The Blessed (Book 5)

1403 - 1418

1403. Change of the Small Bun (2)
Translator: Guy Gone Bad

After the family had a warm breakfast, Zeng Shaorong and others returned to report the casualties and the situation in Linjiang City.

During their raid last night, most of the enemy troops were killed or injured. When they went ashore, many people abandoned the city and fled. The civilians were still the victims left behind. At present, Sikong Cheng and his wife had gone to Linjiang City to be in charge of everything. With their reassurance, the physically and mentally injured civilians should recover soon. As for their own side, with explosive packs opening the way, they directly bombard the enemies and caught them off guard. Their casualties were less than 10,000, which was even better than expected. After the front soldiers cleaned up the battlefield, the main force could cross the river by tomorrow at the latest.

"Small bun, did you watch your father and his men fight carefully last night?"

After seeing off the generals, everyone had something to do, but Ling Jingxuan left the small bun stay.

"Hmm. What dad is trying to tell me is that a war doesn't necessarily rely on passion and brute force only, right? The key is to fight as efficiently as possible, and to achieve the greatest victory with the least sacrifice."

The Yan family's unique peach blossom eyes looked at him without blinking, and the small bun became more mature. From his eyes, it was not difficult to see the wisdom and experience that had been accumulated after the bloody lesson. He would be eleven years old next month, and he was becoming more and more like a young general.

"Hehe... it's good that you understand. Small bun, don't forget that you will be the successor of your father in the future. You can't be impulsive or act on impulse on the battlefield. I don't mind how you act in daily life, and even wish you are dandier and more barbaric, so that you won't be bullied. But not on the battlefield. On the battlefield, your shoulders are not carrying your own head only. You must be responsible for the lives of your soldiers. This incident is the biggest lesson for you. Remember not to make the same mistake again in the future."

Walking over and patting him on the shoulder, Ling Jingxuan said earnestly. Instead of saying he was worried about the loss of half of the Young Eagle Team, he was more worried about the small bun. Don't blame him for being selfish. He had always been like this. If he had to worry about every soldier, he wouldn't have to do anything else but just worry about them all day.

"Hmm."

Standing up to face him, the small bun who was almost as tall as him had a determined face. The clearer his dad spoke, the more he understood his love for him.

"Alright, go out and train intensively with your Young Eagle team. Sanmao's arm has healed. You can let him join the team. As long as there are people in this world, war will never end. I hope your team can one day be like Shengrui's personal bodyguards, each one a soaring eagle!"

"Hmm!"

After clasping his hands together in a gesture of respect, the small bun turned around and strode away. Ling Yun, who had been serving beside him, stepped forward and looked at the door with only the curtain swinging. "Master, it seems that Lord Wu has fully recovered."

When Lord Wu came back the day before yesterday, he seemed to be wrapped in a black aura. Now that kind of aura had dissipated like the morning mist, disappearing. Is that what the master and His Highness are aiming for? Although their method is indeed quite intimidating.

"If he can't recover now, he's not my son."

Throwing a faint glance at his son, Ling Jingxuan turned back. The army continued marching forward. According to the information Yan Yi got, Qi Liancheng had returned to Shengjing City. Now they had seized half of his kingdom. He might hate them even more. Maybe he would not need to go to Shengjing City, he might lead the army himself. He had to consider all possibilities. If he led the army himself, the morale of the soldiers would undoubtedly reach its peak. Then it would be a real tough battle.