“No way…”

Liu Rushuang on the side scolded,

"I think what Xia He said makes sense. We can't take chances."

"It's a bit too quiet here in Youzhou."

Xia He nodded:

“We must prepare in advance.”

"Should we send someone to remind the troops on the front line..."

"You are stupid! What's the point of notifying them?"

Everyone looked at Xia He, but saw him shaking his head.

"There's nothing to inform you about. General Zhao is a master at commanding troops and can anticipate the enemy's moves. Why does he need us to remind him?"

"And this is just my speculation. What if they don't believe us and accuse us of spreading alarmist rumors and disturbing the morale of the army? Wouldn't that be a joke?"

Everyone thought it made sense.

"Then let them fend for themselves."

"Pass the order down, and let the soldiers in the camp rest on the spot."

"Aren't they trying to take the first place? Then let them take the first place."

Then, everyone found a place with high earth veins and began to rest.

War is not a matter of overnight. It often takes months or even longer for a large army to go to war.

A few days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ever since Xia He gave the order that day, the reserve camp remained on hold and stationed in the rear, waiting to see what would happen.

Xia He's daily life was peaceful except for practicing martial arts and eating.

Today, his realm has been completely stabilized at the state of transformation, and the strength and purity of his energy are also improving through constant tempering.

After achieving a small success in Hua Jin, a warrior can then integrate the strength into certain moves or weapons to greatly increase the power.

When one reaches the great perfection stage, one's strength can be mobilized at will, and can be used for both attack and defense with ease.

If one reaches the perfect state, he can even make the strength leave the body and hit objects from a distance, with incredible power.

Although Xia He has only achieved a small success in the transformation of his energy, he has a vague feeling that the upper limit of his energy is far more than the third level.

The strange fire lotus seeds have been used up, but there is still some golden blood salt left.

"If you want to raise your power to the second level, these alone are far from enough."

We need to find new strange fire, or other spiritual things, to break through the current bottleneck.

"There's news about Senior Sister Zhu... Is she not in Youzhou for the time being?"

In this rebellion of the White Robe Army, in addition to that group of civilians, there were also several second-rate sects.

"Senior Sister Zhu went after them... She should be back in a few days, no need to worry."

Just as Xia He was thinking, a scout hurried over and brought battle reports from the front.

"Report!"

Two days ago, the army arrived at the city of Youzhou and began to attack the city after a brief rest.

Although the city had not yet been captured, more than 2,000 Youzhou rebels had been killed.

"Although our army has suffered 4,000 casualties, we still have 30,000 troops. With our numerical advantage, as long as we continue to consume them, Youzhou City will undoubtedly be defeated."

Hearing this news, Xia He became even more confused:

"Am I really overthinking it? The Youzhou rebels have no backup plan and are simply fighting stubbornly?"

"Investigate again and report back."

He ordered the scouts to continue to keep a close eye on the movements ahead.

As night fell, Xia He returned to the tent. Before he got close, he heard a painful groan coming from inside the tent.

He was startled and walked quickly into the tent, only to see Gu Qingyi curled up on the bed with a flushed face.

His forehead was covered with cold sweat, he kept twisting his body and tearing his clothes. It was obvious that the fire poison had broken out.