"Sigh..."
"Sigh..."
A little while later, came another "sigh."
"Yu Weiheng!"
"Do you have a problem with me, your teacher? I've heard you sighing three times today. Even if it wasn't bad luck to begin with, you've made it bad luck just by sighing so much!"
"Strategist, I'm not sighing because of you... I just think this is so boring. We haven't run into a single decent shrimp soldier or crab general along the way..." Strategist Kang's luck really was some kind of supernatural phenomenon. Aside from the day they'd encountered an enemy supply convoy and won a small advantage in battle, they hadn't earned any more military merit... ahem, I mean, they hadn't run into any more enemies.
They'd sent word to their lord's main force, and the reply said that the main force wasn't under much pressure and didn't need them to come back as reinforcements. They should just adapt to circumstances on their own. Yu Zi couldn't help but complain: Isn't that just telling us to go somewhere cool and sit around?
Without joining up with the main force, and with Strategist Kang left to adapt to circumstances on his own, there were only two possibilities: either they'd have nothing to do, or they'd be facing a desperate fight for survival. Sure enough, for the past few days, they'd come up empty again and again. Forget enemies—even a ghost was nowhere to be seen...
Kang Shi: "..."
He'd been under a lot of pressure these past few days. By day, he had to endure the resentful stares of these young people desperate to earn military merit; at night, even hiding away in his dreams brought him no peace. His words came out with a touch of pique. "Boring? Just you wait. Before long, you'll run into something