Crack! Crack! Crack!
A hundred incomparably vicious punishment whips came down, and spiritual power was forbidden for defense. Under such circumstances, even a martial artist at the Mystic Palace Realm would be whipped half to death.
First Army Marshal Che Ben and Third Army Marshal Zheng Dangshi did no better after their eighty punishment whips. White bone showed through their backs, and one could nearly see their pink internal organs.
Yet despite such grievous injuries, once their Mystic Palace Realm cultivation began to circulate, supplemented by healing medicine, they would recover completely in four or five days.
Although the punishment had concluded, the matter was not over. Commandery Lieutenant Tang Ao and the two army marshals, whipped half to death, still had to remain at Ye Zhen's side and await his further orders.
Fortunately, once the punishment was over, they could use spiritual power to stop the bleeding and heal their wounds. Otherwise, if they spent another hour here, the three of them would lose their lives.
Taking over the army naturally required a speech, a declaration of sovereignty from Ye Zhen, its new master. But Ye Zhen, who had experience commanding great armies, knew very well that to ordinary soldiers, his speech was basically a breeze blowing into donkey ears.
At most, these soldiers would remember Ye Zhen's face and be careful to serve him when they encountered him in the future. Nothing else would change in the slightest.
As for loyalty and such, whatever orders came down from above was what they would follow.
If he wanted to win over these soldiers' hearts, he had to give them sweet dates—real sweet dates.
"Commander Tang, what are the military salaries of North Sea Commandery's soldiers?" Ye Zhen suddenly asked.
The moment this question emerged, Commandery Lieutenant Tang Ao, already