Attacking the Stockade

Several days later.

Black Dragon Mountain.

"My lord... there's a band of thieves on this mountain called the Black Wind Bandits. They're the slyest lot!"

Zhan Da carried a cleaver as he hacked a path through the undergrowth. "We played hide-and-seek with them for ages before finally finding their stronghold and sealing off the main routes..."

His eyes were lively, and he spoke with far more order than the guards beside him. Aside from being a little too blunt-tempered, he was almost no different from a normal person.

The grim killing aura and mechanical stiffness about him could also be seen as a soldier's temperament and common failing.

Seeing this, Aaron was fairly satisfied.

'These Six Jia Divine Soldiers have finally upgraded an elite unit...'

The upgrade itself was not complicated. He had merely followed the principles of beast-taming, using the spirituality of the 'Tower' to enlighten Wisdom.

But people were not animals. Aaron had spent a long time fumbling his way through before finding a method.

And the cost was rather steep.

'There's no way to make this widespread. At most, I can enlighten a few elite units... But honestly, they can only command hundreds or thousands. Wanting them to lead tens or hundreds of thousands and plan and deploy for some grand war? Keep dreaming!'

Aaron had to admit that the seed of a general and natural talent truly existed. Especially those military geniuses—ordinary people simply could not learn their keen nose for war or their grasp of the right moment.

'Looks like... in the future, I'll still need to recruit some people to serve as regional commanders, perhaps even commanders-in-chief of the entire army?'

'As long as my people form the backbone, I'll never have to fear mutiny or betrayal...'

Aaron merely imagined a future scene where