse, which was covered in fish-scale armor, to the soldier and introduced it to him with a smug look on his face.

"Come here, brother, let me show you. This is a genuine northern warhorse, absolutely the best of the best. It's much taller than the warhorses of our Black Armor Camp!"

Immediately, several guards surrounded the horse. One of them couldn't help but touch the fish-scale armor on the warhorse. The cool touch told him that what he was seeing was not an illusion.

"My goodness, there's no mistake, these are the Tartars' Azure Wolf Cavalry! I'll never forget the majestic sight of their warhorses! You guys are amazing!"

The soldier couldn't help but click his tongue repeatedly. "The Black Armor Battalion returned this morning with about a hundred Tartar cavalry and several hundred heads. I thought that was the absolute maximum!"

"I didn't expect you guys to be even more awesome! This is the Azure Wolf Iron Cavalry!"

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong's face darkened. The more than one hundred warhorses and hundreds of heads of the Black Armor Camp were theirs!

"Ha, did the Black Armor Battalion really claim they killed several hundred Tartar cavalry and captured over a hundred warhorses?"

The soldier, without suspicion, nodded directly.

"Yes, that's right, they brought back a lot of good stuff! Nearly five hundred heads, several live prisoners, over a hundred warhorses, and five hundred sets of equipment!"

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong snorted coldly, "How laughable! They're probably obsessed with military merit!"

Too lazy to explain, and after the soldier's repeated sighs, Zhao Daxuan showed his identity token and was no longer obstructed.

As they were leaving, the guard at the gate couldn't help but remind them, "Brothers, riding horses is not allowed inside the camp, remember that!"

Li Erlong's men waved their hands to indicate that they understood, and then led their warhorses into the camp.

At this moment, the core camp was filled with a solemn atmosphere, completely different from the lively atmosphere of the people in the city. When passing by the drill ground, one could see that it was crowded with people practicing.

As the group led their warhorses past, they saw a group of black-armored soldiers standing at the edge of the training ground. They were the Black Armored Cavalry returning to the core camp for rest.

They were at the edge of the training ground, talking loudly with the soldiers who were resting after training.

One of the men, who had a scar on his face, grimaced and spoke loudly.

"The five hundred Tartar cavalrymen opposite us were so frightened by the appearance of our Black Armor Battalion that they ran away in terror."

"We immediately spurred our horses to give chase, and upon closing in, we engaged them in close combat. But they were no match for us. We were well-equipped, while they wore only rudimentary gear."

"In just a few moves, we slaughtered more than half of them. The remaining ones fled in terror, only to be wiped out by a volley of arrows!"

"Let me tell you the details..."

The scarred-faced, black-armored soldier was speaking animatedly, about to elaborate, when he noticed that the soldiers around him, who had been listening with great interest, were now staring in astonishment at his back.

This scene made him turn around to look, and what he saw made him frown.

Behind him stood nearly a hundred soldiers, all wearing heavy armor and carrying heavy shields.

They remembered this set of equipment; it belonged to Zhao Daxuan's team.

But to their surprise, these hundreds of men were leading hundreds of warhorses.

Among them were more than two hundred warhorses that were not only tall but also covered in fish-scale armor.

Even the mounts of their leader, King Liefeng, were far inferior in both quality and equipment.

Several soldiers from the Black Armor Camp gasped in shock. Looking at the unusually familiar warhorse before them, a bold guess inexplicably arose in their minds.

"Could these warhorses be the horses of the Tartar Gray Wolf Cavalry?"

Then he thought of the warhorses and other spoils he had recently seized from a group of villagers, who had originally claimed that they were the spoils of war from Zhao Daxuan's troops.

They simply didn't believe that a sickly man could lead such a strong force. How could a mere hundred men possibly kill five hundred Tartar cavalrymen?

They thought those were heads and warhorses left behind by the Tartars during their internal strife, which the villagers of Wangbei Village had picked up. Then, fearing retaliation from the Tartars, the villagers moved the entire village back to Zhenbei City.

Bringing Zhao Daxuan into the picture might just be a way to find a backer to scare them off, but they never imagined that they weren't afraid of Zhao Daxuan at all.

So why wouldn't you eat the fat that's already in your hands?

So Wang Liefeng led his men and seized more than a hundred warhorses, as well as other equipment and heads they found.

They even obtained an important piece of information from several captured Tartar prisoners: the Tartars would launch a large-scale southern offensive in a few days!

But now, looking at Zhao Daxuan's group leading hundreds of warhorses, nearly half of which were of similar quality to those they had stolen from the villagers, they realized that Zhao Daxuan's group was a formidable force.

The other half of the warhorses are highly suspected to be warhorses of the Tartar Canglang Iron Cavalry.

The expressions on the faces of the Black Armored Cavalrymen changed in a complex manner.

From doubt to disdain, and then to shock, the expressions on their faces changed several times in a short span of time.

Li Erlong and the others had already stopped, their faces tense and full of anger, listening to the shameless boasting of the Black Armored Battalion soldier.

Those who knew the whole story understood that what they were saying was utter nonsense.

Li Erlong finally couldn't help but put down the reins and turn to walk towards the Black Armored Battalion soldiers in the training ground.

Zhao Daxuan frowned and said coldly, "Li Erlong, what do you want to do!"

Li Erlong turned to Zhao Daxuan and said angrily, "My lord, I can't swallow this! I'm going to expose their ugly faces!"

Zhao Daxuan looked at Li Erlong, shook his head slightly, and said calmly, "What's the point of winning an argument with these small fry? This isn't urgent; I have my own solutions."

Zhao Daxuan handed the reins to Zhao Fubao beside him, looked at Li Erlong, whose face was full of resentment, and spoke calmly.

"Take the brothers back to recuperate first, and make sure you keep the spoils of war safe so you don't lose them."

"Also, come to my house tonight and get some wound medicine so the brothers can treat their injuries."

Li Erlong stood there, his chest heaving, before finally calming down.

Then, under Zhao Daxuan's cold gaze, he took a deep breath, turned around and walked back, pulling the horse again, leading the group of wounded back to his tent.

Zhao Daxuan watched Li Erlong's angry departure and understood.

But pointless arguments only waste one's own energy and also affect the recuperation of others under one's command.

Although the condition of those dozens of wounded soldiers has stabilized, they can only recover more quickly and regain their fighting strength if they get adequate rest and supplies as soon as possible.

Zhao Daxuan did not follow Li Erlong and the others back to their resting tents, but turned and headed towards Zhang Xiaoshan's tent.

The only way to solve this problem is to start with the high-ranking military officials.