When the soldiers stand leaning on their spears, they are faint from want of food.
The Art of War is self-explanatory
Now a soldier's spirit is keenest in the morning; by noonday it has begun to flag; and in the evening, his mind is only on returning to camp.
The skillful leader subdues the enemy's troops without any fighting.
Like the sun and moon, they end but to begin anew; like the four seasons, they pass away to return once more.
In making tactical dispositions, the highest pitch you can attain is to conceal them.