Xiao Fan: (◎_◎;)!
"Oh, Yes, oh, yes! The Tibetans are retreating! We won!"
"Thanks to the Lord of Heaven! Long live the Lord of Heaven!"
"Yao Xi... No, the Saintess is our savior!"
As the Tibetan invaders retreated, the villagers of Shule Town cheered!
Tang Anxi's Colonel Lu Yang was also greatly encouraged. Originally prepared for a heroic death with only fifteen soldiers, including the villagers, totaling less than a hundred against a full force of a thousand Tibetan cavalry, they unexpectedly emerged victorious. Various miracles on the battlefield could only be explained by the assistance of the Lord of Heaven. At this moment, Lu Yang's faith in the Lord of Heaven deepened.
Outside the ecological box, Xiao Fan was also overjoyed. He protected these little people from the trampling and slaughter of the Tibetan invaders. What pleased him even more was that, prepared to sacrifice his other good hand, he didn't expect the young girl, Yao Xi, to scare off the remaining Tibetan cavalry with a strategy of "borrowing the tiger's might."
Xiao Fan: (^O^)
"Haha, Yao Xi, I didn't expect you, with your small stature, to be so clever." Xiao Fan said happily.
Yao Xi, celebrating the repulsion of the enemy with the villagers, heard Xiao Fan's teasing and looked up shyly. "It's all thanks to the Lord of Heaven. Without scaring the Tibetans witless, how could I have the chance to borrow your majesty?"
Hearing Yao Xi's words, the other villagers of Shule Town, understanding that she was communicating with the Lord of Heaven, immediately knelt down, paying homage to the heavenly presence.
"Yes! Thanks to the Lord of Heaven!"
"Thank you, Lord of Heaven!"
Kneeling with severe injuries, Lu Yang and the remaining Tang soldiers behind him bowed to worship the Lord of Heaven.
"Lord of Heaven! Wise and mighty! Lu Yang is willing to obey your commands from now on!"
"Haha, forget it, forget it. I know nothing about warfare. Listen to your own decisions." Xiao Fan said helplessly, realizing they couldn't hear him. It left him feeling a bit frustrated; it would be great if he could communicate directly with these little people.
However, with Yao Xi present, she could convey messages for Xiao Fan.
"Captain Lu Yang, the Lord of Heaven says that in future battles, we still rely on you and the people of Shule Town." Yao Xi conveyed Xiao Fan's message.
Lu Yang, hearing this, was incredulous. He imagined a fierce and stern Lord of Heaven, not expecting this benevolent demeanor. He immediately knelt before Yao Xi, "This subordinate will follow the divine oracle, willing to face any hardships!"
By the way, the Lord of Heaven was injured just now. Yao Xi was worried, but she didn't want to panic others and kept it to herself.
Although the battle had ended, there was still cleanup to do—accounting for casualties and clearing the battlefield.
The Tibetans lost about 900 cavalrymen, while on Shule Town's side, ten Tang soldiers died, and the remaining five were injured. Over a dozen villagers also suffered casualties. Despite the clear victory, it couldn't change Shule Town's fate of destruction, which remained Xiao Fan's primary concern.
Shule Town's villagers, led by Gao Cunzheng, were busy with post-battle tasks. Finally finding a moment of respite, Yao Xi looked up and asked the Lord of Heaven with concern, "Lord of Heaven, how severe are your injuries?"
Xiao Fan: (~_~;)
"Hmm? Not serious, not serious." Xiao Fan, lost in thought, hadn't realized the severity of his left hand's injury until Yao Xi reminded him.
Seeing Yao Xi's worried expression on her delicate face, Xiao Fan felt a warm sensation in his heart. It felt good to be cared for, especially by such a beautiful and lovely girl.
"Yao Xi, I'll go handle this." Xiao Fan lowered his head to look at his left hand, which was covered in blood, looking quite gruesome.
Entering the bathroom, Xiao Fan washed his palm with clean water. The red liquid, accompanied by the metallic scent of blood, was washed away. With each wash, Xiao Fan felt waves of pain. At that moment, he truly saw the sorry state of his palm.
Tiny scars covered his palm densely, some areas had broken the skin and were bleeding continuously. The most severe was the knife wound in the center of his palm—approximately a centimeter long, and the wound had split open, revealing flesh. The washing caused the numerous wounds on his palm to swell, making Xiao Fan's hand look like a bear paw. He took out Yunnan Baiyao from the medical kit and sprinkled it on the injuries, thinking about the wounded people in Shule Town. At the same time, he scattered some into the ecological box.
In an instant, above the desert Shule Town, it seemed to be snowing. Large white particles floated down like snowflakes.
"What's going on?! What is this?" The villagers of Shule Town, who were cleaning the battlefield, stopped their work, looking up at the sky.
Gao Cunzheng, the elder of Shule Town, well-versed and knowledgeable, caught a large particle, licked it, and joyfully exclaimed, "It's Yunnan Baiyao! And it's a high-quality one! Quickly, collect it and send it to the wounded."
Originally heavily injured, Lu Yang caught the Yunnan Baiyao falling from the sky and applied it to the knife wound on his left arm. The intense pain was immediately alleviated. Clearly, the medicine from the heavens was a divine remedy!
The little people cheered and danced.
"Heavenly Lord... are you okay? Do you need anything urgent?" Yao Xi was more concerned about the Heavenly Lord. Despite being injured himself, the Heavenly Lord was still concerned about the villagers of Shule Town and the soldiers of the Great Tang Anxi Army. This compassionate gesture deeply moved Yao Xi.
"I'm fine, Yao Xi." Xiao Fan said calmly, but his left hand, infected by the wound, could no longer form a fist.
With Xiao Fan's help, the cleanup of the battlefield proceeded swiftly. Xiao Fan lifted the sand with his hand, and in an instant, the bodies of the Tibetan cavalry on the battlefield were deeply buried in the yellow sand. When the sand settled, the area appeared flat, as if the fierce battle had never occurred.
After tidying up the battlefield, Xiao Fan pondered the countermeasures for future enemies. He couldn't risk reaching into the ecological box again. The current adversaries were only the vanguard of the Tibetans. If the main force arrived, there might be equipment like bows, crossbows, and catapults. Xiao Fan might end up sacrificing another arm.
He realized profoundly that, despite being a god-like figure to the little people in the ecological box, he was not invincible. Moreover, he couldn't stand guard at the ecological box 24/7. Even though he had no immediate commitments, Xiao Fan still needed to eat and attend to other necessities.
Teaching them to fish was better than giving them fish. An idea struck Xiao Fan. To ensure the survival of Shule Town, they needed to rely on themselves!
Xiao Fan turned to his desk, where he had left some model building materials from his civil engineering graduation project.
"A method, I've got it!"
Xiao Fan: (^_^)