Vientiane Throne of Civilization

Chapter 905: Silence
The Royal Guards have a separate canteen in the palace, and meals start at 6:30. After finishing training at 6 o'clock, they have half an hour to take a shower, change clothes, and rest before they can eat.

The daily meal combinations are determined by the canteen and you cannot order the dishes.

According to Zhou Xu's thinking, for the soldiers, eating is also a part of training. Their diet emphasizes a balanced nutrition and replenishing the energy consumed throughout the day.

The menu for each day is basically determined.

If the soldiers are allowed to order their food, they will only pick what they like. How can we ensure that they have a balanced diet?
Today Locke also ate with them. Holding the tray, after a round of food was served, he looked at the food on the tray with an expression that made him want to say something but was hesitant.

Seeing the other person's expression, John felt a little confused.

Although their cafeteria has fixed meals, both the chef's skills and the daily dishes are much better than those in the cafeterias outside the Great Zhou. It is not comparable to the food in their village. Is their clan leader still not satisfied?
"Chief, is this food not to your liking?"

"No."

Locke shook his head and looked at John with a strange expression.

"Didn't we say we were going to have braised pig's trotters today?"

"!!!"

At that moment, John felt his brain was shaking.

Sean, who was sitting on the other side, asked casually.

"Why? Chief, do you want to eat braised pig's trotters?"

John's heart skipped a beat when he heard this, and he coughed twice before Locke or Sean could speak again.

"Well, maybe the pork trotters in the market are sold out today. I also like braised chicken nuggets. I'm tired after a day, so I'd better eat quickly and rest early after eating."

At this moment, John just wanted to get over this topic as quickly as possible.

But Sean didn't receive his signal and was about to say something.

Then he found that John's hand was on his head. He raised his head, and the look in his eyes as if he was looking at a dead person made Sean's heart tremble.

Although he still didn't understand what was going on, there was only one thing he was very clear about, and that was that he should shut up.

The meal was finished quickly, and by the time they returned to the dormitory, it was almost dark.

In this era, there was nothing much to do at night, not to mention the tiring training during the day. Except for those on night duty, the rest of the soldiers basically just wanted to sleep when they returned to the dormitory, as they had to continue training the next day.

Locke had no difficulty adapting to this.

However, at four o'clock the next morning...

Along with a burst of rapid whistles, Locke, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, heard a muffled "bang" sound. Sion, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, seemed to have his biological instincts aroused, and his whole body jumped up from the bed. The movement woke Locke up on the spot.

Locke, who had no idea what was going on, was still confused when the soldiers, including Sean, rushed out of the dormitory like crazy.

"No, it's just now. Where are you going?"

While shouting, Locke, subconsciously thinking that something had happened, quickly ran outside.

He had only run two steps when he could hear the voices of Sean and the others from the open space outside the dormitory building.

"Team one is assembled!"

"Team Two is assembled!"

"Team Three..."

"..."

At the same time, John stood there with a police whistle around his neck and wearing a training suit.

"Everyone, turn right! Run!"

Under Locke's almost confused gaze, the wood elf soldiers actually started running.

I looked up at the dark sky. It was the middle of the night, what kind of wind was blowing?

Locke was completely confused for a moment and couldn't help but look for John. "What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Emergency assembly training."

"..."

"If we encounter any unexpected situation, for example, the enemy suddenly attacks us while we are sleeping, we must gather as quickly as possible and resist the enemy's attack. This is what we are training for."

Having said that, John gave another explanation.

"Of course, considering that everyone has to train during the day, this training is generally not held until one or two in the middle of the night, but usually around four o'clock."

"Usually our morning training time in the summer is 5:30, so today we started training an hour and a half earlier, and also ended training an hour and a half earlier in the morning."

Locke roughly understood this emergency assembly training, but there were still some things he didn't understand.

"No, these brats don't mind torturing them like this?"

According to Locke's idea, if this happened in the past, these brats would have made a huge fuss, right?
John smiled at this.

"No problem, everyone even likes it."

"..."

"It's hot in the summer, it's cool at this time."

Locke couldn't sleep at the moment. Looking at the wood elf soldiers running towards him, he simply took this opportunity to ask John about the questions in his mind.

"You don't practice like that every day, do you?"

"that is not."

Locke breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the answer. It turned out that he was overthinking.

As a result, John's next words completely silenced him.

"There is one rest day a week. Apart from that, the training program is different every day. After all, both the body and the mind need rest."

"So we split the training for these two areas to give both the mind and body some time to rest. At the same time, the specific training items are also different every day."

"..."

Locke was silent. It was hard to imagine that these brats, whom he had watched grow up, would actually do this.

But the facts were already before him, and he had no choice but to believe it.

Locke originally wanted to stay here for four or five days before leaving, but seeing how motivated these younger generations in the tribe had become, he couldn't stay any longer, so after resting for two days, he set out on his return journey.

At the same time, in New Taipei City.

Compared with the New South District, which now has well-equipped facilities, the New North District was much more shabby.

According to Zhou Xu's plan, this place has to undergo drastic reconstruction. Under such circumstances, the lives of the people here are generally hard.

Fortunately, under the policies of the Great Zhou, they had basically no worries about food and clothing, so they did not cause any trouble. At most, a group of people gathered there to complain.

Today was no different. During the lunch break at noon, a group of people gathered together, drinking herbal tea and complaining about the hardships of their current lives.

Just then, an old man who was dressed simply but very clean and tidy came over and attracted everyone's attention.

"Hello everyone, I am Kong Daqian, the Minister of the National Religion Propaganda Department. After work today, our National Religion will have a speech in the open space next to it. Are you interested in learning more about our National Religion?"

"Oh, and by the way, after the speech, you can line up to get a free boiled egg."

State religion? What the hell? The workers had no interest in it.

But they are very interested in the free boiled eggs!

(End of this chapter)