You put me in charge of the prison and turned all the female prisoners into female military goddesse

Do you even know what a sneak attack is?

Lu Jing peeked at Jiang Duyue through his fingers.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the three scouts released Wen Hexiang and the firewood by the pot, rushing towards the door in unison, kicking up the mud on the ground with their boots, and drawing their three swords at the same time.

Jiang Duyue made the first move, and a pebble flew out, hitting the scout on the left squarely in the temple. The man fell to the side before he even reached the door, and the knife slipped from his hand and fell onto the edge of the well.

Lu Jing's arrow followed closely behind, whoosh, and the middle one was hit in the shoulder, stumbled forward two steps, and knelt on the ground, his knife stuck in the mud to support him.

The one on the right was left. He reacted the fastest. When he saw something was wrong, he slammed on the brakes and retreated. He took out a horn from his pocket with his right hand and put it to his lips to blow it.

Lu Jing nocked his second arrow, but the angle was blocked by the door frame, preventing it from being fired.

A hand reached out from behind, pinching a handful of dry soil between the thumb and forefinger. With a flick of the wrist, it tossed the soil into the mouth of the horn, choking the man and causing him to bend over. The horn fell to the ground.

Nirumedo had already rushed over, her steps small but fast. She closed the distance in two steps and punched the man in the face. The second, third, and fourth punches were so fast that they left afterimages. The female prisoners turned their faces away, not daring to look. Lu Jing, who was standing closest, could hear the dull thuds of fists hitting faces, one after another.

He walked over and grabbed Nyurumedo by the back of her collar, pulling her backward.

The person on the ground was no longer moving. Half of his nose bridge had collapsed, his face was tilted to the side, and he had lost several teeth. Lu Jing squatted down to check his pulse.

Gone.

"Alright, he's dead."

Nerumedo looked down at her fist, shook the blood off her hand, her expression remained unchanged, and her eyes even showed a hint of lingering satisfaction.

Lu Jing turned around and helped Wen Hexiang up from the ground. The collar of the little girl's prison uniform was torn open, revealing a pink undergarment. She was still trembling. When she looked up and saw Lu Jing, she rushed over and hugged his waist, burying her face in his chest and crying, her voice trembling violently.

Lu Jing patted her on the back.

Wen Lanxiang staggered over and knelt down with a thud: "Lord Lu, you have saved my sister and me again. We are deeply grateful and will repay your kindness in the future."

Lu Jing waved for her to get up.

Ye Qingqing also came over and cupped her hands in a gesture of respect: "You saved my life, so I'll stay with you."

Lu Jing asked Wen Lanxiang why she had been caught again.

Wen Lanxiang smiled bitterly: "I was planning to take my sister out of the city, but we ran into these bandits as soon as we reached the street corner. Miss Ye and I couldn't fight them off, so we were tied up and thrown by the well. They said they wanted to boil water."

Lu Jing interrupted her: "We also need to leave the city; let's go together."

Wen Hexiang lifted her head from Lu Jing's embrace, nodded with red eyes, and Ye Qingqing picked up the knife from the ground and tucked it into her waistband.

Three more people joined the team. Lu Jing counted them and found that, including Nilumedo, the Wen sisters, and Ye Qingqing, there were now a total of nineteen people.

He stepped forward and walked at the very front, heading south along the street.

The alley was empty, but a fire was still burning on the stove of one house. The water in the pot had boiled dry, and the bottom of the pot was charred black. When I passed a stone bridge, there were two pairs of shoes scattered on the bridge surface, with the toes pointing outwards.

No one knows where the person went.

When we arrived at the west gate, it was open, and the bolt was broken on the ground.

Lu Jing stepped out, and the female prisoners followed one by one. Some of them glanced back at the city, then quickly turned back.

No one speaks.

About five or six minutes after we walked out, the ground under our feet began to shake. At first, there were fine tremors, then they became denser and heavier, and gravel bounced up and hit our calves. A female prisoner shouted, "The earth is turning over!"

Lu Jing squatted down, his palms on the ground, rhythmically, one stroke at a time, with even intervals in between.

It wasn't an earthquake. He stood up and looked back.

A section of the city wall in Anping County collapsed, and black water gushed out of the breach. Torches hung on the backs of horses, their flames stretching into one.

"Run! There's a cliff on the left!"

Nineteen people climbed up the high ground on the left, stepping on the gravel. The rock wall was steep, and some people rubbed their fingers together in the cracks, not caring that their fingers were blistered. Others supported the feet of those above them. Jiang Duyue was pulled up by Qin Liniang by the wrist.

By the time the last person climbed up, the fire in the city had already engulfed half the sky.

Lu Jing stood on the cliff top and looked down.

Flames erupted simultaneously from several houses, forming a continuous mass. The heatwave hit our faces from a great distance. The streets were teeming with people and horses, so densely packed that individual figures were indistinguishable; only a layer of blackness could be seen moving about, covering the entire road surface.

The corpses at the city gate were piled up on a slope, and blood flowed down the steps. Several cavalrymen held up long spears, with something on the tips of the spears. It was too small to see clearly from this distance, but the shape was wrong.

I heard a vomiting sound behind me.

Qin Liniang's lips trembled as she whispered, "Children...they don't even spare children..."

Ye Qingqing squatted down and covered her face, not making a sound, her shoulders trembling. Wen Lanxiang stood still, her hands gripping her sleeves, her knuckles white. Wen Hexiang cried again, sniffling without making a sound.

Lu Jing turned his head and looked around; everyone was trembling.

After a long while, Qin Liniang turned around and bowed deeply to Lu Jing: "If it weren't for you, we would be dead by now."

The other female prisoners followed suit, turning around and bowing, some standing and some squatting.

Lu Jing didn't stand on ceremony: "No need to thank me. The cannibalistic soldiers won't be gone for long, and it's dangerous anyway. Let's get going."

They helped each other down the cliff and walked south along the foot of the mountain.

After walking for a while, Wen Lanxiang caught up with Lu Jing and walked alongside him: "Lord Lu, where are you going?"

"Baixi Mountain Range."

"Why not go to Lishan City? It's a city, after all."

"If Lishan City can't be held, after Wang Lu takes Anping County to regroup, his next target will be Lishan City. If we go in, we might not be able to get out. If we get trapped inside, we'll be in deep trouble."

Wen Lanxiang thought for a moment and nodded.

The group continued forward.

After walking for nearly an hour, some people began to fall behind. They had been locked up in the dungeon for too long, and their legs were already weak. When they first came out, they relied on their last bit of strength to keep going, but after walking for a while, their strength dissipated, and their steps became sluggish.

But no one stopped. The people in front slowed down and waited for the people behind, and the people behind gritted their teeth and caught up with the people in front.

The twenty people formed a crooked line, none of them willing to fall behind.

A grove of trees appeared ahead. The trees were not dense, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of fallen leaves, so there was hardly any sound when you stepped on it.

Lu Jing was about to say that he would take a break.

Suddenly, a shout of killing rang out from deep within the woods. More than twenty refugees emerged from behind the trees, carrying all sorts of things: woodcutting knives, hoes, sharpened bamboo poles, and kitchen knives tied to wooden sticks. They were not wearing armor, had no standard weapons, and were dressed in rags with their faces covered in dust.

The tall, thin man at the front, brandishing a machete, shouted, "Leave the grain and anything valuable!"

Lu Jing didn't touch the hilt of his knife: "Attack, you guys go."

Ye Qingqing was the first to rush out, her shoulder knocking away a refugee who was holding a bamboo pole. The man flew two meters and crashed into a tree trunk.

Jiang Duyue squatted down and picked up pebbles, throwing them with perfect accuracy, targeting people's wrists and knocking three knives away.

Neromedo pressed herself against the refugees, her fists moving so fast they were almost invisible, taking down one after another with three punches before moving on to the next.

Mu Jiangli went around behind the tree, tripped someone, and snatched the hoe away. The person got up and found his hand empty. He paused for a second, but Mu Jiangli had already run far away.

Wen Lanxiang protected Wen Hexiang and hid behind a tree, while Ye Qingqing stood guard in front of them, slapping anyone who came near.

Lu Jing stood behind and watched. They were all unorthodox, but each had their own style of fighting. Jiang Duyue's stones were incredibly accurate, Nilumeduo's hand speed was incredibly fast, Ye Qingqing's strength was incredibly great, and Mu Jiangli was incredibly slippery.

He smiled as he held the hilt of his sword.

The refugees were beaten until they were knocked off their feet. The tall, thin man didn't even care about the knife and turned to run away. The rest of the people scattered into the woods and disappeared without a trace.

The female prisoners stood there panting. Ye Qingqing patted the mud off her shoulders, Jiang Duyue picked up two more pebbles to keep as spares, Ni Lumeduo lowered her head to wipe the blood off her hands, and Mu Jiangli squatted down to examine the hoe.

Lu Jing looked at them.

A thought popped into my head:

If I could train them into special forces soldiers who are capable of fighting, enduring hardships, and cooperating well, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Correct.

Lu Jing became certain of this idea.

"Have you rested enough?" he asked.

The female prisoners raised their heads.

"Rest enough and keep going."

This time, no one complained.