Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 95 The Daily Life of a Recruit

The night is getting brighter.

The dark blue light lightly illuminates the land and tents. There is not a single cloud on the clean sky, and what hangs is not the sun, but a round bright moon.

There is no sound in the breeze, the bonfire burns quietly, no one walks and talks, and the distance is also sleeping.

What a quiet time.

Tens of thousands of recruits are still sleeping peacefully, recovering the strength and spirit they swayed yesterday.

But a figure walked to the center of the camp, raised the slender shadow in his hand against the dim sky, and immediately blew the whining horn.

One sound after another, like a shrill scream, like an urgent call.

Wake up and fight.The trumpet said so.

A pair of eyes opened suddenly, a pair of hands immediately picked up the belt of the clothes on the dark bed skillfully, a pair of legs neatly put on the pants and boots, and then rushed to the door of the tent without looking back.

clang~clang~
Even harsher gongs rang at the entrances of the camps, and the soldiers urged to use their long gongs to push aside the thick curtains of the camp gates, "Slackers! Get up from the warm dung pile quickly, you haven't enjoyed the night yet." enough?"

"If you're so inactive even in morning exercises, you're useless in this life, what's the point of living!"

"Warriors, please continue to sleep, and then pray that your instructor died suddenly outside last night, and pray that all the adults have gone crazy and give you a day off."

"..."

The recruits who moved slower or slept more deeply received almost different reprimands from day to day.

In their spare time, the recruits would even compare which camp was the most scolded and the funniest, and chose the two most popular among the recruiters, the "needle tongue" who spoke the most hurtful words, and expressed the deepest contempt with their eyes The "dumb".

In any case, no one dares to be really lazy at this time.

Everyone knows the horror of the small black room, and if it is completely abandoned, it is said that it will be sent to the research department.The instructors always said to the recruits under them with terrible smiles that anyone has an irreplaceable role in the research department, anyone.

The looming rumors are the easiest to penetrate into the hearts of the people. Under the constraints of laws and punishments, the recruits quickly transform into growth.

Fortunately, today's performance was better than usual.

It only took half a quarter of an hour for the school grounds to quiet down. All the recruits were neatly dressed and assembled in front of their instructors according to their queues and affiliations.

Only half an hour.

The recruits didn't dare to show expressions on their faces, but they were inevitably a little proud in their hearts.

The instructors remained indifferent.

"Stand at attention!" The instructor's first instruction never changed.

The recruits under his command straightened up with a snap, "Long live His Majesty King Joffrey I!"

"Justice will win!!"

The clenched teeth of a hundred people shouted with all their strength, resounding through the entire school field, reaching the ears of 2 or [-] people, and it is still clearly audible.

Everyone thinks their shouts are enough to spread throughout the city, but what is the reality?
They looked at the instructor.

The instructor nodded slightly.This is already the greatest compliment.

Immediately afterwards, the slogans on the school field came and went, and each team tried its best to surpass the volume of all the teams in front.

"Long live His Majesty King Joffrey I!"

"Justice shall prevail!"

Over and over and over and over again.The sound came from the front, from behind, from the side.

What an emotional ovation.

The hearts of all the recruits were calm, they just calmly judged which team had the loudest and most stable voice, and which team had a broken voice.

After all, you have to listen to it hundreds of times a day, and even hear your companions chanting slogans in your sleep. It only takes a few days to guarantee that all fresh and interesting feelings will be completely wiped out.

But if you want to say that you are bored, it is actually not. It just becomes a familiar habit, and it is taken for granted that it is ordinary.

Just like air, bread and water, tasteless, but a necessary part of life.

Boom!
A huge drum beats.

All the recruits stood quietly, waiting for the next music.

The melodious tune gradually sounded from nowhere, some sad, some calm, some brisk, and some indescribable feelings.

In short, it is completely different from the bard's harp.

The song is called "Mother Westeros".

The prelude is over.

All sing in unison:

"Summer is over, summer is over
Winter is coming, light is coming

We have finally overcome the obstacles ahead
As for the glory and glory, be it to heaven

The golden days we had, let's leave them in a ballad
stay in the wind of victory that blows

To let you stand proudly on top of the world
For you, great mother!
we will persevere

For you, great mother!
We will return triumphantly
For you, great mother!
Shout three 'Long live' for you! '

For you, great mother!
Westeros, I will always be your child
……

summer is over, summer is over

Winter is coming, light is coming

Fighting in your tortured body, I still remember

The rushing water of the black river brings swimming fish
The dancing golden millet exudes fragrance
Red swaying apples ooze honey
Lying on your tortured body, I still remember
Winterfell, where the hot springs flow, is your outpost to guard the north
The eagle's nest towering into the clouds is your watchtower to guard the east

Riverrun, deep in the river, is the tip of your trident

Casterly Rock, which will never fall, is the mountain mine of gold you bestow
Storm's End, which calms the storm, is your toy by the sea
The high garden rich in flowers and fruits is the land where you feed your children

Sunspear City, made of sand and stone, is a tough fortress on your broken arm

And your precious orb, King's Landing surrounded by the Black River

Westeros, I will always be your child
……

summer is over, summer is over

Winter is coming, light is coming

we have set off
For you, mother!

Walking in the vast fields, I can't help

'I love you dearly...'

Walking on the endless coastline, I whisper softly

'I love you dearly...'

Trekking among the vast ice and snow, I confide silently
'I love you dearly...'

Westeros, I will always be your child
Wherever I am, you are always in my heart
until death"

It is said that the words were written by the king himself.

After the singing, the instructor's emotion only stayed for a few breaths, and then he still gave orders without hesitation, "Turn right!"

"Running posture!"

The first team of recruits is the first to enter the outermost circle of the runway.This lap takes a full thousand steps, and they have to run ten laps in a row to finish. No one can fall behind, and the team with the worst performance will cancel their breakfast.

For the recruits who train hard all day, a breakfast is the absolute lifeblood, and everyone has to be crazy about it.

When it was over, Hot Pie collapsed on top of Gendry as usual, drooling.

Compared with before, Hot Pie at this time has become much thinner and stronger, but he is still not up to the average level, and the training is still difficult.

"I figured it out, the Security Bureau is really nothing, just throw us here, with you, there is no extra benefit at all." Hot Pie kept panting heavily, still Forget taking the time to complain.

Gendry handed the breakfast box to Hot Pie, "Persevere, you won't be so tired tomorrow, we all have missions to go out."

He has been bestowed with divine grace, and he will lead the team in tomorrow's mission.

Hot Pai looked forward, "What about today's training?"

Gendry shook his head calmly, "Stand in a military posture in the morning and practice skills in the afternoon, it won't change."

Hot Pie moaned.

(End of this chapter)