The Little Lucky Girl.

Su Qing cured Murong Ye and used space teleportation to return to her tent. Her heart was filled with longing and concern for her master. Su Qing calmed herself down and tried to call her master with her mental power: "Master, Master..."

A moment later, the master's voice seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, and rang in her mind: "Disciple, Master is in seclusion for cultivation! Be careful!" Su Qing's eyes were warm, and she said in a coquettish tone: "Master, Disciple misses you so much!"

However, all she received was a long silence. Su Qing knew that her master's retreat must be crucial and could not be disturbed. She paced slowly through the space, her thoughts drifting back to the days she had spent with her master. Back then, her master was always by her side, meticulously teaching her the techniques and answering her questions. But now, she was left alone to face these difficult times.

But Su Qing also understood that she couldn't always rely on her master. She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and decided to focus on the current situation. She began carefully examining her reserves of herbs and magical treasures in her space, meticulously preparing for the upcoming battle.

In that mysterious and serene space, Su Qing concentrated intently on controlling the fire in the alchemy furnace. Her slender fingers swiftly shifted hand gestures, dropping various rare herbs into the furnace one by one. As the flames leaped and swirled, a rich medicinal fragrance gradually filled the air. Furnace after furnace of precious elixirs gradually took shape under her meticulous refining. Once the elixirs were complete, Su Qing breathed a sigh of relief, dragging her slightly exhausted body out of the space, collapsing onto the couch in the tent and falling into a deep sleep.

The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight streamed into the tent, Murong Ye slowly opened his eyes. Instantly, he felt an unprecedented sense of comfort coursing through his body, as if every pore was cheering for joy. His once heavy and weak limbs were now filled with strength, the chaotic energy in his body had calmed down, and the strange voice in his head was gone! He was filled with confusion and surprise, and for a moment he was stunned. He guessed that Su Qing must have helped him recover so quickly. Filled with gratitude, he was eager to find Su Qing to express his gratitude, so he immediately stood up and walked out of the tent to look for Su Qing.

Filled with gratitude and eagerness, Murong Ye hurried to Su Qing's tent. He paused briefly, straightening his clothes before gently lifting the tent curtain. He saw Su Qing sitting with her two masters. A delicious breakfast was placed on the table, steaming hot. The rising white mist added a touch of warmth and peace to the small space.

Su Qing heard the noise and looked towards the door. Seeing Murong Ye, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes. She quickly stood up to greet him, smiling, "Brother Ye, you're awake. How are you feeling?" Murong Ye's deep eyes were filled with sincere gratitude. He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Su Qing. "Qing'er, thank you! If you hadn't cured me, I don't know what wrong decisions I would have made later!" Su Qing quickly waved her hand, "Brother Ye, you're welcome! We should support each other."

At this moment, Su Qing's two masters also put down their bowls and chopsticks, looked at Murong Ye for a moment, and nodded slightly. Doctor Yue said, "Young man Ye, are you okay? Are you completely normal? Will you not do anything incredible again?" Murong Ye responded respectfully, "Thank you for your concern, Doctor Yue. I'm fine now!"

"It would be great if everything returns to normal! Otherwise, who knows how many soldiers would die?" Old Man Meng teased!

Murong Ye was very embarrassed!

Su Qing invited Murong Ye to sit down and served him a bowl of porridge. "Eat something first. Only when you are full can you have the strength to recover." Murong Ye sat beside Su Qing, feeling the tranquility and warmth of this moment, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would repay Su Qing double in the future!

After finishing breakfast, Su Qing raised his head slightly and looked at Murong Ye, his eyes filled with concern and determination. He said softly, "Brother Ye, hurry up and get busy! Once the northern border is stable, I will be returning to Su Village. I haven't seen my elders in a long time, and I miss them very much. Su Village also needs me to go back and protect them."

Although Murong Ye was reluctant, he knew that he had a heavy responsibility at the moment. He nodded slightly, his eyes full of understanding and trust: "Okay, Qing'er! Then I'll get busy first!" After that, he turned around and strode away, his posture upright and resolute, every step carried the decisiveness of a soldier.

Murong Ye returned to his tent. His desk was piled high with maps of the northern border's mountains and rivers, along with troop deployment diagrams. He stood before them, his brow furrowed, his eyes deep and focused, lost in thought. After a moment, he began to reorganize his battle plan.

"General Zhao, look at the layout of the Tartar camp. They rely on the steepness of the valley, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack." Murong Ye said to the general beside him, pointing his finger at the location of the enemy camp on the map.

After examining the situation carefully, General Zhao clasped his fists and said, "Your Highness, this is indeed a difficult situation. However, I believe we can send a light cavalry unit to go behind the enemy lines and cut off their food and fodder supply lines. This will cause them to lose their composure."

Murong Ye shook his head slightly. "Although this plan is good, the Tartars are cunning by nature, and their grain camps must be heavily guarded. If our light cavalry goes there, they may never come back. We can first pretend to attack with all our strength on the front, place more flags, and beat drums to make them think that our main force is here." Murong Ye said as he gestured on the map with flags.

"Your Highness, what you mean is to make a feint to the east and attack in the west?" General Zhao's eyes lit up.

"That's right." Murong Ye nodded. "Then, send another elite infantry to attack from the side trails. Their attention will be drawn to the front, and the flank defenses will inevitably be weak. This infantry must carry kerosene. Once they rush into the camp, they will set fire everywhere to create chaos."

"But if the enemy comes to reinforce, won't these elite infantry be surrounded?" General Zhao was a little worried.

Murong Ye smiled confidently, "This requires our central army to seize the opportunity and launch a real charge when the enemy army returns for reinforcements. Together with the elite infantry, we can break through the main camp of the Tartars in one fell swoop."

"Your Highness, this is a brilliant plan!" General Zhao said admiringly.

"Pass the order down. The left-wing vanguard army will sneak towards the main road in the valley at dawn tomorrow. They must be secretive and not alert the enemy. The right-wing reserve army will rest in place, strengthen vigilance, and be ready to provide support at any time. The main force of the central army will launch a feint attack on the enemy's main camp in the afternoon to attract their attention." Murong Ye's voice was steady and powerful. Every order was like a military order and could not be questioned.

He knew that the war with the Tartars had entered a critical period, and every decision depended on the lives of thousands of soldiers and the peace of the northern border. He could not afford to slack off. Only by going all out and resolving the Tartar issue as soon as possible could he live up to the expectations of the people of the northern border and allow Su Qing to return to Sujia Village with peace of mind.

The next day, at dawn, the morning mist still lingered. On the parade grounds, soldiers in gleaming armor stood with swords and spears, yet the atmosphere was solemn and utterly silent. Murong Ye, clad in dark armor, ascended the stage with a majestic air, his gaze slowly sweeping over the resolute faces below.

"Comrades!" Murong Ye's bell-like voice broke the silence. "Today's battle is extraordinary. The peace of the North and the well-being of the people depend on us."

"We will follow the prince, even if it means death!" A general in the front row raised his arms and shouted, and everyone responded in unison, the sound waves rolling.

Murong Ye raised his hand slightly, signaling everyone to be quiet, and continued, "Although the enemy army is coming with great force, they have committed many unjust acts and have little support. Our army fights to protect our homes, to protect our parents, our wives, and our children. This is the army of justice!"

"The army of justice is invincible!" The soldiers' blood boiled and their shouts resounded through the sky.

Murong Ye's eyes were firm as he continued, "Think of my parents at home, longing for their return; think of the smiling faces of my wife and children, waiting for my return. Behind us are the mountains and rivers of the northern border, the homes of countless people. We have no way to retreat, only to move forward!"

"There is no way to retreat, we can only move forward!" The soldiers' eyes were burning with fighting spirit, and they were all rubbing their hands, like tigers about to be released from the cage.

"Every brother who sacrificed his life heroically will become an eternal hero of the North. Their names will be engraved on this land and passed down through the ages. We must use the swords in our hands to forge immortal glory for them and let the enemy know that those who invade our northern border will pay a heavy price!" Murong Ye's voice became more and more excited.

At this time, the passion of all the soldiers in the army was completely ignited. They waved their weapons and shouted: "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The earth-shaking shouts seemed to break through the sky, announcing the victory in advance.