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The chubby man puffed out his chest, a hint of pride on his face, and waved the War King Token in front of Instructor Hall. "What do you think, Instructor Hall?"
Instructor Hall's forehead was beaded with sweat as he tightly gripped the War King Token, his gaze darting between the chubby man and the token, unable to express his shock. He took a deep breath, slowly knelt on one knee, clenched his fist and struck his chest, respectfully saying, "This humble soldier, Hall, pays respects to Young Master!"
"Paying respects to Young Master!" The soldiers behind Instructor Hall also knelt on one knee and shouted in unison. The sound was deafening, echoing throughout the Training Ground.
The chubby man watched this scene with inner satisfaction. He cleared his throat, ready to speak, but suddenly seemed to remember something and turned to Qingyin behind him, asking, "Qingyin, I remember you said before that the soldiers love to hear songs, right?"
Qingyin was slightly taken aback but nodded. "Yes, what's up?"
The chubby man chuckled without explaining. He turned around to face the soldiers and cleared his throat again, loudly declaring, "Brothers, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll sing a song for everyone!"
The soldiers exchanged glances, unsure of what the chubby man was up to.
Ignoring their confusion, he closed his eyes and recalled some vulgar songs from memory. He then slightly modified the lyrics and began to sing.
"A man should die on the battlefield, wrapped in horsehide..." The chubby man started with a crude song but quickly adapted the lyrics into a tribute to the soldiers' bravery and dedication to defending their homeland, cleverly incorporating some basic battle formations into it.
His voice was loud and high-pitched; although he was off-key, the lyrics were filled with power. The surrounding soldiers felt their blood boil with excitement, even Instructor Hall was left dumbfounded.
After finishing the song, the chubby man proudly patted his belly and raised an eyebrow at Instructor Hall.
Instructor Hall looked at him with a complex expression. He hadn't expected this rough song to contain such intricate tactical variations; many techniques were even unfamiliar to him as a seasoned veteran. He blinked hard as if trying to dispel the shock in his mind before clearing his throat and speaking with newfound respect, "Young Master’s song is truly... unique. This humble soldier admires it."
The chubby man waved his hand nonchalantly and said, "Hey, I was just humming casually. I didn't expect everyone to like it so much." As he spoke, he scratched his round belly while secretly glancing at Qingyin to observe her reaction.
Qingyin smiled and nodded at the chubby man, her eyes filled with admiration. She certainly knew that he was pretending to be clueless, but that didn't stop her from feeling proud of his cleverness.
Seeing this, Instructor Hall felt a sense of relief in his heart. It seemed that although this Young Master had a somewhat erratic personality, he was not without talent. He stepped forward respectfully and said, "Young Master, regarding the changes in the formation contained within this song, I wonder..."
The chubby man paused for a moment, looking at Instructor Hall with a confused expression. "Formation changes? What formation changes? Is there such a thing in this song?"
Instructor Hall saw that the chubby man did not seem to be pretending and became even more convinced that he had inadvertently grasped some profound formation techniques. He organized his thoughts and pointed to the neatly arranged soldiers on the Training Ground, saying, "Young Master, please look. The soldiers have unconsciously changed their formation according to some pattern after hearing your song, and this pattern happens to correspond with the rhythmic changes contained in your melody."
Following Instructor Hall's finger, the chubby man noticed that the originally orderly soldiers had now formed a strange formation, faintly exuding an air of menace. His eyes widened in surprise, but he maintained a composed expression and pretended to understand. "Oh? Really? I hadn't noticed."
Instructor Hall felt even more certain of his guess upon seeing the chubby man's reaction. He decided to seize this opportunity to further test the depth of the chubby man's understanding. He pointed to a gap in the formation and said, "Young Master, what do you think should be done about this gap?"
The chubby man looked where Instructor Hall was pointing and saw that the gap was located in the center of the formation, surrounded by soldiers who were forming an enclosing circle around it. He furrowed his brow and carefully observed the changes in the formation, feeling that something was off but unable to pinpoint what it was.
"Young Master, how do you think this gap should be filled?" Instructor Hall fixed his gaze on the chubby man's eyes, his tone carrying a hint of challenge.
After pondering for a moment, the chubby man pointed to a soldier outside the formation and said, "Move him over here."
Instructor Hall was taken aback; although this soldier's position seemed insignificant, it was actually crucial to the entire formation's stability. Moving him would disrupt the balance of the formation—at best causing it to fail and at worst triggering a backlash that could harm the soldiers within. Just as he was about to voice his objections, he saw that the chubby man had already turned to leave, saying as he walked away, "Alright, let's do it this way. I have things to attend to; I'm leaving first."
Watching the chubby man's retreating figure, Instructor Hall opened his mouth but ultimately said nothing, letting out a helpless sigh instead. He turned to his aide beside him and instructed, "As per Young Master's orders, move that soldier into the formation."
The adjutant paused for a moment, hesitating as he said, "Instructor, this..."
"Do as instructed!" Instructor Hall's tone was firm and left no room for doubt.
The adjutant dared not disobey and could only comply with the order.
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