Chapter 98

Tang Ruan watched them obediently as they finished drinking, then took the cup back and put it away.

Soon, the rest period was over.

Zhao Chi and the female soldiers continued training.

Again, hundreds and thousands of thrusts.

Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust!

Thrusting until dusk, thrusting into the night.

All the female soldiers' arms were sore and weak, unable to muster any strength.

Gu Qing and Tang Ruan's arms finally felt exhaustion too.

Zhao Chi was nearly collapsing.

But he still kept at it.

One could say that in the two years since transmigrating, he had been persevering like this all along.

At first, his heart was filled with immense fear.

Then came utter bewilderment.

After that, it was longing for his parents.

After pulling himself together again, he began cramming all the knowledge of this world.

Neglecting sleep and food, studying day after day after day.

Until now, he had finally adapted to this place.

The night had grown deep.

Tonight Zhao Chi slept alone.

After the barracks were built, there were ten extra rooms.

Besides the female soldiers, the female craftsmen had all moved into the barracks to sleep as well.

Without the chattering women around, the lord's house immediately became very quiet and deserted.

Zhao Chi even found himself missing last night a little.

Only Gu Qing remained here.

But she wasn't staying to sleep—she was giving Zhao Chi a massage.

Zhao Chi refused again and again.

"Alright, that's enough, you don't need to keep massaging. You've had a hard day too, so go rest early as well."

Gu Qing hadn't had it easy today either.

She had been leading the female soldiers in training the whole time.

Standing at the front, she naturally had to work even harder.

Every movement she strove to make standard, wanting to serve as a model.

If she hadn't had 8 points in constitution and 7 points in strength, she probably wouldn't have held on long ago.

But Gu Qing didn't stop her hands.

She kept up the massage cycle—firm, gentle, firm, gentle.

Her hands were kneading Zhao Chi hard, yet her voice asked gently: "My lord, why must you push yourself so hard? Everyone knows your body is only that of an ordinary human, far inferior to the people of Taoyuan. You could easily rest more."

Zhao Chi said: "More practice is naturally for the sake of improvement. Ouch—gentler, that hurts, hurts, hurts."

Gu Qing eased the force in her hands.

She gently stroked Zhao Chi's arm.

"My lord, could it be because we're all women? Are you a bit of a male chauvinist? You don't want to show weakness in front of women?"

Zhao Chi said: "Maybe just a little. Mainly it's still for practice. We don't know how powerful our future enemies will be; while we have the time now, improving more is a good thing."

Gu Qing nodded: "I understand. I will also do my utmost to improve myself."

"Ouch—hurts, hurts, hurts, stop, don't massage anymore. You go rest too."