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

Yue Zhenyuan did not ask Zhao Daxuan directly, but instead turned his head to look at Chu Hanchuan, one of the captains beside him.

"Captain Chu, these two men should both be under your command. What do you think of what Commandant Wang just mentioned?"

Chu Hanchuan's face tightened. Upon hearing Yue Zhenyuan's words, he immediately stood up, bowed, and spoke solemnly.

"General, this matter has a terrible impact, and those involved must not be let off easily."

"This is entirely my fault for failing to discipline my subordinates properly! I feel deeply ashamed and remorseful. I beg the General to punish me; I will have no complaints!"

"As for Zhang Xiaoshan, who was involved in the incident, as Zhao Daxuan's direct superior, he bears unshirkable responsibility and should be fined three years' salary!"

"Most importantly, the person involved, Zhao Daxuan, should be flogged one hundred times, dismissed from his military post, expelled from the army, and never to be employed again!"

As soon as Chu Hanchuan finished speaking, Zhao Daxuan's face darkened. Chu Hanchuan wanted to decide his own life or death before he even understood the situation.

Thinking back to how he had arranged for him to guard Wangbei Village, a village from which there was no return, he had already suspected that he might have ulterior motives.

Now he no longer had any doubts, but he didn't know when he had offended the other party. He had never had any interaction with Chu Hanchuan before.

Zhao Daxuan glanced at Zhang Xiaoshan beside him. Zhang Xiaoshan was tense and silent. Noticing Zhao Daxuan's gaze, Zhang Xiaoshan stepped forward.

"General, gentlemen, perhaps we can first hear how Zhao Daxuan explains himself."

Before he could think any further, Zhao Daxuan stepped forward and bowed to Yue Zhenyuan, who was sitting at the head of the table.

"General, your subordinate Zhao Daxuan has something to say!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhenyuan nodded without hesitation and said in a deep voice, "Zhao Daxuan, what else do you have to say?"

"General, I did not desert my post. I simply had important military information to report back, which is why I left Wangbei Village!"

Zhao Daxuan looked solemnly at Yue Zhenyuan at the head of the table, speaking with a firm and powerful voice, displaying his full confidence.

"But all the villagers of Wangbei Village are safe and sound, and have now been settled five kilometers south of Zhenbei Town. Please investigate, General!"

As soon as Zhao Daxuan finished speaking, Yue Zhenyuan stared intently at Zhao Daxuan, his fingers rubbing the armrest of his seat, and remained silent for a long time. At this moment, Wang Liefeng's voice rang out again.

"Zhao Daxuan, is the important intelligence you mentioned about the 30,000-strong Tartar army from the north about to march south?"

Wang Liefeng gave a cold laugh.

"I've already reported this to the general, and the city is under heightened security. By the time you arrive, it'll be too late!"

"Besides, quite a few people in the city guard already know about this. How am I supposed to know if you learned it from other city guards before you've brought it up?"

Zhao Daxuan was immediately amused by Wang Liefeng's shamelessness. He glanced at Wang Liefeng and slowly spoke.

"Commander Wang, when I entered the tent just now, you mentioned some of the processes by which your Black Armor Battalion hunted down the Tartar cavalry. However, I have some questions, and I would appreciate it if Commander Wang could answer them."

Upon hearing this, Wang Liefeng's eyes twitched slightly, and he frowned, saying coldly, "Stop rambling. Just say what you're asking!"

Zhao Daxuan slowly shook his head. "I did not mean to change the subject. I was just trying to prove that my information did not come from other city guards in the city."

Then he continued to ask a few more questions.

"Commander Wang, since you claim to have killed the enemy leader, where are his spoils? And what did that leader look like?"

"Where did you encounter the Tartar cavalry? Can you point it out so someone can verify it on site? A battle involving thousands of people couldn't have left no trace!"

"Does your Black Armor Battalion know how many men fought against those five hundred Tartar cavalry this time? What were the casualties? How much spoils did you capture?"

Zhao Daxuan bombarded Wang Liefeng with questions. Wang Liefeng broke out in a cold sweat, his head lowered and his eyes darting around. He stammered for a while before finally speaking.

"Hmph, where did you get so many questions? How can I possibly answer them all at once!"

"It's alright, Commander Wang, just say whatever comes to mind. I'll remind you of any forgotten points," Zhao Daxuan said with a light smile.

"You..." Wang Liefeng's eyes widened, and he was immediately speechless.

After glaring at Zhao Daxuan, he took several breaths before speaking again.

"This time, all my soldiers were mobilized, and we won with superior numbers, so the casualties were not great. Some people were injured, but they are all fine now."

"As for the spoils of war, we captured over a hundred warhorses, leather armor, and nearly five hundred sets of scimitars this time. This is a rare achievement in recent years!"

After saying that, he turned his head away from Zhao Daxuan and deliberately avoided answering the other thorny questions.

Because if it's said out loud, the truth will inevitably be revealed.

Zhao Daxuan chuckled upon hearing this, "That's indeed a commendable achievement. But I wonder, Commandant Wang, you killed five hundred cavalrymen, so why did you only capture a little over a hundred warhorses?"

Zhao Daxuan raised an eyebrow, a smile in his eyes, and continued speaking.

"Did all three hundred-odd warhorses die in battle? Where is all that horse meat? It should have been made into jerky to supplement the army's rations!"

Wang Liefeng was speechless after Zhao Daxuan's words, and even his palms were soaked with sweat.

Zhao Daxuan watched as Wang Liefeng stammered for a while without being able to speak, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He then pulled out a map and a dagger with a sapphire hilt from his pocket.

Looking at Yue Zhenyuan at the head of the table again, Zhao Daxuan spoke calmly, "General, it's quite a coincidence. A few days ago, our army also encountered five hundred Tartar cavalry, and they were all killed by our army."

"This map shows the military defense deployment of our army at Wangbei Village at that time. The battleground was where our army fought against five hundred Tartar cavalry."

"The two armies clashed fiercely, leaving blood everywhere, but that blood belonged to the Tartars! The bodies of five hundred Tartar cavalrymen were burned on site; the general can send someone to verify their authenticity!"

"And this dagger in my hand is the personal weapon of that Tartar cavalry leader! I originally had a few prisoners who could have verified my authenticity, but it's a bit of a pity..."

Zhao Daxuan paused here and looked at Wang Liefeng beside him.

Wang Liefeng felt a tightness in his chest when Zhao Daxuan looked at him, his legs went slightly weak, and his thoughts raced.

"Could what those villagers said be true? And does Zhao Daxuan have prisoners in his hands? If the other side really has prisoners, then we can't hand over the prisoners we have!"

Wang Liefeng's face was tense, and he lowered his head, not daring to look at Zhao Daxuan.

Zhao Daxuan looked at Wang Liefeng, who was sweating profusely, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"What a pity, we lost those prisoners."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan could clearly feel Wang Liefeng beside him let out a long sigh of relief.

Then Wang Liefeng straightened his back, a hint of joy flashing in his eyes, and spoke loudly.

"That's quite a coincidence. I do have a few prisoners in my hands who can vouch for me!"