「The first day.」
It was the first day of Qin Fan's tenure.
Seventeen soldiers fought with all their might for about twenty minutes, until not a single one could stand. They all lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
Originally, they thought it was just Qin Fan making a show of force. But they were wrong. This was not a show of force; it was the beginning of their nightmare.
「The second day.」
They gathered again, dragging their bodies that felt on the verge of disintegrating. To their dismay, Qin Fan's routine was the same.
One word: Fight!
Two words: Fight back!
Three words: Fight to the death!
When they were beaten down, they were whipped back to their feet with a Soft Whip. When they were beaten until they bled, they were forced to swallow some foul elixir Qin Fan handed them.
Then it was back up to keep fighting.
「The third day.」
Even walking was difficult. Qin Fan's order was still the same inhuman command: keep fighting.
If they could, the soldiers would have cried.
