Chapter 104: Equipping Weapons

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Thrust! Thrust! Thrust!

Every female soldier clenched her teeth and thrust with all her might.

With every forward thrust, she felt something pressing down in her chest.

Zhao Chi felt it too.

"Everyone shout it out. Every time you thrust, shout once!"

"Shout what?" Tang Ruan asked.

"Kill!" Zhao Chi answered.

Gu Qing said, "Good, everyone shout it out loud. Kill!"

"Kill!"

Zhao Chi nodded at Gu Qing.

Gu Qing continued leading the female soldiers in their training.

"Everyone ready, thrust!"

"Kill!!"

The voices rang out loud and clear.

The female soldiers shouted out loud with the breath they had been holding in their chests.

With that shout, the momentum was completely different.

It really felt like standing on a battlefield, facing an enemy about to engage.

"Thrust!"

"Kill!!"

"Thrust!" ×1000

"Kill!!" ×1000

Throughout the entire morning, over a thousand thrusts were performed.

Zhao Chi saw that his own and the female soldiers' experience was slowly increasing.

Finally, when the morning training ended, all the level 0 female soldiers had leveled up to level 1.

The female soldiers who had leveled up before also gained a small portion more experience.

By tomorrow's training, they would surely reach level 2.

Everyone ate their lunch with great appetite, especially these female soldiers.

Mainly because they were exhausted.

Even though they had only practiced one movement, their stamina was still greatly drained.

Zhao Chi held a bamboo cup and ate roasted meat.

The roasted meat in his hand kept trembling, trembling, trembling.

The salt on it was about to shake off.

Looking at the female soldiers beside him, they were all the same.

All their right hands trembled uncontrollably, but much better than Zhao Chi.

Gu Qing came over with a grin: "My lord, is your arm all right?"

"Of course it's fine." Zhao Chi's arm was still trembling.

A drop of oil trembled onto Gu Qing's chest.

Gu Qing wiped it off softly with her index finger and licked it clean in her mouth.

"Stop trying to be tough. Here."

Gu Qing held a meat skewer up to Zhao Chi's mouth.

"No need, everyone's equally tired. I have no problem on my own."

Zhao Chi raised his hand, and the bamboo skewer stabbed into his own face.

Zhao Chi: "..."

Gu Qing: "... Open your mouth."

Zhao Chi obediently opened his mouth.

Gu Qing had also practiced over a thousand times that morning, but she had not reached her fatigue point, so her right hand was still very steady.