My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

"My team is not suitable for you." Zong Yanli had no intention of dealing with Pei Liang. After thinking for a while, he said, "Tomorrow I will introduce you to General Yang Liqun of the Right Camp, and you will follow him in the future."

"And you." Zong Yanli turned to look at Bai Xiuyun and said with a headache, "What are you doing here?"

Bai Xiuyun said with a stern face: "I heard that you rejected Monk and the others and did not choose soldiers from the army, so I came here by myself. I said before that I would follow you. Now that you have become a general, there is no reason for you not to accept me."

Zong Yanli found it a little funny. Why didn't she think she was so popular before? Why did so many people want to be her soldiers?

Zong Yanli said solemnly, "The soldiers in my battalion are not ordinary troops. You are not suitable."

"Why am I not suitable?!" Bai Xiujun said a little aggrievedly, "Do you think I am useless? I am not as outstanding as Wen Nian, nor as brave as Meng Qi and the others. I know I am very ordinary, but I can practice!"

"..."

Zong Yanli was silent. She really didn't have such an idea.

Bai Xiuyun is still too young now, and is far from enough in terms of age and experience.

She remembered that Bai Xiuyun in her previous life was a rising star. He had struggled in the army for many years and participated in countless wars, big and small. By the time the two met again, Bai Xiuyun had been completely smoothed out by the war.

It is said that his ear was bitten off by the enemy during a fierce battle with the enemy, and it became just one ear.

Gloomy, cruel, and unscrupulous became his synonyms.

Zong Yanli still remembered that when Bai Xiujun appeared in front of her, the light in his eyes had long gone, as he was engulfed by the flames of life and death. He had made countless military exploits and made a significant mark in such a short life.

He died in the war with the State of Jin after the fall of Nankang.

They died together with the enemy's general and leader, and also paved a way for the victory of Wu State.

The new emperor posthumously conferred the title of brave general on him. Although his reign was short-lived, he will definitely have a place in history books.

"Forget it." Zong Yanli sighed, looked at Bai Xiuyun and said, "I will not be lenient with you if you join my camp. If you are so determined, then come on."

"If you can't bear it anymore, just leave." Bai Xiuyun is different from Monk Qi and others. He has no outstanding qualities at the moment. If he is not appreciated by Zong Yanli, he will soon be lost in the crowd and buried among thousands of soldiers.

"I won't leave." Bai Xiuyun said firmly.

Pei Liang beside him was puzzled: "You want to keep him but not me?"

Zong Yanli looked at Pei Liang and said, "I am just a general with a minor title. I don't have any real power and I am of no use to you. What you need now is to stand out as soon as possible and accumulate military merits. You will be promoted soon."

Zong Yanli stood up as he spoke and said, "Maybe when we meet someday, you and I will be equals."

Zong Yanli did what he said and recommended Pei Liang to be Yang Liqun's personal soldier, to let him gain a foothold in the army first. By the way, he also informed his father and asked his father to pay more attention to this man and make use of him if he could be used.

As for Zong Yanli's plan to send death row prisoners to the army, Zong Yanhongjing carefully questioned Zong Yanli and learned that he had a plan and was not acting recklessly. Moreover, it was clear that the people chosen by Zong Yanli were all selected, and none of those rapists and gamblers were chosen, which showed that he had made some preparations.

Zong Yanhongjing acted as a guarantor and wrote a memorial to report the matter to the emperor. The approval came down about half a month later.

At this time, Zong Yanli had already completely renovated the camp. Her camp was completely separated from the main camp. On weekdays, no one else came to visit except Monkie and others who were good friends with Zong Yanli.

Until one day, a group of people suddenly appeared in the tent, and no one knew where they came from.

When people learned that the general in the camp was actually called General Yanluo, they jokingly called this camp the Ghost Camp, saying that all the dead brothers gathered here. Rumors spread secretly, causing more and more people to stay away from this place, probably because they thought it was unlucky.

When Zong Yanli appeared in front of people again, he was wearing a very strange mask on his face.

There were strange patterns on the iron mask, and when you first saw it, it gave you a terrifying feeling of a green face and fangs.

Without exception, all the death row prisoners who were brought here had killed people on their hands. Some had accidentally killed people in a fit of rage, some had killed people out of hatred, and some had been forced to kill people. Some of these people still had relatives in their families, while some no longer had any, but they all had their own stories.

Zong Yanli reviewed the case files and visited the judges who were interrogating the prisoners. Finally, he selected these three hundred people from among the countless death row prisoners.

When these death row prisoners were escorted here, they all wore black hoods on their heads. They might have thought they were being taken to be beheaded, but they did not expect to end up in such an extremely unfamiliar place.

It was pitch dark in the cell, but now that their hoods had been taken off, everyone was suddenly exposed to the glaring sunlight and looked around in confusion.

Those people's hands were still tied with ropes. After turning around, they suddenly saw Zong Yanli sitting on the high platform. He was wearing heavy black armor and a strange ghost mask on his face. No matter how they looked at him, they felt scared. Someone bravely asked, "Who are you! Where are we?"

Zong Yanli lowered his eyes and looked at them. Wen Nian walked out behind him. He was wearing the same mask on his face. The only difference was that his mask was only half covered, and the part below the nose was covered. He looked like a ferocious beast with fangs. One could even see the sharp fangs on the mask.

He was also wearing black iron armor, which was obviously different from the armor of Zong Yanli's main general, and others could recognize it clearly.

"This is the Ghost Camp." Zong Yanli accepted the new name of her camp very naturally. She crossed her legs and looked at the prisoners kneeling on the ground in chains. Through her visor, she said in a muffled voice: "This is also the place where you will die."

There was neither an executioner nor an executioner here. They looked rather grim. Were they to be strangled right here?

Zong Yanli continued calmly, "Today is the day you die."

She raised her hand and slowly pulled out the long knife on the table. The long knife, which was filled with murderous aura, had been killing people with Zong Yanli for so long and was already full of murderous intent. Just by pulling out the knife, these death row prisoners could tell that the person in front of them was no ordinary person.

Zong Yanli walked towards them with a long knife in his hand. At this moment, the prisoners felt that Zong Yanli, who was approaching step by step, was the god of death. They swallowed their saliva with their Adam's apples rolling. They wanted to struggle but were powerless and finally closed their eyes in despair.

Zong Yanli raised his long sword slightly and placed it directly on the neck of the first man. The blade, shining with a cold light, was close to his neck, and it seemed that he could cut off his head with just a slight swing.