General, you should rest now; the lady is even more ruthless.

Inside the mountain cave, a group of generals were still chattering away, their faces beaming with anticipation for the start of war.

"Everyone, please calm down and don't get too excited. No matter who the other party is, we must treat them with caution," Luo Xingyuan said.

Everyone here is just an ordinary citizen, or in other words, a bunch of roughnecks. So when Luo Xingyuan, as the strategist, holds meetings, he not only has to brainstorm, but also often has to maintain order for them.

“That’s right.” Shi Hui understood the gravity of the situation and reminded them, “We brothers all have a deep-seated hatred for the imperial court, and now is the time for revenge. But the more critical the moment, the more careful we must be; we can’t afford to make a single wrong move!”

Yes! Be careful!

"Be careful!"

That's what they said, but the generals were still very excited.

"General Shi, strategist, we know nothing but how to fight. Just tell us what you want to do, and we'll follow your instructions."

"Yes, we're willing to do anything to make the imperial court run for its life."

"Me too."

Everyone expressed their opinions.

"Alright, let's start assigning tasks now." Luo Xingyuan led everyone to the map.

Compared to the crude map Shen Luo and his group had, Luo Xingyuan's map was much more detailed, even showing the terrain in three dimensions.

"General Sun, you will lead your team to guard the two gates of our 'Manzhen'. If the enemy launches an attack, notify us immediately. Your position is also our first line of defense. During the battle, you must pay attention to observation and estimate how many enemies there are."

"Yes, we'll go prepare right away." General Sun left with his men.

"General Lee."

“I’m here,” a dark-skinned but lean man said.

“Your second team is usually in charge of the entrances and exits, and the same applies today. You will immediately take control of all entrances and exits within the town. Once the enemy breaks through the first line of defense, immediately close all passages into the mountains.”

"Yes!"

"General Feng, you will lead three teams to our back mountain pass. It's relatively well-hidden there, and the enemy shouldn't be able to find us under normal circumstances. However, just in case, if anyone gets close, drive them away."

"You will guard the back pass. If the situation on the front line becomes unfavorable, we will have to use the back pass to evacuate."

"Hmm." General Feng nodded cautiously. "I'll go prepare too."

"General Yang, you lead the six smallest teams to ensure the supply of materials. Treat any wounded brothers promptly, replace any torn armor immediately, and provide meals on time."

"Yes, strategist, you can rest assured," General Yang replied.

"Phew." Luo Xingyuan let out a breath, relieving the pressure in his heart.

He looked at the two generals who had not yet been called upon, his expression serious.

"General Huang, General Qian, General Shi, you two, along with the largest teams, the fourth and fifth, will stand with us to guard this mountain cave. If the enemy breaks through the first two passes, that will be the time for us to fight to the death."

"Alright! Let's fight to the death!" the two generals shouted.

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At the same time, in the pitch-black night in the mountains, a figure crept furtively to the downstream of the only water source in the valley.

Seeing that no one was around, he took out a large bundle of leaves wrapped in grass from his pocket.

After unwrapping the layers of packaging, they poured all the powder into the river.

After pouring, he didn't forget to stir it a couple of times with a stick.

……

Yesterday afternoon, in the camp.

Jiang Qiqi whispered in Shijiu's ear, "I have an acquaintance in Liyuan County, the legendary doctor Tang Yiqing. Go find him as fast as you can and tell him that Master Mu from Longcheng wants enough laxatives to make 10,000 people have diarrhea."

Nineteen was stunned. This actually works?

"Will it succeed?"

Jiang Qiqi: "It's wrapped."

Although he had some doubts, Nineteen knew that his wife's abilities had always been a mystery, so he went anyway.

And then... they actually got it back.

He didn't expect that when he arrived there and gave his number, the miracle doctor left without even asking any questions.

Nineteen waited in front of the stall for a while, and sure enough, he came back carrying a small snakeskin bag.

He slammed it onto the table, and the already shaky table almost fell apart.

"Tell Ninth Master that all the laxatives in Liyuan County are here, totaling eleven catties and six taels."

Nineteen: "Huh?"

Wow, they can actually get their hands on that!

Just to be on the safe side, he still asked, "Won't anyone notice if you buy so many?"

While distributing the laxatives, Tang Yiqing replied, "No, I've bought much more other medicines than this."

He divided the laxatives into four large packets and instructed Nineteen: "Theoretically, if taken directly, these drugs are enough to make ten thousand people unable to stand up due to diarrhea."

"If you're going to soak it in water, it's best to put it in the water an hour in advance, and remember to stir it after you're done."

"Oh, oh," Nineteen replied blankly, "Thank you, miracle doctor."

……

At that moment, Nineteen was by the mountain spring, pouring laxatives down the stream.

"I'll make you all poop to death! I'll make you all poop to death!"

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Shen Luo is also making final arrangements.

His expression was serious: "Twelve, you will lead two thousand Longcheng garrison troops into battle first. After Nineteen returns, launch the first offensive, with the goal of breaking through the defenses of 'Manzhen'."

"At the same time, Sixteen, you will lead five hundred garrison troops and take advantage of the chaos on the battlefield to infiltrate from the flank and find a way to enter their mountain cave base. Remember, just find it, do not enter."

During yesterday's discussions, everyone agreed that the other side would not place the main battlefield in "Manzhen".

Firstly, the place was too small, and secondly, they were in the open while the other side was in the dark. The other side could not possibly let go of such a great advantage.

Therefore, the first battle is just a warm-up; all that is needed is to break through "Manzhen".

Of course, there is another reason.

"We just finished a big battle and retreated. Isn't this a good time to have a meal?" Jiang Qiqi said yesterday.

That's right, they will retreat after they break through "Man Town".

"An hour later, Twelve and Thirteen led two thousand garrison troops from the capital and the remaining garrison troops from Longcheng into the mountain cave to launch a full-scale attack from the front."

"Sixteen led five hundred garrison troops to stay at the camp, ready to be dispatched at any time."

"Yes!!!" the three answered in unison.

Jiang Qiqi stayed to the side.

This was the first time she had seen Shen Luo on the battlefield.

The young general's unfathomable tactics and comprehensive, sound plans... bring the proverb "strategic planning leads to victory in every battle" from traditional storybooks to life at this moment.

Even though he was in a wheelchair, he still exuded an aura of imposing presence.

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After distributing the medicine to several different locations, Nineteen finally finished disposing of all the medicine.

The mountain spring was still flowing gently. He straightened up, stretched, and looked towards the horizon.

The hour of Chou (1-3 AM) has passed, the moon has moved to the west, and the sky is dotted with stars, creating a different scene reflected in the river.

For most people, the night is almost over.

For everyone in the mountains, this dark night...

just began.