The changes on the battlefield once again drew Qin Shaofeng's gaze.
Whether the natives won or lost—or rather, how long they could hold out—would determine far too many things.
He would not concern himself with too many matters, but neither would he remain completely indifferent.
After observing for a short while,
he quickly withdrew his gaze.
It was not because those who had volunteered possessed any great ability.
Rather, that burly man truly had the makings of a commander. Even though this was his first time attempting such a thing, he handled it without the slightest flaw.
In Qin Shaofeng's view, only the words "heaven-gifted talent" could describe him.
A person's abilities could be taught, but their breadth of vision and talent could not.
With sufficient awareness of the larger picture,
he believed that, so long as the burly man continued, he would soon bring about a complete transformation among the natives.
The burly man had said he would merely watch over things for half an hour.
In reality, more than an hour passed before he was finally able to retreat and rest.
Even so, he only found himself a corner of the city wall.
It was not that he did not want to rest in a comfortable room.
The truth was that among the second batch of people who ascended the wall, there was not a single person capable of controlling the overall situation.
Even the young man he eventually appointed possessed only the most basic command ability.
Should any sudden situation truly arise, he would have no way to resolve it.
Qin Shaofeng did not have much impression of any of those natives.
Yet he heard quite a few people from the Three Continents discussing that young man.
It seemed that the young man was the Crown Prince