As the village chiefs looked at Mo Lan standing at the door and her cold, clear eyes, the trust they had felt before was rekindled.

This is unbelievable! She's clearly just a teenage girl!

Mo Lan glanced around the entire council hall and strolled in.

"Father, my three uncles, I'm sorry to have worried you."

"Ahem, Lan girl, the three-month agreement expires the day after tomorrow. That bastard Hu Biao has already sent someone to deliver a message, saying that he will come to pick up the bride first thing in the morning the day after tomorrow, and that we should be prepared." The second chieftain returned to his seat and spoke angrily.

“Yes, I heard about it on the way here,” Mo Lan nodded, her emotions remaining calm.

"Then you..." Hua Yifei looked at his daughter, who had changed so much, his thoughts were complicated.

"There's still one day left, isn't there? That should be enough time."

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What does "enough" mean?

The village chiefs looked at each other in bewilderment.

Mo Lan turned and sat down in the chair to her left. "I have made all the arrangements. Tomorrow at midnight, Father and the uncles just need to follow the signal to go to White Tiger Cliff."

"Go up White Tiger Cliff?"

“Hmm,” Mo Lan looked at the village chiefs and briefly revealed a bit of her plan so that they would have a clear understanding of it.

"…Girl, isn't it too risky to have just forty of you?" Hua Yifei looked at his daughter's calm face, feeling a mix of emotions.

"Nothing ventured, nothing gained. With proper planning, it's not impossible." Mo Lan stood up. "I have some things to arrange, so I'll take my leave now."

"Lan girl, we can't just do nothing, can we?" The second chieftain stood up, looking anxious. His two unruly sons had both been taken away by Lan girl.

"At midnight tomorrow, act according to the signal." In Mo Lan's memory, this second chieftain was the best in terms of combat skills.

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Mo Lan returned to the back mountain and looked at the group of young men who were already wearing armor. She played with the short dagger in her hand and spoke.

"The daggers are for your self-defense, in case of emergency, and also for close combat. Tomorrow night, you can also use any weapon you feel comfortable with."

"Yes, boss."

"Eat and drink your fill, rest where you are. Tomorrow will be a tough battle. I hope you will live up to the expectations of these three months of special training."

"Yes, boss."

The boys were full of fighting spirit, and they were extremely looking forward to the three months of special training.

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I slept soundly until the world was dark.

Only when the aroma of roasted meat filled the air did they begin to open their eyes.

Staring at the sizzling, oily roasted pig over the campfire, all sleepiness vanished instantly.

"It smells so good!"

"Boss, you're so kind of you, you even grilled meat for us." Xiong Er rubbed his eyes and came closer.

"Go wash up,"

Mo Lan looked at the young man in front of her and shook her head. "Does it take her so long to take on so many roles?"

A pot of mushroom soup, a roasted pig, and three baskets of steamed buns were all devoured.

Seeing everyone rubbing their stomachs, Mo Lan flicked the pointer in her hand.

"During this break, I'll go over the battle plan again. White Tiger Cliff is backed by a cliff, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack. This kind of terrain has its advantages and disadvantages... To win with fewer troops, we must first capture the leader."

"Don't worry, boss, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

"Set off!"

As dusk fell, a group of people stealthily made their way to the territory of White Tiger Cliff. From afar, they could see a brightly lit area halfway up the mountain.

"Boss, they... they're actually celebrating! This is outrageous!"