Though they were starving, the crowd remembered how Feng Xiyan had previously distributed water. He was the only one who cared about them. So, they knelt and begged but didn't dare to riot.
Looking at their desperate faces, Feng Xiyan finally said, "This general is going back to camp to handle this. Spread the word—we will set up a porridge stall in front of my mansion. Everyone can have a bowl twice a day."
For a moment, the crowd was stunned. Then they kowtowed and shouted, "Thank you, Great General, for saving our lives!"
Turning to Huang Wenping, Feng Xiyan said, "Uncle Huang, I will send the rice back soon. Have the servants prepare the porridge stall as soon as possible."
Huang Wenping bowed and clasped his hands. "Yes, Young Master."
After giving his instructions, Feng Xiyan looked back at the crowd. "Go and inform the others."
With those parting words, he rode back to the barracks. Once there, he immediately summoned the generals. Soon, they gathered inside the commander's tent.
Seeing them arrive, Feng Xiyan said, "General Xue, have the stable use the noodles to feed the warhorses."
The Feng Army had only 500 warhorses left. If they wanted to win the war, they couldn't afford to lose any more.
Clasping his hand in salute, Xue Ruhong replied, "Yes, Great General."
After Xue Ruhong left to carry out his task, Ding Zhenshun asked, "Great General, now that we have food and water, should we take the initiative and attack the Yuezhi Tribe?"
Feng Xiyan shook his head and explained, "We only have 20,000 troops, and half of them still haven't recovered from their injuries. We also don't know the Yuezhi Tribe's true condition. We shouldn't take any risks for now."
Looking at the generals, he added, "Let's take this time to rest and recover our strength."
Now that Heaven had blessed them with water and food, as long as they regained their strength, their 20,000 troops could have a chance to survive Yuezhi Tribe's 400,000 troops.
The generals nodded in understanding.
Feng Xiyan then said, "Starting today, increase training intensity. We must be fully prepared before the Yuezhi Tribe makes a move."
The generals clasped their fists and replied, "This subordinate accepts the order!"
While everyone was busy in the barrack, Bai Hanyun had just finished her breakfast and was now staring at the antique mirror. She had overheard the discussion between Feng Xiyan and the generals.
After pondering for a moment, she called, "Feng Xiyan."
As soon as her voice echoed inside the commander's tent, Feng Xiyan and the generals turned toward the mirror placed on the altar, knelt down, and clasped their fists.
"Xiyan is here. Fairy Bai, what are your instructions?" Feng Xiyan asked with his head lowered.
Bai Hanyun looked at him through the antique mirror and asked, "I heard you say that half of your soldiers are injured. How are they doing now?"
Feng Xiyan's expression turned gloomy as he replied, "Our medicine supply was cut off half a year ago. Most of our soldiers died from infections and fevers. For the rest, their situation is not promising."
Hearing this, Bai Hanyun thought, 'There is a drought, and they don't even have medicine. I bet they don't even have clean water to wash the wounds. It's not surprising that the soldiers died from infection and high fever. Even a simple cold could be fatal without proper treatment.'
After thinking for a moment, she said, "I will send you some medicine."
When Feng Xiyan and the generals heard this, they couldn't believe their ears. Fairy Bai had actually promised to give them medicine!
Coming back to his senses, Feng Xiyan said gratefully, "Xiyan thanks Fairy Bai on behalf of all the soldiers!"
Still not used to being treated like a god, Bai Hanyun coughed awkwardly and said, "I accept your thanks, but could you not kneel in front of me? Just treat me like an ordinary friend."
Before Feng Xiyan could respond, Fan Wanming said, "That won't do! If not for Fairy Bai, we would have all starved or died of thirst. Fairy Bai, please don't reject our gratitude!"
Bai Hanyun was speechless. "...." 'Is kneeling a form of gratitude? Brother, you are only shortening my life.'
After a moment of silence, she sighed and said helplessly, "Fine. Do as you wish. I'm going to prepare the medicine now. You guys can go back to what you were doing."
After saying that, she tapped the antique mirror with her index fingers twice. The mirror glowed briefly, and its surface turned blurry—signaling that the contact between them had disconnected.
Sensing that Bai Hanyun had left, Feng Xiyan and the generals stood up.
Looking at the mirror on the altar, Tan Pengtai said, "I never thought Fairy Bai would give us medicine. It's exactly what the Feng Army needs the most right now. With medicine, we might be able to save more than half of the injured soldiers."
Nodding in agreement, Zhan Qi added, "With medicine, the Great General's injuries can finally heal as well."
While Feng Xiyan and the generals were speaking in high spirits, Bai Hanyun called Li Dagou.
After a moment of waiting, Li Dagou's voice came through the phone, "Hello, Miss Bai. Thank you for your patronage last time. Are you looking to buy something today?"
"Yes," Bai Hanyun replied. "Boss Li, do you sell medicine?"
Li Dagou smiled. "Of course! What kind of medicine are you looking for, Miss Bai?"
Bai Hanyun thought for a moment and replied,"I'd like to order 500 boxes of painkillers, 500 boxes of antibiotics, 500 boxes of antipyretics, 2,000 boxes of gauze, 2,000 bottles of saline solution, 2,000 boxes of alcohol swabs, 500 boxes of tetanus medicine, 50 first aid kits, 50 surgical tool sets, and 200 boxes of surgical masks and gloves."
When Li Dagou heard the list, his eyes lit up.