Check out my other novel. I Am a Necromancer in A Cultivation World Thrust into a world of cultivation and martial spirits. Dante is reborn as the son of the First Elder of his clan. Born with a weaker physique. Dante didn't plan on fighting against the world, but the sudden awakening of his martial spirit made him realize he could be much more than he ever imagined.....
She could already feel the unrest and despair starting to spread across her legion of warriors.
"Wake up!" Roared Rebecca.
"You see a few dead bodies and you nearly shit yourselves!"
"How embarrassing, and to think you dare call yourselves men!"
The instant they heard Rebecca's roars, the army was snapped from their stupor.
It was fine to be scared, but which self-respecting man would let themselves be ridiculed to this extent and by a girl old enough to be some of their daughters!
Seeing the change in attitude of her army, Rebecca smiled before roaring out again.
"Seeing as you've got your spine back, stop dawdling around and get in formation! You don't want to join that undead army do you!"
"No Ma'am!" shouted the soldiers
"If you don't want to die, stop crying and get in formation!"
"Yes mam!" roared the soldiers