The thick smell of blood permeated the entire nasal cavity—spreading all the way into the lungs. It was so disgusting that some men immediately puked.
Their vomiting made it even more difficult for the rest to stomach the meal.
"General, permission to speak!" A new soldier suddenly stood up.
Ji Fengyan gazed at him. "Speak."
"This… I am afraid we cannot eat this now. If this is the punishment for our earlier indiscretions, we have no choice but to endure it. However, isn't the previous whipping punishment enough?" Blood stained the corners of his mouth—he had evidently had a taste of that raw meat.
His words reflected the thoughts of many of the new soldiers. They all felt that Ji Fengyan was making things difficult for them on purpose.
However…
Ji Fengyan grinned at that new soldier. "Sit."
Startled, the rookie remained stock-still. Nevertheless, just one frosty look from Ji Fengyan caused him to sit down immediately.
