That mischievous girl had thought of
another way to torment them.
Still, though she felt sorry for these people, the training had to be done.
Ever since the three cities withdrew, Juanjuan, as the strongest representative of the three cities, had become one of the military district's administrators, and
Juanjuan was also
in charge of this training.
"Mm."
Ning Jing prayed for the soldiers in her heart, but the training still had to go on. They were divided into squads, given their assignments, and then each
squad got started. The ones directly overseeing them
naturally weren't Ning Jing or Juanjuan, but Li Xie and Liu Yuetong.
The two of them were mainly responsible for this sort of thing.
Juanjuan would occasionally walk into the training formation and spot someone whose movements were sloppy or who was slacking off. She would
immediately fly into a rage, then hang
that person on the wall and order someone to tickle the soles of his feet. They wouldn't stop until he begged for mercy.
Juanjuan got to vent her frustration, too. At least this way, she wouldn't hit anyone, which was a good thing.
By the time the training session was over, the dozen or so soldiers hanging on the wall were already laughing so hard they could barely catch their breath. Juanjuan didn't pay them any mind,
just turned around and left
the training ground with Ning Jing.
As they walked, the soldiers in the military district saluted whenever they saw the two of them and said, "Hello, Chief," before going back to whatever they had been doing.
"Aunt Jing, lately, Scarface..."
"Mm, he..."
Ning Jing thought for a moment. That man hardly ever came home now. Ever since the three cities' withdrawal five years ago,
he had left their group. But
he