Nan Luo had heard the report from Xiao Yan. After resting for an entire day, he was more energetic and even a bit restless. After all, he wanted to go to the frontline. If not because of his condition that didn't allow him to exert himself too much, he would have already sprinted head first.
"Nan, you're back!" Nan Luo waved his hand excitedly. He grinned. "I'm already well enough, so tomorrow I'm going to be back to fight."
Nan Hua nodded. "Yes, Young Master."
"Why do you not sound excited?"
"Young Master had to learn how to lead your soldiers well."
Nan Luo was speechless.
Nan Hua then talked to Nan Luo about some things that he had to pay attention to. She had already analyzed his soldiers' movement and could faintly remember some groups, so she gave him some advice about their advantages and weakness.
Hearing those detailed analysis, Nan Luo began to doubt himself. Was Nan Hua truly only lead them for one day and not for the past three months? Why did it sound as if she knew them better than him?
This realization made him extremely troubled.
Nan Luo silently vowed to himself that he would make sure to pay more attention to his soldiers in the future. As the commander himself, how could he not know the weakness of his army?
Being in the army was different from when he was fighting alone.
While he might not be able to pay attention to each of them individually, it was still possible to know their overall performance. For example, whether they reacted fast enough, have decent awareness, and so on.
And it was precisely what Nan Hua was talking about right now.
She also talked about some of their formation that didn't seem to be working so well when they were given order. Their reaction time was a bit slow and need to have more practice so that they could do it faster.
"Is that all?" Nan Luo asked with difficulties.
Nan Hua glanced at Nan Luo. "That's what I can see for today. I don't think that it's possible for them to improve so much tomorrow even after I point out the mistakes."
Nan Luo was silent.
That was true. Even if Nan Hua spent an hour lecturing them, the soldiers under Nan Luo lacked practice in order to maximize their real potential as an army. With him still lacked the experience needed to lead and had a lot of things to learn, Nan Luo didn't train his soldiers as much as other commanders.
This made him a bit embarrassed.
"I'll train them several folds more when we get back," Nan Luo promised.
"Good."
The soldiers suddenly feel chills on their back and couldn't help but look around. They didn't know that they would experience bitter hell training under Nan Luo in the future because of their performance in this battle.
It was to the point that many people said that General Wei was a general who had never lost. Though, if they did dig into his history, they would know that he had suffered some losses in the past.
It was just…
They have been such a long time ago.
Not many people were willing to find out about matters that had passed and buried for so many years. And with General Wei still thriving at the frontline, whoever dared to offend him would definitely suffer.
No one wanted to take this brunt, which was why his fame as undefeated general still spread even at this time.
Nan Luo had heard about General Wei's exploits and naturally admired this general very much. Of course, in Nan Luo's opinion, his grandfather is much much better than General Wei.
But that was not something he would blurt out.
"That's a great news!" Nan Luo was also happy. "I have heard that General Wei can even handle Prime Minister Lei. Now it seems that he can also handle Great General Ji. Does it mean that the most treacherous general among all 6 kingdoms is General Wei?"
Xiao Yan: "…" Young Master, please restrain your mouth a bit.
If other people heard that the young master was discussing other generals so openly like this, it would not end well for him.
At this moment, Xiao Yan really have the urge to use his hand to block Nan Luo's mouth so that he wouldn't speak nonsense.
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