Open up!!!
"When were they going to start fighting?"
"How much longer until they started fighting?"
"Just how long did we have to wait..."
Shen Le grumbled under his breath as he went through the motions of gathering herbs, drying medicinal ingredients, washing gauze, and drying the gauze.
He had already been here for a week!
If he had been back on the mountain, the Porcelain Tower could have fired an entire kiln by now!
Crouching here, he had nothing good to eat—the rations of the lowest-ranking soldiers: no meat, only millet, and it was so coarse it scraped his teeth;
Nothing good to sleep on either—a crude shack, with bugs crawling all over the ground, while the soldiers made a racket three times a day—and sometimes even shouted through the night.
Even when they were quiet, Shen Le still had to carry a lantern around in the middle of the night to check on the wounded. Who had developed a fever? Who had fallen out of bed? Whose wound had split open and needed fresh dressing...
When was Li Shimin finally going to charge into battle?!
"I told you not to rush over here, but you insisted." Lou Yun stood shoulder to shoulder with him, bending down to spread out handfuls of dandelion, field thistle, purslane, and other herbs, turning them over one by one.
"Just wait. Take it slow. In a battle this big, armies could face off for three to five months, half a year, even a full year. Who knew when they would actually fight? Maybe..."
He swallowed the rest—Maybe they'll lose and retreat for no apparent reason, and we won't see a thing. After spending years running around battlefields, he was practically half a general himself. He had seen every kind of baffling battle imaginable.