Young Master's Fierce Wife

On the training grounds, Liu Yang, who had already recovered, was pressed against the long wooden bench by two soldiers and could not move.

He turned to look at Liu Jinbao, who was standing beside him with a military staff in hand. He narrowed his eyes and threatened, "Liu Jinbao, if you want to live well in the army in the future, you’d better consider how to wield this military staff."

Liu Jinbao’s eyes widened and he smiled. "Don’t worry, Lieutenant Liu. I’ll think about it carefully. Besides, how strong can I be with my small body?"

Of course, he had to consider it carefully. Otherwise, wouldn’t he have wasted this stick that he had exchanged for a hundred taels of silver?

As a businessman, he had been taught since he was young not to make a loss!

Liu Yang glanced at him in disdain and said with relief, "Let’s begin."

Liu Jinbao agreed with a smile. He tightened his grip on the military staff, raised it high, gritted his teeth, and slammed it down.

The impact was loud.

"Ah! Liu Jinbao, do you want to die?"

Liu Jinbao secretly shook his numb hands and said harmlessly, "I’m sorry, Lieutenant Liu. This is the first time I’m unfamiliar with using a military staff. I’ll definitely pay attention next time."

With that, he held the stick with both hands again without hesitation. He raised it high and slammed it down.

"Liu Jinbao!" Liu Yang’s face twisted in pain. The two soldiers pressing down on him almost lost their grip.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I was too nervous. I’ll start over again."

"Again?" he thought.

Liu Yang was stunned. Before he could react, another blow landed on his back. At the same time, Liu Jinbao’s deliberately raised voice sounded from behind. "One."

One? F*ck, Liu Jinbao, you’re courting death.

Liu Yang turned around and saw Meng Wu standing outside the tent opposite.

Liu Yang was confused.

"Lieutenant Liu, the general is watching. I don’t dare to go easy on you. Bear with it." Liu Jinbao looked like he wanted to beat him up.

The military staff was raised above his head again and fell.

"Two." Who asked you to bully the little devil?

"Three." Keep spouting nonsense.

"Four." Who asked you to look down on us new recruits?

Liu Yang’s facial features were scrunched up in pain, and large drops of sweat appeared on his forehead. However, because Meng Wu might still be watching, he did not dare to shout.

"Eight."

"Nine."

He was already covered in injuries from Song Jinghuan’s punches and kicks, but Liu Jinbao still stared at a spot with evil intentions.

However, Liu Yang fainted from the pain.

Liu Jinbao pretended not to know. When he hit the last stick, he stopped and rested for a moment. He used all his strength to end this punishment.

"Twenty."

"Ah!" Liu Yang, who had fainted, woke up from the pain. He only let out a cry of pain before fainting again.

Liu Jinbao shrank back and asked the two soldiers who were holding Liu Yang down, "Did I hit him too hard?"

Soldier A and Soldier B thought to themselves, "Can’t you tell? Look at Lieutenant Liu’s badly mangled back."

Seeing the affirmative expressions on their faces, Liu Jinbao was relieved.

Oh my, he was exhausted.

However, these 100 taels of silver were worth it!

After returning to the residential area from the training grounds, the first thing Liu Jinbao did was to look for Song Jinghuan to ask for credit. In the end, he was told that she had brought people to clean up the battlefield.

Liu Jinbao had no choice but to look for her. As soon as he climbed up the city tower, he saw a petite figure sitting on the wall not far away, her legs hanging outside the city tower.

His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly rushed over.

Hearing footsteps, Song Jinghuan subconsciously turned around. Before she could see who it was, a hand landed on her waist.

The person behind her carried her down from the wall. Perhaps because he used too much strength, he lost his balance and the two of them fell back at the same time, falling into a pile.

Song Jinghuan was speechless.

"Song Jinghuan, are you serious? They just called you a child soldier, is it worth ending your life over that?"

"Besides, didn’t you already beat him up? I helped you take revenge just now, too."

Liu Jinbao hugged the person who fell on him and lectured her.

Fear had overcome the pain from the fall.

Hearing this voice, Song Jinghuan stopped drawing her saber and struggled to remember. Unexpectedly, Liu Jinbao tightened his grip behind her.

"Don’t be rash. I’ve already investigated. Liu Yang deliberately humiliated Sun Hao and the others because you embarrassed Meng Linlang. He’s avenging Meng Linlang."

Song Jinghuan was speechless.

"Let go of me first, damn you," she said angrily.

"No, what if you jump off a building again once I let go of you?" Thinking of Song Jinghuan’s martial strength, Liu Jinbao simply clamped her legs tightly.

Song Jinghuan, who had originally wanted to hold back because he avenged her, couldn’t take it anymore. She raised her head and slammed it back.

"Who told you that I wanted to die? If you don’t let go of me, you’ll be the one to die!"

Liu Jinbao’s eyes were filled with stars. When he realized what she had said, he was stunned.

Song Jinghuan took the opportunity to break free. She flipped over and sat on him, punching him.

Liu Jinbao closed his eyes in fear. After waiting for a long time, he didn’t see a fist that should have landed long ago. When he sensed that the person pressing down on him had left, he opened his eyes. She threw a handkerchief at his face.

"Wipe off the blood," Song Jinghuan said guiltily.

Liu Jinbao was stunned. He grabbed a handkerchief and wiped his face. Looking at the blood on it, his hand trembled. "It’s over. I’m disfigured. You have to take responsibility for me."

To hell with feeling guilty. Song Jinghuan rolled her eyes and turned around to climb up the wall again.

Liu Jinbao rubbed his nose and unexpectedly felt blood on his hand again. He raised his hands and stuffed the handkerchief into his pocket. He wiped the blood from his nose with his sleeve and climbed up the wall like Song Jinghuan. He carefully sat down beside her.

"Are you homesick?" he asked.

He had only been here for a month, but he already missed home several times. This girl had arrived earlier than him, so it was normal for her to miss home.

"No, I’m thinking about how to last a month." Song Jinghuan sighed.

"What do you mean?" Liu Jinbao didn’t understand.

Song Jinghuan turned to look at him. "Nanling Pass is about to fall."

At that time, they would all die here.

Liu Jinbao’s pupils constricted. "How would you know?"

"Only a fool like you can’t tell." Song Jinghuan pointed at the city wall. "We were forced into the pass step by step from outside Nanling Pass. Look at how badly this city wall has been blown up with black gunpowder."

Liu Jinbao said anxiously, "Well... you’re the young lady of the Duke’s residence. Go and tell General Xiao to send you back to Chang’an."

Song Jinghuan paused. He thought that Liu Jinbao would be so frightened by her words that he would cry and beg to go home.

"Let’s go and look for General Xiao now." Liu Jinbao turned around and jumped down from the wall to pull her with him.

Song Jinghuan avoided his hand. "I won’t leave. I want to wait for my brother and sister-in-law."

Noticing that Liu Jinbao’s face had turned pale, she comforted him. "Don’t worry, my brother and sister-in-law will be here in a month. As long as we hold on for a month, everyone won’t have to die."

"No matter how powerful they are, there are only two of them. Besides, you said that we can’t hold on anymore. We won’t be able to last a month." Liu Jinbao had seen Shen Yijia before. In this month, he often heard Song Jinghuan mention the two of them, so he was naturally not unfamiliar with them.

"No, I’ve already thought of a way." Song Jinghuan stood up and looked in the direction of the Wu Kingdom’s army.

Her eyes flashed with determination.

Liu Jinbao was stunned. "What? What way?"

At the same time, Xiao Qirui was discussing his next plan with the soldiers in the tent.

"Blow up the black powder?"

The Left Commander of the Vanguard Battalion, Lu Chuan, raised his voice.

"That’s right." Xiao Qirui looked at the map. "Lord Song will reach Nanling Pass in a month. If we want to hold on until then, we have to blow up the black gunpowder in the Wu Kingdom."