When Russo stepped out of his room the next day, he saw a long row of Space Bags on the ground, along with a note Chen Cheng had left behind.
"Inside are one million dan of grain, three million jin of processed Magic Beast meat, and over three thousand Magic Beast crystal cores. This is the small amount of support I can offer you.
The bag marked in red at the end contains the last trump card I have left for you. Do not open it unless you are at the end of your rope.
If you truly encounter a moment of utmost peril, simply throw out the bag. The trump card inside will activate on its own."
After reading the note, Russo looked toward the final Space Bag. Sure enough, it bore a red mark.
Chen Cheng had even specially reinforced its opening, so even someone deliberately trying to open it would have to spend considerable effort.
Russo put away the Space Bags. As the saying went, with grain in hand, the heart did not panic.
Though he had been brimming with fighting spirit before everyone yesterday, he had long been so anxious over feeding more than a hundred people that he was practically jumping in place.
Now that he had sufficient food, all the common people suffering beneath war, oppression, and enslavement became the people he could develop. He believed that one day, just as Chen Cheng's white paper had written, a spark could set the prairie ablaze.
Over the following days, Russo led his men in attacks across the region, specifically targeting the small detachments of guards sent by the territorial noble lords into the countryside to plunder.
Russo himself was not weak, and he had brought firearms with him when he left. With a little training,