Shen Tang had an apparently ordinary virtue that was easy for a leader to lose: she knew herself, and understood her strengths and weaknesses. She would never casually order a professional to do a job outside their expertise. The professionals should handle the professional work.
She had never fought a siege.
She wasn't familiar with deploying the three armies or arranging battle formations.
Put simply, she was a giant in a one-on-one fight and a runt in a team battle, her weakness as obvious as a louse on Baldy's head. So she simply handed command to the experienced old general, leaving Gu Chi and Jiang Sheng to support him with their Word Spirits.
As for her...
Gu Chi didn't even need to look at Shen Tang's face. Just listening to her thoughts was enough to picture her gazing at him with those almond-shaped eyes, a silent plea stirring in their depths. He waved her off, signaling that she could take Xun Zhen and go. Given their lord's formidable strength, no one under Qiu Cheng's command could threaten her life. Letting her loose would also give her an outlet for her excess energy. And why Xun Zhen? Naturally, because the man was so expensive to keep around.
Shen Tang's fighting prowess was overwhelming, so she needed little support. And Xun Zhen's modest reserves of literary energy were enough to look after her alone, unless he resorted to his money-burning methods. If he had to support the entire army with Word Spirits, he'd unleash one ultimate move after another... No amount of money would be enough to fund that spendthrift.
"Attack!"
The army below the city roared in unison.
The high, impassioned war drums shattered the clouds.
The morale they had been building for so long condensed into clouds.
It hung over