"If only the people from the Alchemist's Guild were here."

Witnessing this scene, Ji Fanya's eyes also reddened. "They can use the local materials to make medicine and treat the wounded soldiers."

"Let's go, we have more important things to do here."

Although Di Moyu agreed with Ji Fanya's statement, the Alchemist Guild's current headquarters were in the Western Zhou Dynasty, making its status too awkward and preventing it from entering the Wuya Dynasty.

The only way to save the Wuya Dynasty now is for them to quickly go to Bujiang, rescue the Queen, and kill the King of Bujiang in one fell swoop.

In this way, without internal strife, the border war would inevitably be delayed and halted.

Although he sympathized with the wounded soldiers, there were priorities, and now was not the time to waste time.

"My lord, is the lord here?"

Just as the group was about to continue their journey, a familiar voice came from behind them.

Everyone turned to look and saw several middle-aged men rushing towards her.

"Hey, it's Chairman Duan!"

Upon seeing the newcomers, Ji Fanya excitedly ran forward, "Weren't you in Western Zhou? What are you doing here?"

"Since we are Lord's men, we will naturally do our utmost to help you in times of crisis. How can we stand idly by?"

Duan Yongxin said seriously, "We arrived a long time ago, just waiting to meet up with you."

"Yes, as you know, our current situation is awkward. Without a guarantor, we are afraid that the people of the Wuya Dynasty will not trust us."

Vice President Gao Yibin also spoke up, "We brought a large quantity of wound medicine this time, hoping it can help Lord Jue."

"Great, it works! It works!"

Upon hearing this, the general who had roughly understood the situation immediately nodded with great joy, "I wonder how many you brought? We have far too many wounded soldiers here, and there are other battlefields that also need them."

If these wounded soldiers can recover quickly, it will be a great help to them, allowing them to defend the city for longer!

"Due to the short notice, we only prepared three thousand doses of the skin-healing ointment."

Upon hearing this, Duan Yongxin immediately replied, "But we have all the herbs with us. We can refine them on the spot and supply them promptly."

"That's great, that's really great."

The general was so happy he almost jumped up on the spot. "How many of you have come?"

"All ten of our Alchemists Guild's top leaders have come."

Duan Yongxin said, "We will split up and go to treat the wounded."

"This is wonderful! Thank you! On behalf of the soldiers of the Wuya Dynasty, thank you!"

The general was so happy that he wiped away tears, feeling that the sky, which had been gloomy for so long, had finally seen a glimmer of dawn.

"No need to thank me, we are all Lord's men."

Duan Yongxin waved his hand, "If you want to thank someone, thank the Duke."

"Thank you very much, Your Excellency!"

Upon hearing this, the leader was taken aback, and then bowed ninety degrees to Jun Feijue in thanks.

Now she finally understood why the Empress had appointed such a young child as the Imperial Advisor; regardless of age, the child's influence was already immense.

The fact that the high-ranking members of the Alchemist Guild would travel a great distance to personally run errands for her speaks volumes about her status, enough to make them look up to her.

Not to mention, this little girl herself is a powerful individual whose spiritual strength has reached the third level.

The Queen's decision was truly visionary and brilliant!

"Where is the lord? We've come to find the lord!"