Wei Che stood aside, watching quietly, praying silently in his heart that the general would recover as soon as possible.
After taking the pulse, Su Huaiyue showed a relieved smile on her face, "General Lian, the pulse has stabilized a lot. It seems that the acupuncture this morning and the medicine that will be prepared soon are taking effect. After a few more days of recuperation, he will definitely be back to normal."
General Lian Shuo breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes filled with gratitude. "Divine Doctor Su, General Wei, this time is all thanks to you two. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have lost my life here, and the Southwest Army would be leaderless, with disastrous consequences."
As he was speaking, Doctor Li came in carrying the boiled medicine.
Su Huaiyue took the medicine bowl, blew on it gently, and then carefully fed it to General Lian Shuo.
After drinking the medicine, General Lian Shuo leaned against the bed and looked at Wei Che and Su Huaiyue with a firm gaze, "When I recover, I will make sure those villains from Xizhao know that our Southwest Army is not to be trifled with!"
However, at this moment, there was a sudden noise outside the tent.
A soldier rushed in, looking panicked. "Oh no, General Lian! Several soldiers from Xizhao Country have crossed the border to provoke us. What should we do now?"
This news was like a bombshell, making the atmosphere in the tent instantly solemn.
When Lian Shuo heard the news of the provocation from the Xizhao soldiers, his originally slightly rosy face instantly became solemn. He sat up abruptly, but because he moved too hastily, he injured his wound that had not yet healed. The pain made him frown and his face turned slightly pale.
But he endured the pain, his eyes revealing determination and decisiveness. He looked at Wei Che with a gaze as sharp as a torch and said in a deep voice: "General Wei, the situation is critical now. Do you have any good plans?"
Wei Che looked serious as he paced back and forth in the tent, each step he took steady and powerful. His mind was racing as he quickly weighed the pros and cons.
After a moment, he abruptly stopped, a sharp gleam in his eyes, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, filled with the determination to break the deadlock. "General Lian, although we have successfully repelled the raging plague, our soldiers have endured hardships and are severely weakened. If we confront the provocative enemy of Xizhao head-on, we have no chance of victory. This is absolutely unwise."
"In my opinion, we should use their tactics against them and have the soldiers continue feigning illness to create the illusion that the Southwestern Army is no longer able to fight and is on the verge of collapse. This will surely confuse those arrogant provocateurs from the Western Zhao Kingdom and lead them deeper into our trap. When the time is right, we will catch them all in their tracks."
Su Huaiyue stood quietly aside, listening carefully to Wei Che's words, her eyes full of approval. She nodded slightly and said softly, "Wei Che is absolutely right. This plan is very good."
"We can immediately set up elaborate arrangements inside the tent, arranging for the soldiers to utter feeble groans from time to time. We can then select a few thinner soldiers and have them pretend to be seriously ill, wandering weakly outside the tent. This will definitely convince the enemy."
"However, this matter is of great importance. Every detail is crucial and cannot afford any mistakes. It must be done flawlessly. Otherwise, if the enemy discovers it, the consequences will be disastrous."
Lian Shuo seemed to be lost in thought, his brows furrowed, and he fell into a brief period of contemplation.
He knew that although this plan was risky, it was the most feasible method at the moment.
After a moment, he nodded gravely and said in a deep voice, "Alright, as you say. Pass the order down, have all soldiers mobilize immediately. We must make this 'disease' look convincing enough to deceive the enemy."
The soldier who reported the news looked nervous, with a hint of anxiety in his eyes. After hearing the general's order, he immediately stood at attention, saluted, turned around and hurried away.
His footsteps were quick and firm, and he quickly disappeared into the twilight outside the tent.
Soon, the entire military camp became busy like a lit powder keg.
Although the soldiers had just recovered from the plague and were still a little weak, their eyes were full of fighting spirit at this moment. They would not back down in order to defend their homeland.
Su Huaiyue hurried back to his tent, dug out those precious medical books and medicine boxes, and began to carefully prepare the herbal juice.
Her eyes were focused and serious, and the dosage of each herb was carefully calculated, as if she was carving a precious work of art.
As she prepared the juice, she muttered something to herself, mixing various herbs together in specific proportions. After a while, several bowls of herbal juice with a special smell were prepared.
She personally brought the herbal juices to the soldiers and patiently instructed them on how to apply them on their faces and how to adjust their expressions and movements to make the "camouflage" more realistic.
Wei Che led several experienced generals and ran around the military camp, carefully checking the layout of each tent.
They did not miss any details, and made careful arrangements from the furnishings in the tents to the soldiers' positions.
Wei Che personally demonstrated and told the soldiers how to appear weak and powerless when the enemy approached, and how to cleverly hide their strength.
His voice was firm and powerful, full of inspiring power: "Brothers, this battle is not only about our honor, but also about the safety of countless civilians behind us. Everyone must go all out, perform this 'play' well, and make sure the enemy has no chance of returning!"
At the same time, the provocative soldiers of Xizhao Kingdom were wandering near the border, their eyes revealing greed and arrogance.
The leading soldier, a burly man with a face full of flesh, brandished a long sword and said viciously, "Hmph, I heard there's a plague in their barracks, so they must be completely defenseless now. Let's just march in and kill them all, and let them know how powerful our Xizhao Kingdom is!"
A more cautious soldier nearby frowned slightly, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Don't worry, let's explore the situation first. What if it's a trap? These Southwestern Army soldiers are not that easy to deal with."
"What kind of trick could this be? General Ming is right. This plague is most effective against these people. Once we conquer the southwest, we will be the heroes of Xizhao."
Su Huaiyue, Wei Che and Yun Yiming hid in the dark and observed, and found that there were only four or five of them.
Yun Yiming sneered, "These few people dare to challenge our Southwest Army. They are really overestimating their own capabilities."
The young man was full of vigor and was about to rush out with his sword drawn, but Wei Che stopped him.
Wei Che spoke to him earnestly about strategy, "Wait, we're going to fight the enemy. Brute force alone won't do. Don't underestimate these four or five men. Let's confuse them first, have them go back and deliver the message, and lure more Xizhao troops here. Only then will our plan of catching them in the trap be considered a success."
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