At night, bonfires built from wood and large stones lit up the area around the densely packed tents.
Near Su Xiao's tent, more than a hundred large pots were filled with water, the boiling water churning inside them.
The soldiers either stood or sat among the tents. They were all ravenously hungry. Dinner still hadn't been served even though night had fallen, and their grand marshal had forbidden them from lighting fires to cook. As for going to the nearby city of Anji to solve the problem, they could forget about that. They had just retreated in defeat from the front lines, and their pockets were much cleaner than their faces. That wasn't a metaphor—it was a fact.
The soldiers all reeked somewhat. It was the smell produced by blood and sweat mixing together and fermenting for several days. If not for the gray souls within their bodies, over 95% of the soldiers would have died from infected wounds by now.
The soldiers stank all over, their stomachs were growling with hunger, and the wounds on their bodies throbbed faintly. This made them increasingly irritable. In less than half an hour, several of them had already gotten into fights. After all, fighting among themselves was a serious crime in the army.
Inside the tent at the center, Su Xiao shook the test tube in his hand. When the solution inside turned dark green, he poured it into a metal barrel half a meter in diameter.
The potion was diluted, changing from dark green to emerald green. It still had to be diluted once more after that.
"Guy, find a few soldiers and have them continue diluting this potion."
"No problem."
Guy coughed lightly and called over several soldiers outside the tent. Guy also understood alchemy, but he was only a