Bab 305: Chapter One Hundred and Sixty: Luring the Enemy and Inviting Battle

More than half of May had passed, and the moist east wind blew in from the distant Great Lake, warming the fertile lands beside the Lerma River. A gentle drizzle fell from the gloomy sky, soaking the fields where corn seeds had been sown. This was the season for the farmers to till the land, as the spring breeze brought warmth and the light rain was like oil, filling the eye with shades of burgeoning green vitality.

Among the fields on the south bank of the river, a corn seedling had already sprouted a fine tip. An inch of new sprout parted its delicate leaves, raising its slender stem and stretching toward the hopeful sky.