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

Lu Jing woke up before dawn. It was a habit he developed from his time in the military in his previous life; he couldn't stay awake any longer than usual.

squeak-

The courtyard was quiet except for the chirping of insects.

Lu Jing washed his face with water and jogged around the side courtyard twice. Suddenly, he smelled the aroma of meat wafting from the kitchen.

bang——

The door to the next room suddenly opened.

Ye Qingqing was the first to rush out, her eyes still squinting, her nose already twitching: "My goodness, what smells so good?"

Before she finished speaking, she had already slipped into the kitchen, followed by a loud bang of the pot lid, which startled the cook so much that he screamed.

"What?"

Puzzled, Lu Jing walked to the kitchen door.

By this time, the room was already packed with people.

As you walk further in, you'll see two large pots on the stove. One pot of mutton bone soup is bubbling with milky white steam, while the other pot of braised meat is glistening with oil and bubbling.

Oh, it's meat.

Lu Jing nodded in satisfaction, thinking to himself:

Fang Shengtian is efficient; what he promised last night was delivered this morning.

"Make way, make room for me!"

Mu Jiangli squeezed through the crowd, her hand barely touching the edge of the pot before she was burned and flung it away, grimacing as she said, "Commander Fang is a good guy; he really meant it when he said he'd give us meat."

"Line up," Wen Lanxiang said, walking in with a stack of bowls. "You all look like you're starving ghosts reincarnated."

Nobody paid any attention to her; they kept pushing and shoving.

Ji Tangtang, with his sharp eyes, spotted a whole braised pork knuckle on the cutting board. His voice immediately rose eight octaves as he deliberately pointed at the knuckle and asked, "What's that?"

The cook responsible for delivering the meat was a short, stout old man. Startled by Ji Tangtang's pointing finger, he took a half-step back: "That was extra meat that Commander Fang ordered, left for you tonight..."

"Tonight?" Ji Tangtang clutched his chest, feigning heartache. "It won't be fresh by tonight! Look at the sheen of oil, look at the color of the skin! If we don't eat it now and wait until it's cold before reheating, can it still be called pork knuckle? It'll just be a pot of pork skin!"

After saying that, Ji Tangtang ignored everything, grabbed his chopsticks, and started shoveling the braised pork knuckle into his bowl, saying as he did so, "Let me keep it safe."

Mu Jiangli laughed so hard she slapped the stove: "Store it? You're going to store it inside your stomach?"

"Bullshit!" Ji Tangtang pointed with a greasy hand, "That pancake on your hand is smeared with pork knuckle broth, don't think I didn't see it!"

"I was just tasting the saltiness for you!"

"How much salt do you want for the pancakes!"

The two bickered across the stove, their words sizzling and their chewing becoming even more lively.

Ye Qingqing didn't join in and focused on eating, slurping up every last drop of soup from the bottom of her bowl.

After reading it, Lu Jing turned to Wen Lanxiang and said, "I won't eat it, you guys eat it, and then we'll train early."

"Yes!" Wen Lanxiang cupped her hands in greeting.

Fifteen minutes later.

After finishing breakfast, Ye Qingqing slumped against a pillar in the corridor, looking utterly satisfied.

Everyone else patted their bellies and looked on with smiles.

Seeing that they had finished eating, Lu Jing walked over and clapped her hands: "You all remember what I said before, about arranging a sparring match with Fang Shengtian, right?"

"We remember, we remember!" The women quickly nodded.

Lu Jing nodded and continued, "In that case, I'll go find Fang Shengtian in a bit."

"We'll arrange it like this: the Flying Cavalry will send fifteen men, and we'll send ten. It'll be an empty-handed contest, and the winner is the one who captures the flag. They'll defend the flag, and we'll attack. If we capture it within half an hour, we win."

"Why are we five people short? Because it was specially arranged by me. I want you to fight against overwhelming odds and test the results of your training."

"Yes……"

The women nodded, and at that moment, Ji Tangtang asked:

"What if we lose?"

Lu Jing smirked: "Eat vegetarian food for ten days straight."

"No!"

"You might as well kill me!"

An uproar erupted in the courtyard. Ji Tangtang threw down his toothpick and stood up, shouting, "Lord Lu, don't you have a conscience? We just had some meat and you're threatening us with vegetables?"

"So I'm giving you three days to prepare," Lu Jing said without changing his expression. "If you can train hard enough, you won't lose."

"We'll talk about it later!"

Lu Jing shrugged: "You have no confidence in winning?"

"Of course we have!" Ji Tangtang, like a fighting rooster, raised his head. "We definitely won't lose!"

"that is!"

Qin Liniang and the others echoed, "We absolutely won't lose!"

Training then began.

No one slacked off throughout the morning's training; even Mu Jiangli, who usually liked to slack off, was putting in the effort.

Ye Qingqing and Nilumeduo charged back and forth, carrying wooden shields.

Mu Jiangli and Ji Tangtang practiced tug-of-war by jumping up and down.

Jiang Duyue crouched at the base of the wall, using his ears to pinpoint the landing point of the pebbles.

Qin Liniang practiced her running and positioning with Liu Zhezhi.

Wen Lanxiang didn't practice the moves; she just stared at everyone's positions, constantly muttering, "You're off-center," "You're too slow," "You're blocking her."

After watching them for an hour to confirm that they could spin on their own, Lu Jing left the side courtyard and headed towards Fang Shengtian's residence.

At that moment, Fang Shengtian was flipping through military recruitment notices. Upon seeing Lu Shengtian, he put down his pen and joked, "Brother Lu, you've come so early not because of the meat again, have you?"

"The meat is settled," Lu Jing pulled up a chair and sat down. "Today, I'll lend you fifteen men to practice with. You pick the strongest and bravest, and we'll provide ten. It's a flag-capturing contest, are you in?"

Fang Shengtian was taken aback for a moment, then laughed: "Brother Lu, you want to use my men for training?"

"Training through combat is the best approach," Lu Jing said. "If I lose, I'll go back and eat vegetarian food for ten days straight; if I win, you veterans will have face. Either way, it's a win-win situation."

Fang Shengtian tapped his fingers twice on the table and looked at Sun Rendi. Sun Rendi rubbed his chin and said, "Boss Fang, why don't you give it a try? The other brothers also want to see what Lu Zheng and the others are made of."

"It's settled." Fang Shengtian slammed his hand on the table. "Three days later at the martial arts arena, I'll pick fifteen of your best fighters. Don't blame me for being ruthless then."

"Despite your ruthlessness," Lu Jing said, bowing as he prepared to leave.

Fang Shengtian stopped him: "Brother Lu, someone from the Flying Tiger Camp is investigating your background, your ordination certificates, which temple you came from, and which master you are from. Someone said they want to verify whether you are real monks or fake monks."

Lu Jing remained expressionless, mentally calculating the situation.

Of course they don't have those kinds of certificates.

The "Huaguo Mountain Broken Appearance Sect" was fabricated on the spot, and there is no way to verify it.

It's not that easy to find out.

Thinking of this, Lu Jing smiled and said, "Let them investigate. If you're upright, you have nothing to fear."

Fang Shengtian stared at him for two seconds: "Fine, I trust you. If there's any movement, let Sun Rendi know."

The smile on Lu Jing's face faded as soon as he left the public room. The Flying Tigers had been keeping watch yesterday and were making a statement today, so it seemed that the other side had already made a move. But no matter what, they couldn't panic now.

The training continued until dark. At dinner, the female prisoners were so tired that their chopsticks were trembling, but no one fought over the meat and vegetables on the table. They ate them quietly, bite by bite.

Mu Jiangli squatted down next to Lu Jing with her bowl in hand: "Lord Lu, I saw the Flying Tiger Camp again today. It was the same people as yesterday. I recognized the tiger-head badge."

"Did you see her face clearly?"

"He was wearing a helmet and loitering around the camp gate, watching our side for quite a while."

"Should I sneak out and check?" Mu Jiangli asked in a low voice.

"No need," Lu Jing picked up a piece of meat, "Let them see, as long as they can't figure it out."

After nightfall, the courtyard quieted down. Lu Jing sat at the table and took out the four rolls of silk that he had brought out of the tomb earlier.

Now that he's stationed at the Flying Cavalry Camp, the supply of medicinal herbs isn't a problem. He wants to see what other pills he can refine.

Having read the first two volumes of prescriptions, Lu Jing went straight to the third volume, but his fingers stopped when he reached the end.

On the last page, there are a few lines of text with a noticeably darker ink and thicker strokes than the main text, as if they were added some time ago.

The first half of the text reads "Three qian of alum calcined until crisp," but the second half suddenly jumps to "Digging six feet down three zhang from the Chen position."

It has absolutely nothing to do with medicinal herbs.

He then flipped through several other volumes, each ending with similar strange verses. He laid the four volumes side by side under the lamp:

"At the Chen position, dig down six feet, then four steps to the Qian direction, turn three inches to the left, where the Kan water forms a reverse bow. Use iron tools as a guide, and fire from the Li direction to illuminate the wall. The key is in the correct position."

Lu Jing stopped reading at the end, slowly took out the brass key and placed it next to the silk. The pattern on the key handle seemed to be related to the directions mentioned in the text, but he couldn't figure it out for the moment.

There was a knock on the door, and Chang Qingzhou pushed it open and came in, her hair disheveled. She wanted to ask Lu Jing about the key points of today's training tactics.

When she saw the silk in Lu Jing's hand, she was stunned: "My lord, you noticed it too?"

Lu Jing frowned: "You saw it before?"

"Yes, especially the words at the end of Volume 3," Chang Qingzhou said, leaning closer to sit down.

"My master taught me that this method of hiding characters is found in many tombs."

"But writing it so bluntly seems like it was deliberately left for others to see. The key and silk are in the same box, and the last sentence explicitly states that the key is matched, isn't that meant for people to use it correctly?"

"How do you align them?"

Chang Qingzhou thought for a moment: "Chen position, Qian direction, Kan water, Li fire, these are the four directions in Feng Shui. Let's find the positions first and then try them with the key. Maybe we can match them."

Lu Jing leaned back in his chair and looked up at the roof beam. The drill would be held in three days, with the Flying Tigers watching from the side. He had just gotten to the point of understanding the situation and couldn't dig any deeper.

He rolled up the silk and put it in his pocket: "Leave it for now, we'll talk about it after we're done fighting."

Chang Qingzhou nodded, yawned, and left, while the oil lamp flickered twice.

Lu Jing blew out the lamp and lay down, his mind replaying those four words:

Key alignment...

hiss……

How exactly should we respond?