Chapter 64: The Fake Princess and His God of War Prince (Part XXI)
Xiao Ji did not announce his intention to join the army’s training with any great fanfare.
He simply rose early the next day, before Xiang Yinnian had even opened his eyes. After washing up, he changed into the close-fitting armor of a common soldier, bound his hair in a man’s crown, and rode alone into the drill grounds.
Xiao Ji was tall and long-legged; let alone comparing him to women, even standing among those burly, strapping men, he was in no way inferior.
His originally somewhat lean physique was concealed beneath the heavy armor, making it impossible to discern his true build.
However, his arrival still attracted the attention of countless ordinary soldiers.
For no other reason than that face—amidst this group of rough men, he truly stood out like a crane among chickens, his delicate features striking and severe.
Consequently, before the training had even begun, someone started to tease him:
“Hey! That kid! New here?”
Xiao Ji remained silent, merely nodding slightly as a response.
It is an inescapable iron law everywhere that veterans bully new recruits. Seeing Xiao Ji’s arrogance, the man’s teasing became even more brazen:
“What were your parents thinking, sending a pretty boy like you to the Northern Border military camp? You probably won’t last two days before hiding under your covers to cry your eyes out calling for your mother. Better go home early while you can.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the circle of men around him burst into loud laughter.
Xiao Ji paid no attention to these people. He simply took his place in the formation, standing within the ranks of the new recruits.
But this did not prevent him from hearing the hushed discussions of the veterans in front:
“Didn’t the Wangfei say he would share our joys and sorrows and advance and retreat with us starting today? Why haven’t we seen him yet?”
“Hah, just listen and forget it. A delicate flower raised in the palace—how could he endure this suffering? Given how the Wangye obeys him in everything nowadays, it would be strange if he actually let him come.”
“……..”
According to the new regulations set by Xiao Ji: Horse stance at mao hour (5-7 AM), physical stamina training at chen hour (7-9 AM), combat skills at si hour (9-11 AM). After lunch, a half-hour rest, then weapons training at wei hour (1-3 PM), and sparring at shen hour (3-5 PM). There was almost no time to rest.
Especially the stamina training—speed, climbing, crawling, jumping—everything had to be drilled.
These soldiers were different from those who had practiced martial arts since childhood; they had no foundation and insufficient internal energy. Being past the optimal age, they could only focus on training external skills.
At first, during the horse stance, no one noticed anything unusual.
Xiao Ji’s exceptionally outstanding appearance did attract a lot of attention, but he didn’t perform particularly remarkably, nor did he let anyone catch any mistakes. The patrolling squad leader only noticed that Xiao Ji’s lower body was very stable, suggesting he had some foundation.
Passing by, he even patted Xiao Ji’s shoulder and praised him:
“Not bad. A good seedling for a soldier.”
The real difference began to show during the stamina training.
There was a disparity in stamina between new recruits and veterans. While running laps around the drill grounds with weights, it didn’t take long for the people in the new recruit ranks to gradually fall behind in scattered groups.
Only Xiao Ji remained steadily behind the veterans.
The group that had mocked Xiao Ji earlier saw this and even found time to whistle at him:
“Hey, little lady, don’t force it. If you collapse from exhaustion later, you might have to rest for three days and three nights before you can get out of bed!”
Xiao Ji glanced at the man and asked, “Want to compete?”
The man was instantly amused upon hearing this. “You want to compete with me?”
Xiao Ji nodded.
In the military camp, such contests were not uncommon. As long as they were reported and didn’t affect normal training, they were usually approved.
Seeing the disdain in Xiao Ji’s expression, the man sneered and asked:
“If you lose, how about kneeling before Ye and kowtowing three times?”
Xiao Ji’s expression was indifferent. “Win first, then talk.”
The man looked Xiao Ji up and down carefully:
“I’m waiting to see you cry.”
With that, he took the initiative to greet the squad leader.
When the contest began, Xiao Ji simply paced himself with this man. If he was fast, Xiao Ji was fast; if he was slow, Xiao Ji was slow.
It was only after the man realized he couldn’t shake Xiao Ji off no matter what that he truly began to secretly compete with Xiao Ji. He stopped talking and just ran with his head down.
But soon, he saw Xiao Ji pass him as if nothing had happened, rapidly widening the distance between them. His steps were light, as if the sandbags tied to his limbs were empty.
This scene attracted the attention of many soldiers, including Xiang Yinnian and several other Vice Generals on the high platform.
Lin Heng stared for a long time before recognizing the figure as somewhat familiar. He looked tentatively at Xiang Yinnian:
“Ye, is that…”
Xiang Yinnian hadn’t seen Xiao Ji when he opened his eyes this morning, so he knew Xiao Ji had gone to keep his promise.
Although somewhat annoyed, seeing Xiao Ji starting to teach people a lesson now roused his spirits a bit:
“Let him toss them around. For the sparring at shen hour, run a wheel battle. I want to see him hold the ring.”
It was defending the ring, but even more, it was establishing authority.
Lin Heng accepted the order.
Yu Qing, having received twenty heavy strokes, had become well-behaved. Standing behind Xiang Yinnian, she silently watched Xiao Ji’s figure without making a sound.
Under the gaze of the multitude, Xiao Ji crushed the man who had nearly exhausted himself like a dog just to compete, doing so with an absolutely relaxed posture.
Once this happened, everyone started watching the show, even waiting to see how Xiao Ji would triumphantly slap that man in the face.
But in fact, Xiao Ji completely ignored his opponent, who was still a long way from the finish line. He walked straight to the iron net used for climbing training. As if walking on flat ground, he used the momentum to scale the net in a few moves, then leaped down.
Subsequently, he arrived before the squad leader of his own column and said without even gasping for breath:
“Tell him kowtowing isn’t necessary. Go brush the stables for a month.”
Although that man wasn’t a major figure in the camp, he was definitely not a drag either; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been arrogant enough to mock a newcomer.
After this incident, many who had initially just been watching the fun began to focus their attention on Xiao Ji.
The morning passed quickly. Xiao Ji ate from the big pot with the soldiers, then sat leaning against the wall of the drill grounds, closing his eyes to rest.
During this time, quite a few people were surreptitiously sizing Xiao Ji up, but no one came forward to look for trouble anymore.
In the afternoon weapons training, Xiao Ji was very low-key. He chose a long blade and followed the squad leader’s instructions, swinging it lazily. He didn’t look skilled, and the weapon even seemed a bit unwieldy for him.
Xiao Ji’s disdain and indifference were written all over his face.
Many soldiers stronger than the man from the morning were waiting—waiting for the sparring session to exchange a few moves with Xiao Ji, wanting to let this new悶 gourd (taciturn person) know that there is always a heaven beyond heaven and people beyond people.
And Lin Heng lived up to expectations. Before shen hour arrived, he passed down the order.
Today’s sparring would begin with Xiao Ji, the recruit who had stolen the limelight. Any soldier who wished to measure themselves against him could try and see if they had the skill to satisfy their wish.
T/n: Tomorrow, I will mass release. This novel is really long, and it intimidates me. But I’m enjoying it, so keep reading!
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probs my favourite novel in a while.. Thanks, translator, for making it possible for me to read this novel! thanks for the chapter
You’re welcome. I will more chapters tomorrow so we can all read. Hahha. I like this novel, too. I’m looking forward to the future arcs as well.