The strange "war chariot" left deep tracks all over the training ground.
If anyone had looked down from above, they would have seen that the tracks formed the shape of a "butt" pierced by arrows. Shen Tang also had the "war chariot" dig hole after hole in the training ground. Once she was done, she filled them back in and packed down the soil.
Dig a hole, fill it in, dig again, fill it in...
The soldiers with nothing to do gathered around to watch.
Before long, they were completely engrossed. This "war chariot" seemed to have a special charm; the longer they watched, the more they liked it, until they were itching to try it themselves. When they finally came to their senses and looked around, good heavens—their familiar comrades had all come running over.
The crowd of onlookers grew too large, and eventually someone came to drive them away.
Their superior stormed over. "You lot have nothing better to do? If you're that idle, circle the training ground and drill two more rounds!"
The soldiers' faces turned more bitter than gourds.
Before long, loud, spirited chants rang out across the training ground once more.
Shen Tang had had her fill for the time being, too, and climbed down from the excavator.
She didn't know the inner workings of Bei Jiu's "excavator," but based on how it had operated just now, its functions were more or less the same as those of an excavator she knew. Shen Tang beckoned Bei Jiu over. Bei Jiu, who had been standing off to one side, approached awkwardly and bowed. "My lord."
Shen Tang raised her hand and conjured the Kind Mother Sword.
She tapped the outer shell of the "excavator."
She hadn't infused the Kind Mother Sword with literary or martial energy,