The Little Lucky Girl.

Northern Beacon

Leaden clouds were densely packed, weighing heavily on the wasteland on the northern border. The biting cold wind whistled like an ice knife, sweeping up the sand and rocks on the ground. The sky and the earth were filled with dim chaos, like a doomsday picture shrouded in the shadow of war.

The Northern Tartar cavalry surged forward like a surging black tide. The clatter of their hooves rang like bursts of muffled thunder, shaking the very ground beneath their feet. They wore thick fur robes and felt hats, their faces radiating a fierceness and wildness that was even more ferocious in the inclement weather. The riders, perched on horseback, drew their bows and drew their arrows. The sharp arrows pierced the wind and pierced the walls of Dafeng's North Gate.

The Dafeng soldiers were already in full battle formation. Shieldmen crouched in the howling wind, tightly linked together, forming a steely shield wall. Spearmen thrust their spears from the crevices of their shields, their tips gleaming with a chilling glare, like a forest of cold rays. Crossbowmen in the rear row strained their bows and fired, though the raging wind disrupted their arrows' trajectory. They nonetheless swooped down on the Northern Tartar cavalry like locusts. In an instant, the air was a crisscross of arrowheads, and soldiers and horses repeatedly fell, screaming in agony, their blood gushing out, staining the cold yellow sand red.

The Northern Tartar vanguard cavalry charged in at once, fearlessly crashing into the shield wall. The impact of the horses' thrusts shook the shield wall, but the warriors gritted their teeth and held on. Spears thrust out, stirring up a bloody mist that splattered across the yellow sand in the gloom. The Northern Tartar cavalry brandished their scimitars, furiously hacking at the soldiers behind their shields. The flashes of their swords flickered in the wind and sand, their cold rays crisscrossing.

On one side of the battlefield, Northern Tartar infantrymen advanced across the sand, shouting. Armed with long swords, maces, and other weapons, they engaged in fierce close combat with the Dafeng infantrymen. The soldiers fought each other in the raging wind, their roars and screams mingling with the rustling of the wind. A Dafeng warrior leaped forward, slashing with his broadsword, severing the Northern Tartar infantryman's long sword and piercing his chest. A fierce Northern Tartar general swung his mace, sending a whirring roar, knocking down several Dafeng soldiers in quick succession. The surrounding soldiers, unafraid of this, swarmed forward, engaging in a desperate battle.

Dust billowed across the battlefield, smoke thick in the wind and sand. The Dafeng generals led the charge, mounted on their warhorses, calmly commanding their troops amidst the swirling sand, maneuvering them to fill gaps in their defenses. War drums beat in the howling wind, their rousing roar buoying the soldiers' morale. The Northern Tatar leader, shouting from behind, urged his warriors to charge forward.

As the sky darkened, a sudden snowstorm descended, heavy flakes of snow drifting down, mingling with the yellow sand. The cold snowflakes fell on wounds, stinging unbearably, yet no one cared. The soldiers fought on in the muddy mess of blood and snow, each step a matter of life and death.

As time passed relentlessly, casualties among the Northern Tartars continued to mount. Corpses piled up like hills, and blood spread across the snow, staining the ground red and white. Yet, the flames of battle burned brightly amidst the blizzard, with no sign of retreat.

Su Qing was standing on the city wall, very anxious! So Su Qing drew out the Luqi Sword and flew over the Northern Tatar Army. He continuously took out grenades from the air and threw them at the Northern Tatar soldiers. In an instant, the Tatars were blown down. What the hell was this? In an instant, flames shot up into the sky, thunder exploded, and in the deafening roar, the Northern Tatar soldiers were blown to pieces and screamed in pain. In the smoke, the originally fierce attacking formation was instantly shattered, and the broken limbs and arms were mixed with the yellow sand and mud. The smell of blood filled the cold air. Su Qing stood on the sword and watched all this coldly!

A Northern Tatar general looked at the grenades falling like raindrops, his eyes wide open. Fear instantly gripped his heart, and he shouted at the top of his lungs: "Retreat, retreat quickly!" His voice became sharp and piercing because of extreme fear.

The remaining Northern Tartar soldiers had already been terrified by this sudden terrorist attack. Their faces were filled with terror, their eyes filled with panic and helplessness, like a group of lambs being chased by a demon. Those once fierce faces were now distorted, their mouths wide open, emitting discordant cries of shock. Some soldiers even abandoned their weapons and turned to flee for their lives, stumbling, pushing and trampling each other, wanting to get as far away from the exploding hellfire as possible. Their bodies trembled, every muscle tensed with fear, as if they would collapse to the ground at any moment. The once orderly ranks were now in disarray, rushing back in panic like a tide, leaving only a mess and blood on the bomb-bathed battlefield!

After the Tartars retreated, Murong Ye gave an order! "Clean up the battlefield!"

Su Qing's brow furrowed, her expression solemn as she hurriedly moved among the wounded alongside Doctor Yue. Her hands stained with blood, she skillfully and swiftly cleaned the wounds, applied bandages, and applied medicine. Beads of sweat streamed down her forehead, though she didn't bother to wipe them away. As she busied herself, she couldn't help but feel a surge of resentment, genuinely blaming Murong Ye. "You have such a powerful weapon, gunpowder, but why haven't you used it yet? These soldiers could have been spared so much pain, yet now they're all gravely wounded and on the verge of death!" Su Qing felt a surge of resentment towards Murong Ye, but she could only suppress it as she hurried to treat the next wounded soldier, her hurried steps causing her clothes to rustle with anxiety.

Su Qing and Dr. Yue worked tirelessly among the wounded, time slipping away. They meticulously treated each soldier's wound, from lacerated flesh to broken bones, meticulously cleaning, applying medicine, and bandaging them, never slacking off. As each soldier's wound was properly treated, they were carried steadily back to the camp on stretchers to rest. When the last wounded soldier was bandaged, Su Qing straightened her aching back and gazed at the night sky. It was dark, and snowflakes were still drifting. It was already the end of the Xu hour, and the Hai hour was about to begin. The long, intense treatment had exhausted her, but as she watched the wounded gradually calm down, a sense of relief welled up in her heart. After exchanging a glance with Dr. Yue, she dragged her heavy steps towards the camp. By then, the entire camp had gradually returned to calm, with only the soft footsteps of patrolling soldiers remaining.

Arriving at the tent, Su Qing brought Divine Doctor Yue into the space, "Master, go wash up first, I'll make you a bowl of noodles!"

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, my dear disciple!"

"Master, where is my Master Meng? I haven't seen him for a long time!"

"I wonder where this old man went?"

"Okay, let's eat first! We'll make it for Master Meng when he comes back!"

"Yeah."

Doctor Yue went to wash up! Su Qing went to the space kitchen to make noodles! After Doctor Yue finished his bath, Su Qing also made noodles!

Su Qing brought the noodles to the table, "Master, hurry up and eat! After you finish the noodles, you still have to get out of the space!"

"Okay, good disciple!"

Doctor Yue and Su Qing finished their noodles quickly, and Su Qing took Doctor Yue out of the space!

"Master, please take care of me! I'm going to wash up in the space!"

Su Qing quickly went to the space to wash up! After two quarters of an hour, Su Qing finished bathing, changed clothes and left the space!

At this time, Old Man Meng also came back

"Master, where have you been? You're nowhere to be seen."

"Hey, I went out for a walk and looked around! I wanted to catch a Tartar leader, but I didn't get the chance!"

"Have you finished your meal, old man?"

"It's snowing all over the place. Where can I eat? There's only snow and northwest wind!"

"Then wait a moment, I'll go to the space to make a bowl of noodles for you!" After Su Qing said that, he flashed into the space to cook noodles!

A quarter of an hour later, Su Qing flashed out of the space, holding a bowl of steaming hot noodles straight from the pot in his hand!

Taking a closer sniff, the first aroma of the rich and mellow bone broth hits your nose, and the tender green leaves of the vegetables stretch out in the soup, which is crisp and sweet in the mouth, with the freshness and tenderness of the new green after the rain, sweeping away the greasy feeling; a few pieces of stewed soft and glutinous braised meat, with a bright red color and overflowing meat fragrance, each texture is permeated with the unique charm of secret spices, take a bite, and the salty and fragrant taste spreads on the tip of the tongue, the mellowness of the meat and the fragrance of the spices are perfectly combined, bringing a strong impact and satisfaction to the taste buds; and the golden fried egg, the edges are slightly curled, and the yolk in the center still retains a runny state. Poke the yolk, and the golden egg liquid slowly flows out, mixing with the delicious soup, adding a rich and mellow egg fragrance and a delicate and smooth taste.

Old Man Meng looked at the noodles in Su Qing's hand, and the aroma that filled his nose made him drool with greed!