Only after Bai Yuxia had sailed far away did Jiang Wang suddenly realize that, as the "lord," since he was sending a retainer off alone to enjoy himself on Huai Island, he ought to have given him a few Origin Stones for spending money.
But on second thought, the few Origin Stones he had should be saved for someone who needed them more.
Compared to Bai Yuxia, born into wealth and never short of money, it was obvious at a glance who that person more in need was.
Thus, with a clear conscience, he waved a hand and headed for the encampment with his personal guards.
Commander Qi had assigned five thousand soldiers under Jiang Wang's command. Not one of them was an elite Summer Corpse soldier, and she had made it clear that she was only letting Jiang Wang practice for now. Whether he could lead them onto the battlefield and stand on his own would depend on his performance.
Training troops was truly a profound field of study, not something that could be summed up simply as rewarding merit and punishing faults.
There was no need to hide it: given Jiang Wang's background, he had never had the chance to encounter this kind of knowledge before. Later, when he did have the opportunity and the means, he did not have enough time.
After all, one could not split oneself in two. He already found his cultivation time insufficient; it was impossible to attend to everything.
In troop training, military formations were the paramount priority.
Flying Horn, Wild Goose Flight, Cloud Dragon, Arrowhead, Hooked Moon...
Every military formation required repeated training, engraving all its variations into instinct, before it could possibly be employed on the battlefield.
Naturally, the Qi Army's basic formations were standardized and regularly refined and upgraded.