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Chapter 293 The Little Nun 21

This time, the training will no longer involve training 300 people, but will include the other 700 people as well.

If the two groups don't develop a tacit understanding, they will be cut in two on the battlefield. Ling Yi would never make such a foolish mistake.

After the personnel were rearranged and orders were given to re-elect officers based on the training results in half a month, these people began their life of hardship.

The two groups, who were still holding a grudge because of what had just happened, only needed a day of practice before their hostility disappeared.

This was the first time Xue Zhen's personal guards had experienced Ling Yi's torment, and every one of them had a look of utter despair on their faces. If they hadn't been physically strong, they wouldn't have been able to endure this day of hellish training.

Looking at them like this, the bandits couldn't help but recall their past, their faces filled with both sighs and admiration.

Of the seven hundred or so people, not a single one broke down because of the King's training. That's an amazing thing!

Don't be fooled by the fact that none of the three hundred of them cried; they had quite a few breakdowns when they first started training.

In fact, the team originally had more than 300 people; the majority were those who were eliminated or who couldn't endure the hardship and ran away.

Of course, in the boss's words, if someone commits theft and doesn't even think about atoning for it, then there's no point in them living. Those people are either in the bellies of wild beasts or have become fertilizer for trees; there's no way they'd be alive now.

As for whether they will feel any sympathy...

Ah, now that they have enough to eat at every meal, how could they possibly think about those unimportant people?

Ling Yi spent the whole day training these people. The training ground was not far from the military camp gate, and she could easily see people coming and going from her position.

She didn't see Xue Zhen all day.

This guy didn't desert, did he? The rebel leader deserted? What a hellish joke!

Ling Yi was filled with unease and approached Master Xu, who was still there: "Master, do you know where the general went?"

Master Xu was taken aback for a moment, then said, "Where the general goes is none of my business."

Master Xu was a scholar who, although he could not rise from humble beginnings to high office, was still a traditional scholar-official.

He was loyal to the Lord and had his own ideals, but at the same time he also had trust and respect for the Lord. He would never pry into the Lord's private life unless it involved important matters.

This is a very good quality, but at this time...

Ling Yi cleared her throat: "I was just worried that the general might do something rash."

How could a general be so fragile?

Master Xu chuckled and waved his hand, "No need to worry, General, you are very powerful, there is no need for us to be concerned!"

Xue Zhen was a true hero in his heart, how could he possibly be so short of breath?

Ling Yi couldn't explain it to an old man, so she simply said, "Just tell me where the general usually goes!"

"You know this... Hey, put it down!"

Seeing Ling Yi take his account book and place it under the candlelight, he quickly stepped forward to snatch it.

"Speak, or I'll burn it!" Ling Yi said coldly and ruthlessly.

"The labor camp—that's where the general goes when he's in a bad mood!" Master Xu exclaimed in anguish, "What's wrong with you? Do you know how hard I work to get all this done?"

How could there be such a heartless woman in this world? She's infuriating!

"Thanks!" Ling Yi tossed the account book into Master Xu's arms and strode away, throwing out a parting remark: "I'll help you settle the accounts when I get back!"

Master Xu, holding the account book, sneered: "Accounting? All of you rebels combined probably don't even know a single Three Character Classic, and you're helping this old man with accounts?"

"I bother!"

Ling Yi rode the fifth horse to find the general who was whimpering at the labor camp. In the darkness, the red warhorse sped forward like a bolt of lightning. When it encountered an oncoming warhorse, it braked suddenly, raised its front hooves high, and neighed in dissatisfaction.

Ling Yi patted the unhappy fifth brother reassuringly and looked at Xue Zhen: "What a coincidence."

Xue Zhen, his face tense, glanced at her coldly and sneered, "Skilled?"

He didn't believe that word; this guy was definitely here to find him!

"Of course it's a coincidence. I was just about to go see my master when I ran into the general returning. What else could it be but fate?"

Ling Yi turned her horse around and followed behind Xue Zhen: "It is fate that we met. Since it is such a coincidence, I will travel with the general for a while."

Xue Zhen was so angry at her shameless words that he laughed, but when he thought about his loss of composure in front of her that morning and his embarrassing thoughts after she saw through him, he couldn't laugh anymore.

With a stern face, he said coldly, "Go do your own thing. This general doesn't want to travel with you."

“Then we’ll go our separate ways. But I need to go back to camp, and the general can’t stop me!” Ling Yi said with a smile, “There’s never been a case in the world where a general wouldn’t let his subordinates return to camp.”

Xue Zhen gripped the reins tightly, regretting that he was riding an ordinary warhorse and couldn't outrun Ling Yi at all; otherwise, he would have already run away.

The two horses trotted along slowly, and no one around him tried to probe his thoughts anymore, which calmed Xue Zhen down a little.

But it was this calm that reminded him of his conversation with Zhao Zhuang that afternoon.

At that time, he was so angry with Ling Yi that he fled the camp and rode his horse all the way. When he calmed down, he realized that he had subconsciously come to the labor camp again.

Whenever he saw people who were barely surviving, he would feel incredibly calm, and this time was no exception.

After watching those people work for an unknown amount of time, he finally found Zhao Zhuang.

The man who was once illiterate has become a cultured person with some literacy skills under the torment of the mission.

Although the words written on the paper are still crooked and messy, at least they are legible.

As he picked up the papers, caressing the very lifeblood that people depended on for survival, Ling Yi's words echoed in his mind: "Xue Zhen, you are a coward."

As a result, some words were spoken without my noticing.

"What will you do if I die one day?"

The new king will surely treat them well for the sake of his reputation, and he will also provide them with a good life for the sake of the stability of the surrendered troops.

"You'll die, won't you?" Zhao Zhuang, who was busy, didn't expect his boss to ask such a question. He was stunned for a long time before answering.

Xue Zhen remained silent for a long time before asking, "Why?"

How far have they come to the brink of death?

Life has become so much better, and the days when the brothers used to look forward to eating meat to their hearts' content have finally arrived.

Zhao Zhuang was so busy he was dizzy, but he still had to deal with his boss who suddenly had the leisure to chat with him: "There's no need for that. I'm your subordinate. How can I live if you die?"

He flipped through the papers and said casually, "Boss, when you pulled me out of the pile of dead bodies, my life was yours."

“It’s not just me who thinks this way, my brothers do too.”

“We’re all willing to die for you.” Zhao Zhuang wrote another crooked stroke of his pen as he said, “If you’re dead, what’s the point of us living? We’re definitely going to avenge you.”

"Killing one is a loss, killing two is a huge profit, if they all die, forget about it!"