"...Word Spirit really is amazing..."
Although he was among the finest Literary Scholars and was used to all kinds of Word Spirit techniques, those techniques mostly served on the battlefield, born of schemes both overt and covert. Yet when Jiang Sheng saw a group of soldiers descend into the fields to harvest the waves of wheat, he still found it amazing.
"Thank you for your help, sir."
Lin Feng bowed to him in thanks.
Jiang Sheng waved a hand. "It's simply my duty."
Looking at Lin Feng's weary, pale face, he couldn't help thinking of his own child. His voice softened considerably as he urged her gently, "It's still early. Lingde, why don't you go get some rest? I'll keep an eye on things here. Nothing will go wrong."
Last time, Shen Tang had taken some of the Ten Crows' tribal granary, giving the soldiers under her command a hearty meal.
But the remaining provisions, together with what they'd brought at the start, would only last them half a month. For a while, morale had wavered.
To steady the troops and give everyone a visible "reserve" for a protracted war, Lin Feng—their walking supply granary—naturally had to be put to use. But Lin Feng hadn't fully come into her own yet, so veterans like Jiang Sheng and Gu Chi were needed to keep things on track.
Jiang Sheng's Literary Palace had reached full maturity, making him more useful than Gu Chi.
He, Gu Chi, and Shen Tang took turns by the day.
Lin Feng shook her head and declined. "Yesterday, I promised a few soldiers I'm close with that I'd teach them to recognize some characters."
Life in the military camp was dull and monotonous.
Apart from marching off to war, the rest of the time followed the same routine: