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

After bowing to Yue Zhenyuan at the head of the table, Wang Liefeng, with a slight smile, said loudly, "General, please allow me to bring up a few prisoners as witnesses!"

Yue Zhenyuan listened to the conversation between the two below with a sullen face. Even a fool could tell that something was wrong. He subconsciously increased the pressure of rubbing the armrest of the seat under him, and his fingertips turned white as a result.

Upon hearing Wang Liefeng's plea, which seemed like grasping at a straw, Yue Zhenyuan's eyes flickered slightly. After a moment's thought, he nodded in agreement.

"Okay, bring them up!"

Wang Liefeng's face lit up with joy, and he immediately bowed and replied "Yes," before turning and leaving the tent.

They returned shortly afterward, followed by several soldiers from the Black Armor Camp, who escorted three unsteady Tartar prisoners into the general's tent.

Several prisoners entered the tent trembling, their hair disheveled, heads bowed, not daring to look around for fear of inviting death.

As the prisoners entered the tent, Zhao Daxuan quietly moved and stood in the shadows behind Zhang Xiaoshan.

His eyes flickered as he looked at the three Tartar prisoners, one of whom was Batu, the Tartar cavalry leader they had captured earlier.

During this period, they were deliberately tortured by Zhao Daxuan's men and the villagers. Their thick inner armor and felt robes had been removed, leaving them only in a linen undergarment.

All of them were in a sorry state. Batu had lost the air of the leader of hundreds of people. He showed no trace of his previous arrogance, and his eyes were filled with endless fear and unease.

Wang Liefeng did not notice Zhao Daxuan's abnormality. He led several prisoners directly to the center of the camp and then made the prisoners kneel down.

He pointed to the several prisoners kneeling on the ground and bowed to Yue Zhenyuan, who was at the head of the table.

"General Yue, these three are the surviving prisoners; they are the best proof of our army's great victory!"

Yue Zhenyuan nodded slightly and said calmly, "Yes, let them raise their heads."

Upon hearing this, Wang Liefeng turned around and shouted, "Did you hear me? You lot, raise your heads!"

At the same time, someone nearby translated Yue Zhenyuan and the others' words into Hu language.

Upon hearing this, the three kneeling men trembled and slowly raised their heads, revealing a Tartar face covered in grime and with bloodshot eyes.

The group carefully examined the three prisoners kneeling in the center of the tent who had raised their heads; they were indeed Tartars.

Yue Zhenyuan spoke with a stern face and an icy tone to the three of them, enunciating each word clearly.

"Do you remember who defeated you? And how you were captured?"

As Batu, kneeling among the three prisoners, heard the question, the scene of that day's battle flashed through his mind.

A look of pain involuntarily appeared on his face, as if he had returned to that afternoon when he was defeated.

But then, remembering something, she secretly glanced at Wang Liefeng, who was standing to the side staring intently at them, before composed herself.

Batu raised his finger, its nails studded with grime, and pointed at Wang Liefeng. His chapped lips moved slightly as he slowly opened his mouth in broken Chinese.

"We remember very clearly that it was this general who defeated us, killing most of us and capturing a few of us."

The other two Tartars kneeling beside Batu nodded repeatedly, expressing the same words as Batu in the same language.

After several prisoners uttered these words together, Wang Liefeng looked with a smile at Yue Zhenyuan at the head of the table and Leng Wuye, who stood expressionless to the side.

After Batu and the others answered, Yue Zhenyuan's expression improved significantly, while Leng Wuye's eyes flickered slightly, remaining expressionless and aloof.

But Wang Liefeng felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted, and he felt much lighter.

He was about to speak again when suddenly a figure appeared beside the prisoners, his voice icy, looking down at them.

Do you still remember me?

Zhao Daxuan's voice boomed in the ears of the prisoners, the familiar yet unfamiliar tone sending a shiver down their spines.

Batu and the others stiffly turned their heads slowly, and when they saw the face of the person in the figure, their pupils suddenly contracted.

Batu and the others stared wide-eyed, their faces contorted, their bodies jerking backward, hands on the ground, feet pushing off the ground, using both hands and feet to retreat repeatedly.

Batu exclaimed in shock, "Devil! It's you!"

Zhao Daxuan's lips curled up slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.

"Not bad, it seems you still remember me!"

Then, Zhao Daxuan's face darkened, and he slowly walked up to Batu, his shadow covering the group.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Batu as he spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Now, I want you to tell me honestly, who defeated you? And how?"

Batu looked at Zhao Daxuan in front of him and felt an invisible pressure coming from him. His heart suddenly raced, he swallowed hard, and his voice trembled.

"It was...it was you! It was you who led a hundred powerful swordsmen and shieldmen to defeat us. We had a full five hundred cavalrymen, but we still lost!"

Batu looked unwilling and continued, "Your repeated charges not only failed to defeat your troops, but each charge left behind countless corpses, and you were even able to launch a counterattack."

"We simply couldn't have imagined it. A hundred-man squad of swordsmen and shieldmen could transform into ten sharp blades, piercing our ranks and utterly crushing us! We were utterly defeated!"

As Batu finished speaking, he closed his eyes in anguish, unwilling to recall that painful memory any longer.

Wang Liefeng, who was standing to one side, could no longer contain himself and roared, "Nonsense! I was the one who defeated you!"

Only then did a smile reappear on Zhao Daxuan's lips as he pointed at the furious Wang Liefeng to the side and spoke.

"Batu, what happened when you said this person defeated you?"

Batu reopened his eyes, glanced at Wang Liefeng, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"This man wants us to cooperate in his act, and after it's done, he'll let us return to the grasslands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Liefeng's expression changed drastically, and he jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

His face flushed crimson, and he pointed a trembling finger at Batu, shouting, "What nonsense are you spouting? You're making baseless accusations! What benefits did this person give you? Did you two conspire together?!"

Zhao Daxuan scoffed, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Wang Liefeng. "Captain Wang, you know perfectly well who's in cahoots with whom!"

Wang Liefeng's cheeks twitched, and he opened his mouth to refute, but was interrupted by Zhao Daxuan before he could speak.

Zhao Daxuan pointed at Batu on the ground and gave Wang Liefeng a cold smile.

"Does Commandant Wang know that this man is the leader of the Tartar cavalry? You keep saying you've killed him, so why is he still here unharmed?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Liefeng froze, staring incredulously at Batu on the ground, his eyes filled with panic.

"No...impossible!"

Yue Zhenyuan, who was sitting at the head of the table, could no longer keep his composure. He slammed his hand heavily on the table next to him, leaned forward slightly, and was about to stand up.

Leng Wuye, who was sitting at the lower end of the table, suddenly stood up, bowed to Yue Zhenyuan, and said, "General, I have something to say!"

When Wang Liefeng saw Leng Wuye step forward, he felt a warmth in his heart and a look of gratitude appeared on his face.