From this moment onwards, the three hundred house guards of the Jun Family had officially stepped into a life of living hell…
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Far away from the training grounds, Grandpa Jun exhaled a long breath and gently waved his hands, indicating for Old Pang to leave together with him.
“House Master, do I still need to get the Young Master to come over for questioning?”
“Is there any need to question him anymore? Just let him do as he please,” Grandpa Jun replied in a relaxed tone of voice, his heart feeling very refreshed.
“House Master, why did the Young Master only single out the Company Leader for punishment? Shouldn’t the rest of the losing soldiers be punished as well?”
“Hey hey, Old Pang! If you were placed in the Company Leader’s shoes and your company of soldiers lost, resulting in you having to openly slap yourself in the face, and even possibly being forced to strip naked before barking like a dog, how would you feel inside? Would you spare those Platoon Leaders under you? In similar fashion, after the Platoon Leader had his fill of the Company Leader’s wrath, how well would he treat the Squad Leaders under him? Each level carries its own degree of pressure and responsibility, each layer brings an even greater amount of pressure! By the time it reached the ordinary soldiers level, that thunderous pressure would accumulate to the point of being unprecedented! This is a form of peer pressure that was never heard of before; however, it is an excellent method to train soldiers! For Moxie to come up with this type of plan; if the army were to have him as a general, he would certainly shine as a great talent!” Grandpa Jun felt very pleased.
“Oh… So that was why!” Old Pang thought to himself. “This move from the Young Master is quite malicious.”