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

The surrounding area was stained with blood, resembling a scene from hell.

"Lord Lu! You're torturing us!"

Crying and screaming, Ji Tangtang was so frightened that he kept trembling.

Qin Liniang's face turned a deep purplish-red, devoid of her usual high spirits, replaced only by terror.

Even the usually composed female knight-errant Liu Zhezhi was unsettled at this moment, turning away, unable to bear watching any longer.

All around, there were cries, shouts, and vomiting sounds; it was complete chaos.

Lu Jing, who "created" all of this, stood calmly with his hands at his sides, watching everyone.

There was no encouragement, no reassurance.

There was even a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his lips.

Beside her, Wen Lanxiang hesitated before walking over, suppressing the urge to vomit, and first gave Lu Jing a bow with her hands clasped.

"Lord Lu, this kind of training is torture for everyone, and it has exceeded the sisters' ability to bear it."

Swallowing hard, Wen Lanxiang mustered her courage and said, "None of us can bear it."

Upon hearing this, Lu Jing sneered.

"You can't even handle this much?"

"What a huge joke!"

The women looked at Lu Jing and felt that he had changed; he had become aggressive and oppressive.

No one dared to speak.

Lu Jing showed no mercy, bluntly stating, "You won't even kill monkeys, yet you want to be soldiers and kill people? Keep dreaming."

The female prisoners also had a competitive spirit, and when they were told this, they all gritted their teeth and clenched their fists involuntarily.

Lu Jing continues to output:

"Let me tell you, this kind of test is just to open your eyes and open your ears."

"It can't be considered formal special training."

"This...this isn't enough?" The female prisoners stared wide-eyed.

"Someone like you, crying and screaming even when killing a monkey, does that make you worthy of being special forces soldiers who can silently take enemy heads as a reward amidst thousands of troops?"

"Are you worthy?"

"What are you doing on the battlefield? All you do is scream and vomit. Do you expect the enemy to pity you?"

Lu Jing didn't mince words: "You pampered, so-called noble ladies are nothing but lambs to the slaughter, female slaves captured by the enemy to be humiliated."

Cluck cluck cluck—

The female prisoners clenched their teeth, afraid to speak.

"We are not lambs, nor are we female slaves!"

Lu Jing sneered: "No? Then what are you? Special forces?"

"Which special forces soldier is making such a fuss about killing a monkey?"

"I'm telling you, the cruelty on the battlefield is ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times greater than here!"

"Some of you are military dependents; haven't you heard your fathers tell stories of the battlefield?"

Upon hearing this, several female prisoners in the crowd lowered their heads.

"On the battlefield, the enemy will show you no mercy."

"They won't kill you easily; female soldiers are just their playthings."

"If they catch you, they'll strip you naked and make you kneel on the ground and bark like dogs."

"We'll make you dance naked on hot coals."

"They'll lock you to a pillar, summon a battalion of soldiers, and they'll line up one by one to make you serve them all night long."

"Even worse, they might strip you naked and throw you into a kennel to be..."

The female prisoners, their faces streaked with tears, trembled with fear as they listened to Lu Jing's account.

That's all.

Lu Jing crossed his arms, his eyes devoid of any emotion, and looked at the female prisoners before speaking, word by word:

"Once you've said your piece, whoever you can't kill, then quit!"

A deathly silence.

In the vast square, the only sound could be the flapping of the wings of the tits on the branches.

Lu Jing crossed her arms.

He looked at the female prisoners, waiting for their answers.

"S-lord."

At the very back of the crowd, a female prisoner with red and swollen eyes from crying stood up shakily.

Lu Jing said coldly, "Speak."

"I, I," the female prisoner said, bowing her head. Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz. "I can't bring myself to do it. I can't kill him."

"Okay," Lu Jing nodded, "Then you can quit and stop being a special forces soldier."

Without any regret or attempt to persuade him to stay, Lu Jing spoke as casually as if he were ordering food at a restaurant.

"Who else wants to quit?"

Immediately afterwards, two more female prisoners raised their hands.

They kept trying to mentally prepare themselves, but the fear that they couldn't suppress resurfaced when they saw the dead monkey on the ground.

They didn't want to be tortured, no matter how many times they were subjected to this.

Although they were unwilling, they had no choice but to honestly admit that they were not cut out to be soldiers.

One by one, the pale white arms were raised.

Beside them, Wen Lanxiang, Ye Qingqing, and others wanted to dissuade them, but they swallowed their words back.

How should I persuade them?

Should we encourage them to try and overcome this?

Can the fear of slaughter be dispelled with just a few words?

Forget it, I won't say anything more.

All they had was silence.

"Anyone else want to quit? This is your last chance."

Lu Jing asked again.

No one raised their hand anymore.

Ultimately, only three female prisoners withdrew.

Hmm, less than I expected.

Lu Jing felt a sense of relief.

Before this, Lu Jing had never considered having anyone leave.

Never abandon, never give up.

Besides training them to become special forces soldiers, enabling them to establish themselves and carve out their own territory in this chaotic world.

These are all so beautiful; it would be a real shame not to appreciate them properly.

But after the monkey-killing test, Lu Jing suddenly realized his mistake.

Some female prisoners are destined not to become special forces soldiers. People are different not only in terms of physical constitution, but also in their temperament.

Forcing them to do things they are not suited for will only backfire.

Would you dare entrust your back to such an unreliable comrade?

So let's just give them 'freedom' and let them do what they can.

"The three of you."

Lu Jing looked at them and pointed to the temple entrance: "You can leave now. You can go wherever you want, it's none of my business."

"Lord Lu!"

The three female prisoners immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Lu Jing.

"Please, sir, don't send us away. If we leave, sir, we're sure to have no way to survive."

"Please, sir, take me in!"

Lu Jing frowned: "Here, if you want to be a special forces soldier and are capable of being one, you can voluntarily withdraw. I can't help you with that."

"Lord Lu, I beg you."

The female prisoners who were leaving were in tears, but they kept kowtowing.

The other female prisoners couldn't bear to see it and pleaded with Lu Jing on their behalf.

"Please, Lord Lu, help them."

"They don't deserve such a crime, sir."

Despite the women's tearful pleas, Wen Lanxiang offered a constructive idea.

"Lord Lu, how about this? Let the three of them take care of our daily needs, what do you think?"

"It's good that someone can handle the daily chores, allowing us to fully focus on the special training. This saves time and prevents them from becoming homeless."

"Sir, may I allow this?"

Ok.

Lu Jing pondered for a moment, nodded, and agreed to Wen Lanxiang's plan.

Lu Jing had two considerations for agreeing.

Firstly, special forces are not created by a single change, but by the cooperation of multiple branches of the armed forces, and require logistical support. This saves a lot of time, which can be used for training.

Secondly, letting these three leave was meant to make an example of them, to deter the other female prisoners from having any more thoughts of backing down, and to make them focus on their training.

Everything is under Lu Jing's control.

"Thank you, Lord Xie! Thank you, Lord Lu!"

The three female prisoners stopped crying and smiled, thanking Lu Jing profusely. He waved his hand and said, "Don't thank me yet. You may be spared the death penalty, but you can't escape punishment."