Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

743 Huang Zhihu Enters the Military Camp in Women’s Clothes for the First Time (2)

“Granduncle is right.” Lu Yang nodded and cupped his fists. “How should I punish her?”

Huang Zhihu bit her lip and remained silent.

Han Muye pondered for a moment and said, “After all, it’s a time of need. A small punishment and a big warning. Punish her by flogging 10 times.”

After a pause, he continued, “The flogging will be carried out in front of the entire camp as a warning to others.”

Flogging me in front of the entire camp?

Huang Zhihu’s face turned pale.

Do I not want my face anymore?

“Godfather…”

“There are no father and son on the battlefield. I’ve neglected to discipline you all these years. This time, I’ll teach you a lesson.” Han Muye’s face was cold as he pointed at the soldiers in front of him. “These people will be your subordinates in the future.

“Their lives are no different from yours.

“If you can slap someone in public, why can’t you receive 10 beatings yourself in public?”

Huang Zhihu was stunned and speechless.

Han Muye looked at Lu Yang. “What are you waiting for?”

Lu Yang nodded and raised his hand, sending out a spiritual light.

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

The drumbeats were like thunder, and in an instant, the vitality in the camp was like a dragon. Numerous generals flew towards the drill ground of the camp and formed a battle formation.

Han Muye strode into the camp. Lu Yang took a few steps back and turned to look at the glum-faced Huang Zhihu. He almost laughed out loud.

Huang Zhihu looked at both sides and saw that the soldiers had solemn expressions. Only then did she lower her head and rush into the camp.

Behind her, low discussions instantly broke out.

“Is it really Lord Sword Tiger? She’s so delicate. She’s really, really beautiful…”

“Head, does that slap hurt? Sigh, if I had known earlier, I would have taken this slap.”

“Get lost. I didn’t know that Lord Sword Tiger’s palm was so soft.”

…

On the drill ground, the army stood solemnly.

The 3,000 reserve commanders of the Mystic Sun Guards and the 30,000 elites that were transferred, would be deployed to various parts of the Heavenly Mystic to train for decades and become the main force of the Heavenly Mystic Black Armor Mystic Sun.

After three years of training, the younger generation elites of the Mystic Sun Guards were trained to obey. In less than a hundred breaths, they were ready.

When Huang Zhihu arrived at the drill ground, she saw a dark mass of generals. They looked straight ahead, their blood and qi surging.

Lu Yang strode forward and walked to the platform in front of him.

Han Muye stood outside the drill ground and did not enter.

After he gave Huang Zhihu the position of reserve commander of the Mystic Sun Guards, he had no military status in the Mystic Sun Guards and it would not be appropriate to enter the drill ground.

Seeing Lu Yang gather and walk over quickly, the expressions of the reserve commanders of the Mystic Sun Guards standing at the front were solemn.

Could it be that something big had happened?

“I gathered all the troops today for one thing.”

Standing on the high platform, Lu Yang glanced down.

“My Mystic Sun Guards is in charge of the light and has strict military discipline.

“Reserve commander, Huang Zhihu, has no discipline. She trespassed the camp and will be punished with 10 strokes of the military rod.”

Ten strokes of the military rod.

To these reserve commanders, it was nothing.

They could easily withstand a hundred strikes.

But this was a matter of face!

Sword Tiger’s reputation would be tarnished if she were to be flogged in front of the entire army.

A few reserve commanders standing in front looked at each other with puzzled expressions.

The relationship between Lord Lu Yang and Huang Zhihu would be punished with a cane. There must be some hidden reason behind this.

“Lu Xiaoyun, you carry out the punishment,” Lu Yang shouted.

Dressed in black armor, Lu Xiaoyun strode forward and looked at Huang Zhihu, who was standing outside the drill ground.

Following her gaze, everyone on the drill ground turned to look.

Then there was a collective gasp.

Huang Zhihu, who was wearing a yellow dress, bit her lip and slowly walked forward.

Those generals could not look away and their gaze followed her figure.

Is this the dual sword wielding Sword Tiger who’s usually covered in blood?

A few reserve commanders standing at the front twitched their eyes in disbelief.

Was I defeated by this beautiful girl back then?

...

“She’s so beautiful…”

Someone whispered.

Then the surroundings were filled with anger.

How could he say what was on his mind?

She’s beautiful, though.

Every step Huang Zhihu took forward felt extremely difficult.

She could feel pairs of burning eyes staring at her.

Unhappy.

In the past, these guys would lower their heads when they saw her.

Now she was the one who did not dare to look.

She tried her best to raise her head and glanced around. Immediately, she lowered her head with a red face.

...

Why are these defeated opponents looking at me so strangely?

They must be asking for a beating.

Clenching her fists, Huang Zhihu walked forward step by step.

Lu Xiaoyun walked to the stone bench under the high platform and lay down. A green long staff of fire and water appeared in her hand.

“Auntie, don’t worry. It won’t hurt.” Lu Xiaoyun lowered her head and whispered into Huang Zhihu’s ear.

Huang Zhihu hugged her head and did not speak.

“Bam!”

A crisp sound resounded throughout the drill ground.

The surroundings were silent.

After 10 strokes, Huang Zhihu stood up and left the drill ground with Lu Xiaoyun’s help.

“Disperse.” Lu Yang waved his hand and turned to leave.

It wasn’t until Lu Yang disappeared that the quiet drill ground was suddenly filled with a tsunami-like discussion.

Huang Zhihu, who was being supported by Lu Xiaoyun to her tent, covered her face with one hand. “F*ck, the reputation that I’ve built after three years of fighting has been ruined by these 10 strokes.”

Hearing her words, Lu Xiaoyun laughed out loud.

“Auntie, how did you offend my second uncle?”

Huang Zhihu gnashed her teeth, her eyes filled with tears. “Why would I offend him?

“It’s my foster father. I suspect that he’s been outside the Realm for too long and has hardened his heart.”

At this point, she stopped and clapped her hands. “I’m so stupid. I should have sent the news of his return to the Cloud Brocade Immortal Ship long ago!”