As the great families of the Capital City sent troops one after another, Cui Changfeng had more and more social obligations, traveling back and forth between the city and the main camp every day.
Another two days passed, yet the army remained motionless, showing no sign of setting out.
Chen Ye was not anxious either. He simply cultivated quietly in the main camp while reorganizing the group of servant soldiers under his command.
After days of formation drills, the group finally began to look somewhat presentable.
But Chen Ye soon discovered that compared with the other two batches of slave retainers, the people under him were still somewhat frail, with utterly ordinary physiques.
He did not even dare drill them too harshly.
In the end, it was because their usual food was too poor, leaving their bodies without proper nourishment.
If he truly wanted to train this rabble into real soldiers, the meager provisions and pay they had now were nowhere near enough.
This chance to command troops was a rare opportunity for him. He had to find a way to keep this group firmly in his grasp.
They might be few and lacking, but a single spark could set the prairie ablaze.
The most important thing was to get moving first.
Later, it would be best to nourish their bodies properly and let them cultivate some martial skill. Only then would they be useful.
As he was considering these matters, Su Guang entered carrying a stack of papers and gently set them before Chen Ye.
"The thoughts of the men below have all been collected. Please take a look, Young Master."
Chen Ye took the papers and read through them page by page.
Most of what was written concerned trivial matters of daily life.
The weather was cold and