A farmer has a shrewish wife; he's busy making money every day.

Ye Qingxue led Xiao Feng back to the camp.

A small area was set up for him inside the tent, with two boxes of parts, a small table, and a stack of blueprints as his only tools.

Without Ye Qingxue saying a word, Xiao Feng immediately got into the zone, immersing himself in the world of the blueprints.

Another two weeks passed during this period of immersion.

Ye Qingxue was pleasantly surprised to find that under her guidance, Xiao Feng really picked things up very quickly. He only needed to learn some of the more complex assembly techniques once and then practice a few more times to master them.

Suddenly, I felt a sense of accomplishment, like playing a simulation game.

Ye Qingxue felt quite comfortable all over.

For the past two weeks, the sounds of battle outside the city have become her alarm clock for waking up early.

After washing up, you can see Xiaofeng running in from outside the tent, and then the two of them sit together to study the blueprints.

Ye Qingxue recreated an improved version of a self-aiming pistol that she had designed before. It cost a lot of money, but after trying it out, she found it was well worth it.

If they could mass-produce them, and every soldier in the Longyang army could have one, would they still be afraid of the Ghost Clan?

It's a pity that making this one pistol has cost her half her fortune; she still needs to find a suitable design before investing in it again.

Even with auto-aiming pistols, basic operating skills are still required. Loading and chambering take time, and in a battlefield, a slight mistake can cost you your life.

Ye Qingxue put away the pistol and looked at Xiao Feng beside her. He was currently making a firing cannon.

This wasn't designed by Ye Qingxue. It would take her three days to research how to make it, while Xiao Feng only took five days longer than her to assemble it on his first try.

She really saw the right person.

Thinking this, Ye Qingxue touched her nearly empty purse, feeling both gratified and heartbroken.

Looks like I'll have to find a time to steal from the national treasury.

She made this decision seemingly out of reluctance.

Rumble.

Suddenly, thunderous footsteps echoed through the military camp; the troops were returning.

However, the sound was a little different today. Ye Qingxue looked out of the tent and seemed to sense something.

Sure enough, the voice that rang out the next second was not Lu Chuci's, but Mu Ying's.

"Send everyone in the camp back to the capital. Don't let a single one escape!"

"Yes!"

—

The Hall of Nourishing Heart.

"Patriarch, it's done! The Lu family has given up resistance!"

A man in black robes in front of the hall spoke excitedly to the Martial Emperor on the throne.

The Empress's lips curled into a "predictable" smile: "I suppose they're unwilling to kill each other anymore. The ridiculous sense of patriotism and morality that the Lu family has in their hearts won't allow them to lay a hand on the innocent and loyal Imperial Guards."

"They finally compromised after losing most of their men. I heard that the guy surnamed Lu was frantically using his spiritual power to prevent anyone from getting hurt." The man laughed wildly. "The Longyang Army didn't dare to hurt the Imperial Guards because they were ordered to. Lu Chuci alone can't protect all the Longyang Army. If you ask me, having such a young general is really bad luck."

The man clicked his tongue twice and concluded, "Ordinary people are just swayed by these useless emotions; they're incredibly stupid."

“Emotions have bound their actions, and they are also a convenient weapon for us to use.” The Martial Emperor rubbed his fingers together. “They used swift and decisive means to bind Mu Ying at the beginning, which must have been to tell him the so-called truth, discuss cooperation, and prevent the Imperial Guards from making any rash moves.”

"But he didn't know that Mu Ying was as stubborn as a mule. He wouldn't listen to anyone except the emperor. Besides..." the man sighed dramatically, "we also have people in the Imperial Guard. They wouldn't care about the personal safety of a human realm leader."

"Even the cultivation world was suppressed by us using two humans, so they dared not make a move. Emotions are more of a burden than a threat."

The man scoffed at emotions, as if being the most heartless and ruthless person in the world was something to be very proud of.

Empress Wu: "How many people did they escort back to the capital?"

The man stopped laughing: "Lu Chuci was unwilling to let his men stay in the camp and be imprisoned by us, so twenty... no, now the remaining 100,000 Longyang soldiers have all been escorted back to the capital."

"What a pity, it would have been easier to just kill some of them on the spot."

The man said indifferently, "Whether it's 100,000 or 200,000, it's just a matter of us 500 clansmen lifting a finger to kill them. As for that guy surnamed Lu, we still have you here."

Emperor Wu lowered his head, his expression hidden in the shadows as he smiled, giving his entire demeanor a mysterious and sinister feel, as if his body was releasing a compelling dark substance.

A fanaticism flashed in the man's eyes.

It is an unparalleled honor for him to emerge from the depths of hell and follow such a master!

"In that case, victory is assured. Once the others are escorted back, we should have a good talk with those guys from Yun Pavilion about the seal." The Martial Emperor waved his hand slightly, and the man vanished from the hall.

—

At night, the rain poured down.

Lightning rumbled across the sky, as if carving out a chasm. Temporary tents were erected in the open space, where Lu Chuci and the others were "held captive," while hundreds of thousands of soldiers outside were getting soaked in the rain.

To outsiders, this was the tragic end of the rebels, but inside the camp, the scene was quite different.

Lu Chuci sat in the head seat, with Ye Qingxue and Lu Cheng sitting on his left and right sides respectively, while Mu Ying could only sit in the third seat.

Ye Qingxue pointed to several boxes of medicine in the corner: "When the rain stops, please have someone distribute these, Commander. They are for warding off the cold."

This medicine is sold as a finished product in supermarkets, and Ye Qingxue simply had Mu Ying pay for it and bought it back.

They robbed him of his money and made his people do whatever they wanted.

Mu Ying's lips twitched, and he silently recited a calming mantra in his mind to keep from cursing out loud.

"Row."

Lu Chuci tapped the table: "Did our people infiltrate your team in disguise?"

Tonight's torrential rain presents the perfect opportunity to disguise 100,000 people as part of the Imperial Guard.

"Yes, it's all taken care of. Once those demons were knocked unconscious, they were much easier to move around in. The extra members of our Imperial Guard are already on their way back to the city."

Thinking about this made him angry again. Why should his brother have to brave the rain to return to the capital?

Mu Ying closed his eyes and sighed deeply, realizing he was on a pirate ship.

Lu Chuci seemed to agree that this was inappropriate, so he coughed softly and asked, "How are you going to explain that part of the Imperial Guards to the Martial Emperor?"

Mu Ying was extremely willful: "No explanation, just go back to camp."

Anyway, there are so many soldiers hiding in the shadows, they can all sneak in when they return to camp in batches and that will be the end of it.

Ye Qingxue: ...

It's hard to imagine that the commander of the Imperial Guard, who was so unyielding just a month ago, has become like this.

Lu Cheng was worried about something else. He looked at Ye Qingxue and asked, "Qingxue, is the batch of weapons you gave us before really that powerful?"

A few days ago, Ye Qingxue gave him a few small guns and some cannons, which she and Xiao Feng had made recently.

As a result, her wallet was completely empty.

Because of their immense power and scarcity, they could not be used rashly. Ye Qingxue could only explain how to use them first. Therefore, Lu Cheng only knew that these weapons were magical, but had not yet seen them in person.

Such powerful weapons, if mass-produced, would allow the Longyang Army to kill enemies instantly with the flick of a finger. This incredible ability frightened Lu Cheng.

"Won't we accidentally hurt our own people?"

Ye Qingxue smiled at him: "If you always keep your gun pointed at the enemy, you won't accidentally hurt your own people."

“The soldiers you selected are all elite troops; they wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.” She stood up and walked out. “Don’t worry, Father, there will be no surprises in this battle.”

Even if there were any, she and Lu Chuci would protect them from all accidents.