Chapter Ninety-Five: Full Metal Jacket

[Friendly Reminder: This chapter is highly profane. Children should be accompanied by a guardian.]

One day later.

Having chosen to cooperate, Ming Tian naturally moved into the resistance organization's base. Besides, the Princess thought it would be better for him to take care of Mo’er there.

It was not far from the inn—only five or six hundred meters. If something were to happen, being at the resistance base would allow him to mobilize reinforcements much faster than if he were stuck at the inn.

The only reason Ming Tian did not bring his future bride over was that he hoped to keep her out of this messy business. If he were to meet an untimely end, at least Xinzhu would still have a chance to escape.

If escape from Yangzhou proved impossible, Ming Tian decided that even if he had to use himself as bait, he would ensure Xinzhu made it out. Of course, that was a last resort.

An Luo’s training had only lasted one day, but it was already showing results. Feng Mo’wang could now handle practical combat drills without panicking.

This was a good thing!

Ming Tian was so happy he could almost cry!

If one is not nervous, one does not fumble the blade, and if one can hold the blade steady, his own "little brother" does not have to suffer.

Of course, Ming Tian was still too traumatized to remove the ten-layered crotch guard... After all, that kid and An Luo were using real blades during their sparring!

Walking along the banks of the Yangzhou River, Ming Tian finally dared to take off the guard.

The thing was as thick as a fist; it was so uncomfortable his "little brother" was practically becoming deformed.

"Yin Chan should be around here, right?" Unlike in the modern era, this area near the river was basically deserted in ancient times. It was quite desolate—arguably the quietest place in all of Yangzhou.

Early this morning, before training began, Yin Chan had the hundred-plus "gays"—no, the burly men—perform a collective drill and immediately identified the problem.

The burly men were practicing speed-based blade techniques like those used by Diao Mianren and Zhao Yu.

However, their sturdy builds were ill-suited for speed, which made them look incredibly effeminate.

Furthermore, their coordination was a complete disaster. They might have been strong in single combat, but in a real war, they were just a pile of loose sand without teamwork!

Because of this, they could not unleash their true potential and kept losing to the government soldiers.

Therefore, Yin Chan claimed they needed field training to strengthen their masculinity and coordination.

Strengthen their masculinity... How exactly?

Ming Tian was quite curious, so he snuck over to the Yangzhou River to find Yin Chan.

"Oh? Found them!"

After walking for a while, Ming Tian heard Yin Chan’s voice. He climbed over a mound following the sound and, peering into a small basin, saw the scene...

The image struck him like a bolt of lightning!

What... what am I seeing? Yin Chan, are you really this sadistic?

Are there any normal people left around me besides Mo’er and my bride?!

The content of the training was actually quite standard.

Over a hundred burly men were running circles around the basin while carrying logs as thick as their waists. Their faces were etched with exhaustion. Even though it was early spring, a cold morning, their clothes were already soaked through with sweat.

They had been running for at least two hours! Why did Ming Tian know? Because the perimeter of the basin had been worn into a flat track from all the running!

A dozen of the men had already collapsed from exhaustion.

Ming Tian wasn't shocked by the hellish training itself; what shocked him was Yin Chan!

He saw her standing in the center of the basin with a four or five-meter-long shepherd’s whip, hands on her hips like a queen, screaming insults.

"Listen up, you sons of b*tches are not human! You are a pile of s*it! You are the worst garbage I have ever seen! I will keep drilling you until your assh*les can suck on your own d*cks!"

Yin Chan lashed out with her whip at a man who was running too slowly, sending him tumbling into a nearby mud pit.

By the time he got up, Yin Chan was already standing in front of him.

The man looked nothing like a man; his face was pale with terror as he faced a barrage of insults that completely shattered Yin Chan’s image.

"Do you want to slack off? Do you want to play the victim, soldier?"

"No, Ma'am!" the man trembled, quickly standing at the rigid attention Yin Chan had taught him.

"Tell me how tall you are!"

"Six feet eight inches, Ma'am!"

"That tall? Are you sure? I didn't know s*it could be stacked six feet eight inches high! I bet your parents regret it, because not only is your face uglier than abstract art, but you run like an old man doing a doggy-style! Do you know that?"

"Sorry, Ma'am!"

"Keep running! Until your d*ck can’t get an erection for a month!"

Wow? That’s intense! What is this way of swearing? Can someone really be this talented at insulting people?

Listening to these insults was actually quite entertaining. Ming Tian felt a rush of adrenaline and stayed crouched on the ridge to keep eavesdropping!

"You there! If you fall behind the formation again, I swear I’ll shove everyone’s excrement down your throat! And then I’ll have everyone beat you until you’re plastered to the ceiling!"

"You are all so pathetic! It makes me regret that the sperm your fathers used to create you didn't just slide off your mothers' buttocks onto the mattress to become a brown stain!"

"Why are you running so slow? Do you think I’ll like you? The bull at Old Wang’s house is better looking than that face of yours, which is uglier than a hemorrhoid!"

Without a pause, Yin Chan cursed for the entire morning! She only gave them three minutes for lunch before pulling out a pile of thorns she had prepared, spreading them on the ground, and demanding they practice crawling!

"That fat guy! Don't you dare stop, keep crawling! What's the problem? Do you need a woman's p*ssy on the ground to make you crawl? Your fat buttocks look like seventy pounds of fermented manure—start losing weight!"

"I’m counting to three, and you better stop those womanly tears on your face! Otherwise, I’ll gouge out your eyeballs and find three old bulls to take turns f*cking your face until it’s a rotten mess!"

"You there, who gave you permission to stop? Get over here!"

"Yes, Ma'am!"

"What is your surname?!"

"My surname is Ji!"

"That name sounds like a f*ggot. Are you a f*ggot? Do you suck d*cks? Your oral skills must be so strong you could suck up an entire sheep’s head with a blowpipe. I’ll tell you the truth, I don't like that surname. Sissies and f*ggots are all named Ji!"

"Ye... yes, Ma'am!" The man was on the verge of tears.

"Who told you to cry? You don't look like a man when you cry! So you must be a homosexual. Do you give head? Do you blow men? I bet you love singing about the 'back garden' with other men. But you don't even know the basic etiquette of giving a man a blowjob!"

"Sorry, Ma'am!"

"Get back there and keep crawling! And remember, I want you to roll! I don't want to see you walking!"

"You are all too slow! Today, the biggest loser who crawls the slowest will have his balls cut off! I will not allow the offspring of losers to pollute this world!"

Yin Chan seemed to have an endless supply of saliva, spraying insults all day until nightfall. Ming Tian was so enthralled he lost track of time!

Even the pre-bedtime lecture was as explosive as the rest of the day.

"Listen! From now on, you will sleep while hugging your blades! Your blades are more important than your d*cks!"

"You will give your blades female names, because they are the only romantic partners you will ever have. The days of using your fingers to explore under a pink bodice are over! You are now married to these weapons of wood and iron, and you will be faithful!"

"I want you to polish your blades! Keep them so clean that even the Goddess of Mercy would be happy to use them to masturbate!"

"Remember before you sleep! You are vomit, you are s*it! You are mere planaria, the lowest form of animals! Only by passing my training will you be qualified to be called human. Until then, dog turds are higher in my esteem than you are!"

After a full day of Yin Chan’s training, was there any trace of femininity left in that group of men?

Masculinity? Don't make me laugh! That was straight-up malicious brainwashing, wasn't it?!

Ming Tian saw all the burly men holding gauze, their eyes bloodshot, wearing sick, twisted smiles, actually talking to their blades while polishing them.

"Ah, Xue’er, you are so beautiful."

"Feng Yue, is your edge rolling? It’s okay, brother will lick it smooth for you."

"Are you comfortable being this clean, Xiao Yu?"

"You are too beautiful, Ling’er. Tonight, brother will treat you well."

Forget it, I’m going back... these guys are all insane!

Just seeing those hundred men acting like they were in heat over their blades made Ming Tian feel like his own mind had been polluted.

Is... is this training? Isn't this just malicious brainwashing? I don't want a hundred lunatics returning to the organization in two days!

Speaking of which, Yin Chan, did you always have such a silver tongue? This... this is too sadistic, isn't it?

Time to go... I... I never dare to complain again.

Ming Tian, having observed everything, walked back toward the resistance base in a daze, questioning his entire existence.

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This chapter is a tribute to my favorite movie. At the same time, I would like to apologize to any readers named Ji. I am sorry; there was no intention to offend. It was for the sake of the plot; please forgive me.