Early in the morning, Xu Cihang's voice echoed throughout the entire Sharp Vigor Battalion. "Come here! Come here! Get up, all of you! I'll hit you ten times. If you don't come here, I'll hit you ten times! "
The people who had just entered the battalion did not care about this. They were all prisoners on death row, so they were rebellious and fearless. Hence, they ignored him.
"Nineteen, eight, seven, six, one!"
Xu Cihang's voice rang out. Then, he rushed into every tent and threw them out of the tents one by one. Then, he began to hit them with the military baton.
These people's acupuncture points were sealed. Their backs were hit ten times, and their flesh was torn. They lay on the ground in the martial arts field.
Fan Yang folded his sleeves and watched the scene with a smile. Chu Li also stood by the side and looked at these people. He wanted to find a few good ones who could be trained so that they could be of use during critical moments.
After Xu Cihang hit them ten times, their skin was torn and their acupuncture points were unsealed. However, they could not get up and were moaning on the ground.
"What are you screaming for?!" Xu Cihang's face darkened. He waved the baton and shouted, "You're moaning like a girl. Are you men? How can you behave like this after a few hits? You'll know that it's a piece of cake when you're slashed or stabbed by a spear on the battlefield in the future. Shut up. Whoever screams again will be hit ten more times!"
The moaning stopped immediately. Everyone shut their mouths.
There was only a dull thud in the field. It was the sound of a baton hitting someone's back.
After Xu Cihang hit them one by one, he scoffed with a sullen face. "This is the lightest punishment. Tomorrow, I'll count to five. If you don't come here within the count of five, you'll be hit twenty times. I'd rather you die here than on the battlefield!"
Everyone was shocked.
Chu Li turned around and returned to his tent. Fan Yang smiled and comforted the people. He said that everything was for their own good. Without strict military discipline and adequate training, they would definitely die on the battlefield.
It was better to suffer some pain, get some injuries, and bleed a little here than to die on the battlefield.
After a round of carrot and stick, the twenty prisoners could only bear with it even if they were resentful. They did not want to be hit again.
The next day, Chu Li ordered Fan Yang to erect twenty wooden poles on the martial arts field. Each pole was as tall as a person and as thick as a thigh. Chu Li then ordered everyone to stand on the poles and walk on them.
Everyone had to walk at the same time. As soon as the last person left, the next person would take his place. If one of them walked too slowly or too quickly, they would make a series of mistakes and fall together.
Fan Yang and Xu Cihang stood at the side with whips in their hands. Whoever made a mistake would be whipped and their skin would be torn open.
Chu Li sat in the tent and cultivated.
After his meridians and dantian had been expanded and strengthened, his cultivation had skyrocketed. He needed time to slowly adapt to it. Moreover, he was also observing Yang Ping's thoughts. He knew what he was thinking and was constantly paying attention to the situation of the battlefield.
Yang Ping's move was aimed at Chu Li's weak spot. Without any merit, he would not be able to leave the Sharp Vigor Battalion, he would not be able to leave Soaring Eagle Cavalry, and he would not be able to return to the Holy Church of Light.
Once this battle was over, he wouldn't have a chance to make a contribution.
Moreover, the next opportunity to make a contribution would most likely be against the Ji Dynasty.
He did not have a strong sense of belonging to the Ji Dynasty. After all, he grew up in the Temple of Autumn. He did not like King An or the Emperor. Everything he did was for the High Duke's Public House.
Once the Ji Dynasty was destroyed, the High Duke's Public House would not survive. Moreover, if they succeeded in winning the throne, the Ji Dynasty would not be an outsider.
He did not believe that Yang Ping would be able to suppress him forever. The Qiu Dynasty's cavalry was not to be trifled with. The Li Dynasty had the upper hand now because Cheng Lin and Cheng Sen had set up a big formation to block the Qiu Dynasty's cavalry.
However, the Qiu Dynasty was full of talents and they must have formation masters. Once this formation was broken, the battle would reach its climax. Once all of Soaring Eagle Cavalry was mobilized, the Sharp Vigor Battalion would not be idle.
Therefore, he was not in a hurry. He wanted to train these twenty people first. Once they entered the battlefield, they would be able to perform well. If he wanted to make a big contribution, he would need their help.
With that in mind, he created a formation and asked Xu Cihang and Fan Yang to train them while he sat in the tent to comprehend the Earth Matrix and Reincarnation Scripture.
The last time he comprehended the Earth Matrix and Reincarnation Scripture in Yinyang Cave, his boundary had improved greatly. However, it was too rushed in Yinyang Cave, so he needed to calm down and sort it out slowly. He needed to convert these insights into something that would be branded in his mind.
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The atmosphere in Soaring Eagle Cavalry's military camp suddenly became tense.
Chu Li was already sitting in Yang Ping's tent and saw that the formation outside Falling Autumn City had been broken. The Qiu Dynasty's cavalry was at the foot of the city, planning to attack the city.
The Qiu Dynasty's cavalry was not only powerful in the wild but also in attacking cities. The people in Falling Autumn City were not optimistic. They felt that Falling Autumn City would fall sooner or later if they could not stop the Qiu Dynasty's cavalry.
Zhang Fengping lay on his bed and panted heavily. He was in so much pain that his face was pale.
He was tall and handsome. He was twenty-three years old and was a perfected innate master. He was also a rare master in the martial arts world. Because his sister was killed by the Ma Family's Third Young Master, he was captured and sentenced to death.
He and his sister depended on each other since they were young. Now that she was dead, he had nothing to live for. Not only did he kill the Ma Family's Third Young Master, but he was also prepared to kill the entire Ma Family.
However, the Ma Family was protected by a master. In the end, he was defeated and sent to prison. He was almost executed. Three days before his execution, he was sent to the Sharp Vigor Battalion, which saved his life.
He did not feel happy at all. He only thought about killing a few Qiu Dynasty's cavalry to satisfy his craving in the battlefield and die a quick death.
A young man was lying on the other bed. His name was Huang Hu. He was tall and thin with many pimples on his face. His eyes were bright and full of energy.
Zhang Fengping was whipped three times while Huang Hu was whipped five times. He was in so much pain that he grimaced.
"What kind of training is this!" Huang Hu sighed. "If this goes on, I'll be beaten to a pulp!"
The old injury on his back had not healed yet, but a new one had appeared. It was badly mutilated. He had developed a sleeping posture that he could not change.
Zhang Fengping lay quietly without saying a word.
Huang Hu said, "Elder Zhang, how long do you think we can live?"
"Not more than a year," Zhang Fengping said faintly.
Huang Hu sighed. "Yes, we'll die if we go there. If we can make a contribution before we die, it'll be considered as earning something for our family."
His martial arts had just reached the Innate Stage. He became a prisoner on death row because he robbed the rich to help the poor. He robbed a rich family to help himself.
He learned martial arts and went down the mountain. When he returned home and saw that his family was as poor as a church mouse, he could not help but kill them.
In the end, he underestimated the guards of the family. He was captured after killing two of them and thrown into prison. He was waiting to be chopped in half at the waist, but he was sent here.
"Sigh, it's worse than death. It's better to be executed directly!" Huang Hu shook his head and sighed. "It's too much suffering!"
"It's just a dozen whips and ten sticks!" Zhang Fengping said faintly.
Huang Hu said, "Elder Zhang, I'm afraid of pain the most. I'd rather slit my throat with a knife than suffer like this. I've been walking that stake all day and even in my dreams at night. I'm so tired!"
Zhang Fengping said, "A small arm can't beat a big leg."
"I heard that it's Master Zhao's idea." Huang Hu moved his head closer and lowered his voice. "I heard that Master Zhao has a very powerful background."
"A disciple of the Holy Church of Light," Zhang Fengping said faintly.
Huang Hu inhaled sharply. "The Holy Church of Light!"
"We're using a formation, a military formation." Zhang Fengping said. "It can indeed save our lives."
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