Gently placing the documents on the table, Xu Haifeng's face had a faint smile: "Military strategist, scouts have reported that Bancroft's large army has left Mingdang City and is heading towards our Wulong City."

  Jiang Kongming wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. Although the feather fan in his hand had not stopped, the hot weather seemed to make even the air blown out by the fan feel scorching. At this moment, he deeply missed his previous life and the era he came from.

  Lying comfortably in an air-conditioned room, leisurely sipping on frozen fruit juice, hmm... it's heavenly.

  He closed his eyes and immersed himself in the infinitely beautiful memories of the past.

  "General... General-sama..."

  Jiang Kongming suddenly woke up, only to realize that he had unknowingly drifted off. He smiled slightly, his thick face revealing a harmonious smile, and asked: "What was the master saying?"

  Xu Haifeng gave him a white eye, this Jiang Kongming, did he say he didn't know how to behave? He was so clever and capable, but if you said he was diligent, that would be absolutely impossible. Even when facing himself, he would also make small mistakes, among all his friends and subordinates, it's probably only him.

  Jiang Kongming fixed his eyes on him, extremely envious of Xu Haifeng's ability to remain unaffected by the cold and heat, but he didn't know what kind of luck it was that no matter how hard he tried, Jiang the Great Military Advisor couldn't cultivate even a bit of internal energy.

  Even Taiyi True Person himself couldn't do anything about it, and could only sigh in admiration at his special physique. If they weren't currently relying on him, they might have already captured him to study him thoroughly.

  A sound of footsteps entered his ears, and Xu Haifeng slightly raised his head in surprise towards the hall door.

  Just now, the latest military situation from the front line has arrived. After he and Jiang Koming received the secret report, they immediately ordered the study to be sealed off, and no one was allowed to approach privately. However, this footstep sound actually walked in openly and honestly, and by listening to the voice, Xu Haifeng knew that it was not an outsider, but Lin Changkong, Jiang Koming's personal bodyguard, and he couldn't help but feel deeply surprised.

  Wouldn't the Blood Wine Warrior defy his own orders?

  "My lord, Military Advisor." Lin Changkong walked in, holding a strange and peculiar object in his hands.

  That thing has a round head and a narrow tail, and there is even an obvious big swing arm on its back. The weight is obviously not light, but for Lin Changkong, this weight cannot cause any impact.

  Xu Haifeng's eyes were even more astonished. What was this thing? He had never seen it before, and he hadn't even heard of it.

  Jiang Kung-ming was originally half-dead and half-alive, reclining in his chair. As soon as he saw this thing, he suddenly sprang up like a fire burning his buttocks, took a step forward, pointed at Lin Changkong and asked: "Is it done?"

  Lin Changkong responded with a "yes" and said, "The Military Advisor has instructed that once it's made, it must be sent over immediately, not a moment of delay is allowed, so I hurried here at once."

  When Lin Changkong said that this thing was made by Jiang Koming, Xu Haifeng's eyes gleamed, and he carefully re-examined it without revealing his emotions, but ultimately still gained nothing.

  "That's great, this is much more comfortable." Jiang Kongming burst out laughing and instructed Lin Changkong to put the thing on the edge of the table, telling him to grasp the handle at the back and turn it forcefully.

  Something strange happened, and those few round leaves that were protruding in front actually spun around like flying.

  The air circulation brought a refreshing and cool breeze.

  Xu Haifeng was shocked, as if he had seen the Yellow River flowing backwards, and his astonishment knew no bounds.

  This Jiang Kungming is up to something again, and he's actually managed to come up with something good. Although he doesn't fear the sweltering heat of midsummer, his parents, older brother, and several concubines don't have such abilities; if this thing were given to them, it would truly be practical.

  Jiang Kongming looked at Xu Haifeng with a faint smile, but his expression suddenly tightened. His mind-reading technique was useless against Xu Haifeng, but after being together for so many years, how could he not see through his thoughts at this moment?

  His head shook like a rattle drum, "This thing is settled for the students, otherwise this summer really can't be spent. If Master wants it, please wait a few more days, after the new product from the Research Institute comes out, I'll give it to you."

  With a somewhat regretful glance at this strange thing, Xu Haifeng asked: "Military strategist, what is this again?"

  "Electric fan." Jiang Kongming said bluntly.

  "Electric... fan?"

  The two words "wind fan" are self-explanatory when heard, but what is this thing called electricity, and how does it sound somewhat eerie.

  Jiang Kongming hesitated for a moment, pointing at Lin Changkong who was holding the handle and spinning it rapidly: "Since its power source isn't electricity but human strength, then let's just rename it to Human-Powered Fan."

  "It's true." Xu Haifeng nodded and said: "How long does it take for this human-powered fan to be manufactured?"

  "It's very long, even in the Research Institute, where half of Su's skilled craftsmen are concentrated, it would take three days to complete."

  "Three days? That's not long at all..." It turned out that this thing wasn't difficult to make after all. He nodded and said, "If this manual fan can be mass-produced, the profit will definitely be huge."

  Having been with Jiang Gongming for so long, I've learned some of his catchphrases.

  "It's impossible." Jiang Kongming said firmly.

  "Why?"

  "My lord... Although the structure of this thing is simple, the most important parts, such as the blades and gears, are extremely difficult to manufacture. There can't be even a slight mistake in their creation. It's unlikely that there are many people in the entire Han Dynasty who possess such craftsmanship. Moreover, the selection of raw materials requires them to be durable and long-lasting. Only then can they be used for an extended period; otherwise, they will break after just a few uses. Jiang Gongming said calmly: 'If you want to mass-produce, unless...'"

  It seemed like he didn't want to continue, but instead piqued Xu Haifeng's interest, who asked: "Unless what?"

  "Unless we can use a lathe to produce standardized products, there's no need to consider it."

  Xu Haifeng helplessly sighed. This Jiang Kongming was again talking about some terms that no one could understand. Once he encountered this kind of situation, his head would swell like a bucket.

  It's strange to say, but the things he's not interested in, those old masters in the research institute are listening with gusto, and they can't wait to guard Jiang Kongming's side every day, listening to his nonsense.

  It's really like being separated by mountains, and it's hard for this Zhuge Liang to know so much.

  Jiang Dajun was blowing the human-powered fan when he suddenly exclaimed "Ah!" as if he had thought of something, and hastily summoned his guards to give them some orders.

  After a while, the guard quickly brought over a bag of oranges. Jiang Kongming squeezed out the juice from one of them and wiped his face, saying: "Master, you have already reached the realm of a grandmaster, your internal strength is also being used with great ease, isn't it?"

  There was a faint sense of foreboding in his heart, and every time Jiang Kungming spoke to him in such a low and humble tone, he knew that there must be something he wanted from him. The only question was what kind of scheme he was cooking up this time.

  "If there's something on your mind, just say it. Don't be so wishy-washy like a woman." Xu Haifeng said in a low voice.

  "Haha…… Only my master knows me." Jiang Gongming applauded and praised, "I've long heard that in the martial arts world, there's a technique that can make people emit a stern and cold aura. Even on a scorching summer day, it can condense water into ice, making one feel the chill of winter. I wonder if such a thing exists?"

  Nodding slowly, Xu Haifeng said: "There is indeed such a thing, and there's more than one way to achieve it."

  Jiang Gongming was overjoyed and said: "Then can our lord really do it?"

  Xu Haifeng smiled proudly and said: "Freezing water into ice is just a minor skill, how could Xu certain feel embarrassed?"

  "Excellent......" Jiang Kongming was overjoyed, he hastily handed the cup filled with tangerine juice to Xu Haifeng.

  Just looking at his fawning smile, Xu Haifeng couldn't help but shiver involuntarily. He was not used to Jiang Dajun's sudden display of such behavior.

  Xu Haifeng took over the cup and, without waiting for Jiang Kongming's urging, he voluntarily started to use his internal energy.

  Nor did he see any movement, the liquid in the cup had undergone some changes. First, a white mist rose slowly from the cup, and then the flowing liquid seemed to be bound by something, condensing layer by layer.

  Jiang Kongming watched the strange changes in front of him, and his heart was filled with wonder. The potential of human beings is truly limitless... If everyone had such skills, then refrigerators would not be necessary.

  After a moment, Xu Haifeng withdrew his power and said, "General, I have not failed in my mission."

  Jiang Kongming was overjoyed and snatched the cup from his hand, lightly touching it with his fingers, feeling a cold and piercing sensation, and suddenly smiled with joy.

  He took out the dagger from his waist and pried open the ice cubes in the teacup, dividing them into small pieces.

  He picked up a piece and threw it into his mouth, chewing vigorously.

  The teeth touched the ice cube and made a strange "crunching" sound.

  "Master, won't you come over?" Jiang Gongming invited with no sincerity.

  "It's all right," Xǔ Hǎifēng replied calmly.

  Jiang Kongming felt invigorated after drinking the blood wine, but in this sweltering weather, he suddenly craved a popsicle. As soon as it touched his tongue, a wave of icy cold air rushed straight to his internal organs, making him feel refreshed yet uncomfortable at the same time. He couldn't help but shiver deeply.

  However, he didn't care about all that and ate one after another, as if it were a long-awaited refreshing rain.

  Jiang Kongming closed his eyes, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, standing peacefully in front of the manual fan, feeling the cool breeze, as if he had fallen asleep in a dreamlike state...

  The pleasure of lying in an air-conditioned room and drinking iced fruit juice is no longer available, but the treatment he receives today, although vastly different, is enough to bring back memories of his past.

  After a rest, Jiang Kung-ming asked: "Sir, you said that Bancroft's legion moved?"

  It wasn't until now that he started inquiring about the person from Xu Haifeng, which shows that in his heart, this person was absolutely someone he looked down upon, and he had never taken him seriously.

  Xu Haifeng smiled slightly and was about to explain when another flurry of footsteps hurriedly approached.

  The door opened and Andrew handed a sealed letter to the two of them.