Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Once they arrived at the military camp, Lin Ping reluctantly slid down from Jiang Yunying's back, his large hands almost unconsciously patting her sensitive areas.

The thousands of private soldiers all lowered their heads, protesting inwardly, "We won't eat this dog food!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Lin Ping coughed twice, as if he had a feather stuck in his throat, and said angrily, "Everyone shall do one hundred push-ups and three hundred sit-ups!"

Who can blame him when he's the prince consort?

Who can blame them for being so skilled?

The private soldiers willingly accepted the corporal punishment, which also served as a good opportunity to show Lin Ping the results of their training over the past few days.

Looking at the private army's agile movements and well-defined muscles, Lin Ping nodded in satisfaction. It seemed that the training these past few days had been quite effective.

"My lady, what are the competition events in the city lord contest?"

Lin Ping asked curiously, "Not only should we teach according to students' aptitudes, but we should also focus on key projects and provide targeted training."

If the two sides are racing horses, then focus on training their riding skills; if they are lifting a tripod, then change the name of the private army to Xiang Yu.

"The competition consists of three rounds: horse racing, archery, and gladiatorial combat. The winner is the one who wins two of these rounds," Jiang Yunying stated rather generally.

Lin Ping nodded to himself; this was pretty much what he had guessed.

After all, horseback riding and archery are essential skills for soldiers, and the ability to charge into battle is also crucial. Therefore, these three rounds of competition are reasonable.

"What kind of competition?" Lin Ping continued to ask. He didn't think that the competition between the two city lords should be limited to just sending a few experts to duel, as that would be somewhat one-sided.

Next, Jiang Yunying explained the rules of the three matches in detail, which were largely consistent with Lin Ping's guess.

Take horse racing as an example. Each side has to send out 100 people at the same time, and the winner is determined by the total points of all participants.

Furthermore, this is not a simple horse race; there can be appropriate physical contact between the two sides, and they can even carry weapons.

In other words, it's a game of horse racing and fighting. Although you can't kill people, you can knock your opponents off their horses, and then you'll win easily.

Therefore, what appears to be a simple horse race is actually a comprehensive assessment, which also reflects the gap between the two cavalry units.

It's no wonder that the losing side never dares to raise objections, or even resort to violence.

They naturally knew that their own forces were inferior to the enemy's.

Take archery as another example. A hundred people would participate together, each shooting an arrow, and the winner would be determined by the cumulative scores.

Only one person will be sent to the gladiatorial contest, but it will consist of three matches, with the winner being the one who wins two matches.

"Wife, how many rounds did we win in the last competition?" Lin Ping asked curiously, wanting to get a general idea of ​​the gap between the two sides.

Jiang Yunying lowered her pretty face, her chin almost touching her chest, and said awkwardly, "I didn't win a single game..."

This answer was within Lin Ping's expectations. Although it was a best-of-three series, the opponent was likely to win all three games in a row.

Logically, after winning two games, the match should be declared over. However, in order to save face, they often continue the match until the end. Unfortunately, they still lost the last game.

"How many matches did we win in the final round?" Lin Ping continued to ask.

“Not a single win, and in every single one of them, I didn’t even escape the enemy’s three moves…” Jiang Yunying’s voice trailed off, naturally feeling ashamed.

Although Jiang Yunying had not yet returned during the last competition, the experts from the City Lord's Mansion were incredibly weak, failing to even make three moves against their opponent.

Lin Ping was speechless and regretted coming to the military camp. The gap between the two sides was so huge that it was impossible to bridge.

"Wife, I suddenly need to go to the outhouse..." Lin Ping chuckled, looking rather like he was trying to escape at the last minute.

Jiang Yunying didn't make things difficult for Lin Ping, and said softly, "It seems that there's no hope for this competition, and there's no hope for my husband and me to consummate our marriage either..."

Upon hearing the words "consummate the marriage," Lin Ping, who had already taken a step forward, retracted his leg and forced a smile, thinking to himself: "My wife, you're not innocent anymore. You used to be like a blank sheet of paper, but now you've changed color and become the kind of person I like."

"This outhouse isn't all that great," Lin Ping said seriously, giving a symbolic shake as if he had just come from the outhouse.

"Husband, aren't you going to the outhouse?" Jiang Yunying asked doubtfully, implying that she already knew the answer.

"Absolutely not! My husband's function is excellent; he'll never experience frequent urination again. He can easily last another ten days or so," Lin Ping said, patting his chest. "Let's get started on the new training!"

"Did you really mean what you just said, my lady?" Lin Ping asked impatiently in Jiang Yunying's ear.

"Really?" Jiang Yunying's expression was slightly puzzled; she didn't understand what Lin Ping meant.

"So, if I win the competition, we can consummate our marriage?" Lin Ping's cunning eyes gleamed, and he suddenly felt full of hope.

From now on, there is only one month left until the battle for the two city lords, which means...

Jiang Yunying rolled her eyes at Lin Ping. She knew exactly what kind of tricks he was up to. Besides, Lin Ping wasn't just hinting; he was saying it outright.

"My lord, you've misunderstood. What Yunying means is that if I fail the competition, I won't come back alive, so there won't be a chance to consummate our marriage," Jiang Yunying said seriously, without any intention of trying to trick Lin Ping.

"If we don't want to consummate the marriage, then we don't have to. Is it necessary to threaten to kill yourself? You know I, Lin Ping, am a man who loves his wife dearly. How could I let my wife be in danger?" Lin Ping felt wronged, but he had no choice but to agree to Jiang Yunying's request.

In a short while, Lin Ping went through the three matches in his mind again and had a lot of ideas.

Take horse racing as an example. It is a comprehensive consideration, including the strength of the private team, the quality of the horse breed, and the quality of the equipment.

Judging from the warhorses and equipment confiscated in the past few days, it is no wonder that our private army suffered a defeat.

Not only were the horses shorter than half a head, but the weapons were also not sharp enough, and he dared not praise the strength of the private army.

Fortunately, Lin Ping had already started training his private army in advance, and the warhorses could be obtained from captured horses. With the addition of stirrups, they had a slight advantage. However, Lin Ping was still worried and had to make further changes.

Then there's archery, which requires long-term training and a certain amount of talent. Leaving aside the talent level of our private army, their recent training methods alone were highly problematic.

In order to quickly improve the strength of her private army, Jiang Yunying actually wanted to turn all of them into cavalry, thus neglecting archery practice.

Lin Ping had little hope of last-minute preparations, so... he decided to develop a more accurate crossbow!

"That's right, an 8x scope, a 6x scope would be barely enough!" Lin Ping was so excited he almost jumped up. If an 8x scope were installed on the crossbow, the accuracy would definitely increase several times.

The method for making an 8x scope is not difficult; it's just a matter of a few convex lenses. So, Lin Ping only lacks the glass.

"Soda ash mixed with quartz, calcined at high temperature!" Lin Ping suddenly thought of the example of Italians making a fortune from glass in the 13th century.

In other words, once the glass is mass-produced, not only can it be used to make 8x scopes, but it can also make a fortune, which is very much in line with Lin Ping's values!