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

When Lu Jing returned to the side courtyard, the sun had already climbed to the top of the flagpole.

In the courtyard, Wen Lanxiang was leading people in practicing stances, while Ye Qingqing and Ni Lumeduo were running back and forth along the edge of the training ground, carrying a log. The two of them were in sync, and the log was steadily resting on their shoulders.

Ji Tangtang stood to the side, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth, hands on his hips, glancing sideways at the two of them as they ran back and forth several times.

Finally, he managed to squeeze out, "I said, can you two switch places? Ye Qingqing, you're too tall, and Nilumedo is a head shorter than you. That piece of wood is all crooked."

Ye Qingqing put the log down, her chest heaving: "It's not tilted, why don't I feel it's tilted?"

"Of course you don't feel the tilt from above, it's all flat under your feet," Ji Tangtang spat out a blade of grass, walked to the middle of the log and gestured, "Look for yourself, this end is higher than that end, whoever carries it will suffer."

Nirumedo squatted down and looked at both ends of the log. She stood up and made two "abba aba" gestures, meaning that she didn't feel tired.

Ji Tangtang waved his hand: "Of course you don't feel tired. You're short, so your center of gravity is low and you're stable."

Wen Lanxiang walked over from the side, not joining the discussion, but simply pushed the middle of the log forward by half a foot, then stepped back half a step and looked at it: "Try running it two more times."

Ye Qingqing and Nilumedo picked them up again and ran a lap. Ji Tangtang watched from the side for a few moments, but finally kept quiet.

Lu Jing happened to be walking past this scene when he came across it. He didn't interrupt, and waited until Ye Qingqing finished running and came back before speaking: "Take a break, come over and tell me something."

The female prisoners gathered around one after another, some squatting and some standing. Ji Tangtang sat down on the ground and looked up at Lu Jing.

Lu Jing explained about the Flying Tigers' invitation: "The meaning is very simple: in three days, there will be a joint archery competition, and the Flying Cavalry Battalion needs to send people. The other side specifically requested that we participate."

Ji Tangtang was the first to jump up: "A shooting contest? An archery competition?"

"It's not all about archery."

Lu Jing said, "The post only mentioned shooting, but you've seen how those Flying Tigers acted. They can compete however they want, and we'll just accept it."

Mu Jiangli squeezed out from behind the crowd, rubbing her fingers together inside her sleeve: "Any prizes?"

Lu Jing glanced at her: "Fang Shengtian didn't say."

"What's the point of competing if there's no prize?" Mu Jiangli pouted. "You'll run all sweaty and not even earn a penny."

Ji Tangtang reached out and poked her lower back: "Before you think about money, consider whether we've ever practiced archery. Lord Lu is certainly a skilled archer, but what about the rest of us?"

The courtyard fell silent for a moment after he said that.

Wen Lanxiang spoke up: "There's no limit to the number of participants in the joint archery competition. If Lord Lu takes a turn, will we have anyone to participate in the other rounds? Archery isn't like wrestling; you can't rely on brute force."

Lu Jing didn't respond to that. He took out the key from his pocket and turned it.

After the key was soaked in water, the inscriptions became so clear under the sun that they were almost glaring if you stared at them for too long.

"We'll talk about archery later," Lu Jing said, putting the key away. "I'm going to the storeroom first."

Lu Jing left without hesitation, turning into the courtyard and heading towards the rear warehouse of the Flying Cavalry Camp.

Sun Rendi was squatting at the warehouse door counting arrows when he saw Lu Rendi come in. He stood up and dusted off his hands. "Captain Lu, what would you like?"

"Let me borrow a few maps to take a look at, the kind around Dangning City."

Sun Rendi was taken aback: "What do you need that thing for?"

Lu Jing said, "To coordinate the shooting, I need to find out where we can set up the field outside the city first."

Sun Rendi didn't ask any more questions and turned to go into the warehouse.

Before long, he brought out three scrolls of parchment maps and spread them out on the table by the door. One scroll showed Dangning City and the surrounding ten miles, another showed the hills and waterways to the southwest, and the third showed the route of the official road to the north.

Lu Jing bent down, his gaze slowly sweeping across the map surrounding Juancheng.

His eyes are different from ordinary people's. The lines and markings in his field of vision seem to come alive, and distances, directions, and terrain undulations emerge one by one.

Lu Jing silently reviewed the corresponding directions of the inscription on the key in his mind.

Finally, my gaze fell on a small dot in the south of the city marked "abandoned shrine". It was less than six miles from the city, in a remote location, and there were no residential buildings marked around it.

With a general idea in mind, Lu Jing straightened up and rolled up the map: "I'll borrow these two scrolls to take a look."

"Take it, take it," Sun Rendi waved his hand, then added, "Boss Fang said you can have whatever you want, no need to report to him anymore."

Lu Jing smiled, then returned to the side courtyard with the map tucked under his arm.

As he passed by the front yard, he saw Fang Shengtian talking to two teams. He didn't go over to disturb them and went straight into his own house.

He spread the map out on the table and then took out his key to examine the inscriptions again.

The pattern of the inscriptions corresponds perfectly with the directions written on the silk: first find the Chen position, then go towards the Qian direction, turn back three inches when you reach the Kan water position, and finally use the Li fire position to find the key.

The location of that abandoned shrine in the south of the city falls exactly on the last step of this series of deductions.

Lu Jing looked at the small dot on the map, confirming that his previous judgment was correct, then put the key away, rolled up the map, and put it back on the bedside table.

When he returned to the courtyard, the female prisoners had already resumed their training.

Qin Liniang was squatting by the well washing a basket of apricots when she saw Lu Jing come out and handed it to him.

"Lord Lu, the old man who delivers vegetables brought these this morning. He said they grew on his own tree and were free."

Lu Jing took one and took a bite. It was so sour that he squinted his eyes. "Quite appetizing."

He chewed a few times and swallowed, patted the juice off his hands, and said seriously, "There are still three days until the competition. Let's add something in these three days."

Ji Tangtang, with his sharp ears, immediately dropped the stone lock he was holding and leaned over: "Add what?"

"Archery," Lu Jing tossed the remaining half of an apricot into his mouth, "You don't need to become master archers, but at least you should be able to draw the bow and aim accurately at the target. Don't come back to me after the competition saying, 'Lord Lu, my arm cramped up.'"

Mu Jiangli peeked half her face out from the crowd: "Is there a reward for whoever wins the archery contest?"

Lu Jing looked at her and said, "Yes, if you win, the Flying Tigers' prize is yours; if you lose, you have to pay for the whole team to eat meat yourself."

Mu Jiangli's expression instantly changed from a "you can make money" smile to a bitter face, while Ji Tangtang next to her laughed so hard he slapped his thigh: "You'll get what's coming to you sooner or later with that mouth of yours."

The others in the courtyard also started laughing.

Before the laughter had even subsided, a head peeked in through the doorway—it was Sun Rendi.

He said, "Commander Lu, Chief Fang asked me to tell you that the Flying Tigers have sent over another list, saying it's the rules for the day of the shooting competition, and they want you to take a look."

Lu Jing walked over and took the paper. It listed three events: long-range shooting, accuracy shooting, and moving target shooting. There was no limit to the number of participants in each event, and participants could compete in the same event multiple times.

He folded the list and put it in his pocket, pondering the candidates in his mind.

If he can shoot from a distance, he can go up; if he can shoot accurately, he can leave it to Liu Zhezhi.

If it's a moving target... then we'll have to have Jiang Duyue try out the slingshot.

Having stayed in Baixi Mountain for so long, he knew the physical condition of these girls well. They could draw a bow without any problem, but not everyone was an expert archer.

However, with three days, at least three people can be trained to a point where they won't embarrass themselves.

Lu Jing glanced at the sun, then turned to Jiang Duyue, who was squatting on the ground studying the landing point of the stone lock, and called out, "Jiang Duyue, come here for a moment."

Jiang Duyue turned her head to the side, stood up, dusted off her knees, and walked towards Lu Jing.

She walked slowly, but each step landed precisely on the cracks between the blue bricks, her stride even.

Lu Jing watched her walk over and waved the form in front of her: "You'll have to touch the bow in three days."

Jiang Duyue stopped and said, "Touching the bow is fine, but if you ask me to compete with someone in accuracy, I might not necessarily lose."

Lu Jing smiled and put the form away: "Then let's practice."