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Chapter 200 Dongying: They earn their living through real skill.

As the door slowly opened, a strong, pungent stench rushed out, and everyone instinctively raised their hands to cover their mouths and noses.

Although the weather was still a bit chilly, the stench was already nauseating.

It's easy to imagine that in the height of summer, this smell would be so strong it would make people faint.

The room was cramped and dark, with the only small window completely covered by dust and stains, making the light coming in dim.

The ground was uneven and littered with various debris, including tattered clothes, chipped bowls and plates, and food that had long since gone moldy...

In the corner, a pile of straw lay, and a woman with disheveled hair huddled up, her clothes tattered and filthy...

Chu Ruohan frowned, forcing herself to endure the discomfort, and asked the head steward beside her, "What's her name?"

The head of the estate quickly and respectfully replied, "I heard from the previous head of the estate that her name was Zhi Qiu, and she used to serve the princess."

Upon hearing this name, Yingqing couldn't help but murmur, "Aunt Zhiqiu..."

The woman in the corner looked up at the call.

Everyone gasped and took two steps back.

The woman before me had no eyes or nose; her entire face, except for her dry, cracked, and slightly moving mouth, resembled a lump of dough that had been carelessly kneaded.

It was so badly altered that it sent chills down one's spine.

Ying Qing, this usually tough and resolute man, instantly had tears welling up in his eyes.

He recalled that when he was taken in by the eldest princess, Aunt Zhi Qiu had taken good care of him for a period of time.

Aunt Zhiqiu was so gentle and kind back then, how did she end up in such a miserable state?

Chu Ruohan steadied herself, suppressing her fear and shock, and stepped forward to ask, "Zhiqiu, do you still remember Princess Anyang?"

Zhi Qiu just kept repeating incoherently, "What do you choose? What do you choose..."

Chu Ruohan felt a pang of sorrow as she looked at the pitiful woman before her.

She turned to Yingqing and said, "Let's take her back first."

Ying Qing nodded vigorously, her voice slightly choked with emotion: "Yes."

Then, he carefully approached Zhi Qiu, as if afraid of disturbing her, and gently picked her up, walking step by step towards the outside.

Chu Ruohan followed behind, feeling an indescribable sadness as she looked at Zhi Qiu's emaciated appearance.

Marquis Anyang is too cruel, torturing people like this, making them wish they were dead!

She will definitely find out the truth, and bring justice to Aunt Zhiqiu and the Princess...

东营

Upon arriving at the military camp, Gu Junze went straight to the commander's tent.

A burly deputy general named Li strode forward with a slightly contemptuous smile.

"Greetings, Vice General Li." Gu Junze clasped his hands in a salute.

Lieutenant Li sized up Gu Junze, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and said in a mocking tone, "Oh, young master, this isn't a place for you to play house. You even brought two servants to wait on you?"

"This is a military camp, where you earn your living through real skills, not your manor's back garden."

Gu Junze was not angry; he had already expected it wouldn't be that easy. He took out the certificate from his pocket.

"These two have already joined the army, and it is clearly written on the enlistment list. They are my close followers and soldiers under my command, and they will each perform their duties in the army camp in the future."

Lieutenant Li took the certificate, glanced at it briefly, snorted coldly, and casually tossed it back to Gu Junze, clearly not intending to let the matter rest.

"Since that's the case, then let's do it the way it is. You are now a centurion, in charge of over a hundred men. Today, you will select one hundred men from the soldiers of this Eastern Camp to form your unit."

After saying that, he waved his hand and gave the order. Soon, the soldiers of the Eastern Camp lined up neatly and filled the drill ground.

Gu Junze's gaze swept over the soldiers, but he didn't know which of them had been his personal guards.

Should we choose based on age?

The shadow guard beside him approached discreetly and whispered, "The thirteenth in the right column, the eighth in the fifth column..."

Gu Junze nodded slightly and began selecting soldiers, pretending to be casual.

He paced slowly, carefully considering each person he passed.

In the end, he selected one hundred people, of whom only eight were alerted by the Shadow Guard, but he didn't want to be too obvious, lest he arouse suspicion.

Seeing that he had made his choice, Lieutenant General Li revealed a malicious smile.

“The military camp has its own set of rules, and the soldiers here will not recognize a ‘cotton bag’ as their superior.”

"To truly become a centurion, you have to win their respect."

As soon as he finished speaking, the soldiers around him burst into laughter, clearly cooperating with Lieutenant General Li to deliberately make things difficult for Gu Junze.

"what do you mean?"

Gu Junze frowned slightly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"It's very simple. Once you defeat the hundred men you just picked, the soldiers will naturally obey you, and you can sit securely in your position as centurion."

Lieutenant Li crossed his arms, appearing to be considerate of him, but his eyes were full of provocation.

Upon hearing this, the shadow guard immediately became anxious, stepped forward, and whispered to Gu Junze, "Young Master, let me handle this."

These hundred men were naturally no match for the highly skilled Shadow Guards.

Gu Junze's leg had just recovered, and even though he had learned some martial arts, he was ultimately no match for four hands.

Lieutenant Li, with his sharp ears, immediately said sarcastically, "Gu Junze, you even let your servants do the competition, why don't you just give him the centurion position?"

Gu Junze's face darkened. He raised his hand to stop the shadow guard and stepped forward, saying, "No need, I'll do it myself."

"Your Highness, they outnumber us and have the upper hand, you..."

Gu Junze shook his head slightly, indicating that the shadow guard did not need to say anything more.

He stretched his wrists and slowly walked to the center of the training ground.

At this moment, the soldiers around the training ground surrounded Gu Junze and the hundred soldiers, forming a huge encirclement.

Their eyes held curiosity, expectation, but even more so, doubt and disdain.

Gu Junze did not act immediately, but instead picked up a handful of pebbles from the ground.

"What? Knowing you can't win, you're resorting to playing dirty tricks!"

"Hahaha……"

Laughter echoed across the training ground, but Gu Junze seemed oblivious, getting into position.

The hundred soldiers gradually surrounded them.

They exchanged a glance, understanding each other perfectly; they were clearly planning to give Gu Junze a hard time.

Who told him to offend their general...

At Lieutenant General Li's command, a soldier rushed forward and punched Gu Junze in the face.

Gu Junze dodged the attack easily by sidestepping, and at the same time struck out, punching his opponent in the abdomen.

The soldier groaned, staggered back a few steps, and fell to the ground.

However, this is just the beginning...