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Feng Shuo had wandered over at some point too. Hearing this, he chuckled and chimed in, "Brother Batu, I don't have many virtues, but I do know my own limits.

"I'm only cut out for padding my record and buttering people up. Fighting when the wind's at our backs and waving flags from the sidelines, sure. But how could I meddle in a tough battle like this? If I botched it, wouldn't I ruin Commandant Cheng's grand plans? As long as I handle the little tasks he gives me and keep the old gentleman happy, I'm perfectly content."

Feng Shuo's words were half true and half false, but they did reveal part of the truth.

He came from wealth and privilege and had read plenty of military treatises, but all of it was warfare on paper. Faced with a real battle, he was actually quite apprehensive.

Xu Zifeng was different. He was a true "Heir Apparent" who had fought his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, victorious in a hundred battles and renowned far and wide. Anyone with eyes could also see that his relationship with "Commandant Cheng" was far from ordinary. Who would dare, or even be able, to steal the leading credit from him?

Even Commandant Zhou Meng was only responsible for supporting from the sidelines and plugging any gaps this time.

Hearing this, Batu could not help giving Feng Shuo another few appraising looks.

Most noble scions his age were proud and ambitious, eager to win honors on horseback. Someone like Feng Shuo, who understood his place so clearly, knew what to pursue and what to relinquish, and even seemed somewhat "disinclined to better himself," appeared unusually steady and rare instead.

"You really do know how to live." Batu smiled and said no