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

The man froze, gritting his teeth. Zong Yanli didn't take any action for a long while, and this moment seemed particularly torturous.

"If you want to kill me, just kill me!" The man breathed heavily. The fear of not knowing when Zong Yanli would swing his knife almost made his heart beat rapidly, and he couldn't help but roar.

"Do you want to die or live?" Zong Yanli ignored his words and asked the question with interest, like a judge.

"..."

The man felt it was a joke after hearing this. Is there anyone in this world who wants to die?

He bravely looked up at Zong Yanli, and met her cold mask. He could only see Zong Yanli's eyes. The dark pupils gave him a sense of pressure. The man's palms were soaked with sweat and he said in a hoarse voice: "This lord is joking. We are all condemned prisoners. There is only one way to go, which is death."

"If I give you a way to survive, would you want it?" Zong Yanli asked again.

"Alive, a way to survive?" The man's eyes suddenly lit up, and for a moment it seemed as if he was about to catch something.

"This general wants to select three hundred soldiers." Zong Yanli raised his hand and easily cut the rope on his body, then waved to Wen Nian next to him with a long knife. Wen Nian walked forward sensibly and presented the case file. The death row prisoners all looked up.

"The ghost soldiers of the ghost camp live in the face of death."

"If you are elected, I will use you for my own purposes. I will revoke the case and spare your life. You can be credited with military merits, restored to civilian status, and become the military guard of Wu State!"

"The losers—behead!"

Zong Yanli clearly gave two paths, one was a dead end, and the other... might not necessarily be a way to survive.

There are so many soldiers in the army, but this person did not hesitate to select a group of killers and death row prisoners as soldiers. It is definitely not so simple to let you follow the army to kill the enemy. Fighting the enemy on the battlefield is an extremely dangerous thing, and this time it seems that the so-called ghost soldiers are bound to do things that are between life and death.

but……

Live towards death.

If they had the determination to die, they would have committed suicide long before they were imprisoned.

The faces of the death row inmates were filled with excitement, their Adam's apples rolling with a bit of fanaticism and greed. If there was a glimmer of hope, they would give it a try!

They are all desperate criminals, what are you afraid of!

"This is an imperial decree, personally granted by His Majesty." Zong Yanli pointed at the things on the table and said, "If you have thought it through, those who stay will step forward and leave their handprints here. Whether you live or die depends entirely on your own ability."

Zong Yanli casually inserted the long knife in his hand into the ground, turned around and opened the bulletin board. There was a life and death certificate posted on it. Everyone's names were already left on the certificate. They only needed to press their fingerprints.

Zong Yanli sat back in his chair and did not urge them to make a decision.

The man whose rope was cut by Zong Yanli first stood up, walked to the bulletin board, raised his hand, put it in his mouth and bit it, and almost with some cruelty, pressed the bloody thumb on it.

Following the first person's move, the bound men stood up and walked over one after another. When someone approached, Wen Nian used a dagger to cut the ropes on them.

Those who had pressed their fingerprints consciously sat on the other side. After all 300 people had made their choices, only six people were left.

Zong Yanli didn't ask any more questions, and didn't even bother to check their names. He walked over with a long sword in his hand, and chopped off their heads in front of everyone.

The gushing blood seeped into the soil of the ghost camp. The prisoners who were just excited looked at Zong Yanli so ferociously and terrifyingly. Six lives were easily taken by her. Compared with her murderous appearance, they, the killers, seemed to become much weaker.

"Buried." Zong Yanli threw out these two words lightly, turned around and looked at everyone and said, "Fifty people in each tent, each go to lead the army, and then gather in the training ground."

Zong Yanli didn't give them much chance to adapt. He just turned around and left after saying a few words.

The condemned prisoners looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them wiped his face, stood up, and walked towards the six bodies first: "What are you looking at! Come and carry them quickly, do you want to die here like them?"

Everyone stood up as if awakened from a dream, and began to dig a hole to bury the body.

The prisoners on death row looked at the corpses in their hands, and suddenly wondered in a daze whether they were alive or dead...

How come he was sent to prison for murder earlier, and now he is doing the job of burying bodies after being released?

Zong Yanli had never trained soldiers before. In her previous life, she fought her way to the position of general. All the soldiers and generals under her were brave and strong. There was no need for her to train them. She only needed to select soldiers and generals and they could go to the battle. But now, she had to train these death row prisoners into soldiers, which was no easy task.

They are also different from the conscripted soldiers. They all have blood on their hands and are cruel people. What they are fighting for is their own life, not their future.

He was even more competitive during training, fearing that he would not be selected if he fell behind by half a point, and would end up being beheaded.

From spring to summer, day after day, early or late, she trained a strong army in the most rigorous way and at the fastest speed.

During this period, war broke out again in Nankang. The two sides won and lost in the battle and were in a stalemate for a while. Zong Yanli never showed up in front of the army again. She ate and lived with the soldiers every day, and even trained with them.

Even practiced more than that.

Most of the time, Zong Yanli wore a heavy mask. Half a year later, no soldier in the Ghost Camp had ever seen Zong Yanli's appearance.

Just by looking at his figure and listening to his voice, you can tell that he is a boy or a young man.

"What young man? Look at his perverted appearance. I think he is probably an old pervert..." It was probably because Zong Yanli had too much murderous aura. When he was practicing martial arts on weekdays, it was even more shocking to see his amazing arm strength.

People are already speculating about what kind of veteran Zong Yanli is, what kind of anti-aging medicine he took, etc.

They were originally called General Yama, but as Zong Yanli's methods became more and more perverted, these soldiers cursed him in private, saying that even the King of Hell was not as scary as him.

The King of Hell screamed, and every day when he opened his eyes he would wonder in excruciating pain why on earth they had to choose to live?

There were too few equipments allocated to Zong Yanli's camp, so Zong Yanli took them to chop trees, build a martial arts arena by themselves, and make straw men to practice archery. The soldiers in other camps only needed to train on time, but those in the Ghost Camp were different, they had to do everything!

At this moment, several soldiers were sitting together, using needles and thread to painstakingly patch their torn leather armor.

My hands are shaking from practicing martial arts during the day, and I have to thread the needle and mend clothes at night.

It's really better to be dead!!!

In the same military camp, they often heard the sound of horns coming from afar. At first, they thought that a war was coming, but they didn’t expect that the horn had blown several times, as if it had nothing to do with them. This camp was really a ghost camp...