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

As soon as Yue Zhenyuan finished speaking, Zhao Daxuan bowed deeply to the person above him, his voice booming.

"Thank you for your guidance, General. Zhao Daxuan will certainly live up to your expectations!"

Yue Zhenyuan looked at Zhao Daxuan's deeply bowed figure, smiled, took a few steps forward, and helped him up.

"Don't be too happy yet. There are many problems with forming a separate team. You'll have a lot of headaches to deal with later."

Then, smiling, he asked, "Have you decided what to name your battalion yet?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Daxuan pondered for a moment, then said, "Let's call it Wangbei Camp! Hopefully, one day we can recover the lost northern territories!"

Yue Zhenyuan's eyes lit up, and he nodded in satisfaction. "Good name! Good ambition! It's settled then, it'll be called Wangbei Camp."

Zhao Daxuan frowned as he suddenly thought of the villagers outside the city because of this name.

"General, this time, not only have we brought back nearly five hundred people from Wangbei Village, which I am stationed here, but also from the old Youyun Beiting area in the north. I wonder if these people can be settled in the city?"

Upon hearing this, Yue Zhenyuan turned to look at Zhao Daxuan in surprise. "What? You brought back several hundred people from the north? How did you manage that?"

"General, it's nothing, the reason is..."

Zhao Daxuan smiled and briefly explained why he had brought back several hundred Han Chinese from the north and how they had returned.

Yue Zhenyuan clicked his tongue in amazement, "You're really brave, kid. You're lucky, though. If you had run into a large Tartar army, let's see how you would have brought them back."

Zhao Daxuan still felt lingering fear when he recalled the scene of those hundreds of villagers almost being caught up by the Tartar's iron cavalry.

"Indeed, next time I can't bring so many people back by myself, I have to bring more people with me."

Zhao Daxuan nodded in agreement.

Yue Zhenyuan was momentarily speechless upon hearing this, a hint of helplessness appearing on his face.

Is that what I meant?

He then sighed, "Right now, there is no spare space in Zhenbei City to accommodate so many villagers."

"In the past, when there was war, those villagers would only settle down temporarily near Zhenbei City, which was at least much safer than being far away from Zhenbei City."

Zhao Daxuan opened his mouth, wanting to say that there was plenty of open space in the core camp, but he also knew that it was impossible to settle the villagers here.

Therefore, they had no choice but to think of other ways to strengthen the defenses of the resettlement area for the villagers, at least to provide them with more security.

"Commander Zhao, since you captured these prisoners, what should be done with them? Do you have any suggestions?"

Yue Zhenyuan looked at the three prisoners kneeling in the corner, then turned to Zhao Daxuan and asked.

Zhao Daxuan turned to look at Batu and the others. Batu, hearing them discussing his life and death again, became tense and stared at Zhao Daxuan expectantly.

According to military regulations, prisoners of war can be imprisoned or killed, but killing them outright would be too lenient on them. It would be better to imprison them for the time being; they might be useful in the future.

"General, there is one more thing. The spoils of war that Wang Liefeng took from me are all rightfully mine now that I have just formed my own army and am facing the most difficult time."

Yue Zhenyuan nodded with amusement. He had only asked casually, and he didn't care about the lives of the prisoners. He didn't expect it to bring up another issue.

"Alright, we'll do it your way. As for the spoils, have someone go and retrieve them later!"

"Now that you're back, settle in first! Remember to recruit soldiers as soon as possible; I have an important task for you later!"

At the end, Yue Zhenyuan solemnly gave a final instruction.

"Yes, Your subordinate obeys!" Zhao Daxuan nodded in agreement. Recruiting new soldiers was indeed the most urgent task.

Afterwards, the group left Yue Zhenyuan's tent, leaving only a few captains inside to discuss the next military operation.

At the entrance of the camp, Batu only had time to give Zhao Daxuan a grateful look before he was taken away by Yue Zhenyuan's personal guards.

Then, a distraught Wang Liefeng also came out of the tent. When he saw Zhao Daxuan in front of him, his eyes were filled with undisguised resentment.

Zhao Daxuan paid no attention to Wang Liefeng's resentful gaze.

"Wang Liefeng, I will arrange for someone to retrieve my spoils of war in a moment. Make sure nothing is missing, or if the general blames you, you won't even be qualified to guard the warehouse anymore."

"Zhao Daxuan, don't be so smug! If you don't kill me this time, you'll regret it! Hehehe..."

Wang Liefeng gave a twisted, eerie laugh, then turned and left.

Zhao Daxuan watched Wang Liefeng's departing figure, frowning deeply as he pondered what other way there was to completely resolve this trouble.

"Brother Zhao, you've truly broadened my horizons! I've served in the army for over twenty years to reach this position, while you've risen from an unknown soldier to my equal in just one month!"

Behind Zhao Daxuan came Zhang Xiaoshan's laughter, his tone full of envy.

Zhao Daxuan turned his head and saw that it was his old boss, Zhang Xiaoshan, who had changed how he addressed him.

With a slight smile, Zhao Daxuan said, "Lord Zhang, thank you for taking care of me all this time. Without your guidance, I wouldn't be where I am today."

Although Zhang Xiaoshan didn't say many good things for Zhao Daxuan in the camp, he at least spoke up for him.

Zhang Xiaoshan also played a part in obtaining the equipment approval slip from Chu Hanchuan.

So even though they hadn't had much contact and had only known each other for a month, Zhao Daxuan still showed him a certain amount of respect.

However, before fully understanding the complex relationships within the city guard, Zhao Daxuan maintained a certain distance from each of them.

Zhang Xiaoshan smiled and shook his head. "From now on, you are no longer my subordinate. Just call me Brother Zhang! However, I still have something to remind you!"

Then, his expression turned serious, and he continued, "Forming an army independently may seem impressive, but it contains many drawbacks. If you have any questions, you can ask me."

Zhao Daxuan nodded seriously. "Thank you for the reminder, Brother Zhang. I've got it."

Afterwards, Zhang Xiaoshan gave Zhao Daxuan a deep look, then turned and left.

Zhao Daxuan stood there pondering for a while, then went to Li Erlong's and others' camp and asked Zhao Fubao to take men to the Black Armor Camp to retrieve the spoils of war.

Then he called Li Erlong and a few squad leaders, and together they headed to the village camp outside the city.

"Sir, where are we going?"

Li Erlong rode closely beside Zhao Daxuan, somewhat curious as to why they left the city so soon after entering it.

Zhao Daxuan smiled faintly and uttered a few words.

"Go recruit soldiers and buy horses!"

Li Erlong and the others were taken aback by what they heard, and seeing that Zhao Daxuan did not intend to explain further, they swallowed their doubts.

After riding their warhorses out of the city, the group galloped all the way and soon found the villagers' camp.