Game of Thrones: I Created the Magic Web

Chapter 95: A Recruit's Daily Life

The night gradually brightened.

A dim blue light softly illuminated the land and the tents. The clear sky was without a single cloud, and hanging there was not the sun, but a round, bright moon.

The breeze was silent, the bonfire burned quietly. No one moved or spoke, and the distance was also asleep.

What a quiet, good time.

Tens of thousands of recruits were still soundly asleep, recovering the strength and spirit they had expended yesterday.

But a figure walked to the center of the camp, raised a long, slender shadow in the dim light, and blew a mournful call.

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

Wake up, fight. That's what the horn said.

Pairs of eyes snapped open, pairs of hands immediately and skillfully picked up clothes, trousers, and belts from the dim bedding, pairs of legs neatly slipped into trousers and boots, and then they rushed towards the tent entrance, charging out without looking back.

Clang ~ Clang ~

An even more piercing gong sounded at the entrance of each tent. The soldier waking people up used a long gong mallet to lift the thick curtain of the tent door, "Lazybones! Hurry up and crawl out of your warm dung heaps, didn't you enjoy enough last night?"

"If you're not even enthusiastic about 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 suddenly died outside last night, pray that all the adults have gone mad and give you a day off."

"… …"

The reprimands that new recruits who were slow or slept more soundly heard every day were almost all different.

In their spare time, the recruits would even compare which camp was scolded the worst, the most interestingly, and even selected the two most popular people who woke them up, the most hurtful "needle tongue," and the "mute" who expressed the deepest contempt with their eyes.

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

The horror of the small dark room was already well known, and if they were completely abandoned, it was said that they would be sent to the research department. The instructors always said to the recruits under their command with a terrible smile that everyone had an irreplaceable role in the research department, anyone.

Vague rumors are most likely to penetrate people's hearts. Under the constraints of laws and punishments, the recruits quickly transformed and grew.

Fortunately, today's performance was better than usual.

In just a quarter of an hour, the training ground had quieted down, and all the recruits were already neatly dressed in armor, gathered in their teams and affiliations in front of their instructors.

Only a quarter of an hour.

The recruits didn't dare to show any expression on their faces, but they couldn't help but feel a little proud in their hearts.

The instructors, however, remained unmoved.

"Attention!" The instructor's first instruction never changed.

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

"Justice will prevail!!"

The full-throated shouts of a hundred people, gritting their teeth, resounded throughout the training ground, and were still clearly audible in the ears of one or two thousand people.

Everyone felt that their shouts were enough to spread throughout the city, but what was the actual situation?

They looked at the instructor.

The instructor nodded slightly. This was already the greatest praise.

Immediately afterwards, the slogans on the training ground rose and fell, each team trying its best to exceed the volume of all the teams in front.

"Long live King Joffrey I!"

"Justice will prevail!"

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

What an emotional and enthusiastic cheer.

The recruits' hearts were calm, only calmly judging which team had the loudest and steadiest voice, and which team had someone cracking their voice.

After all, they had to listen to it hundreds of times every day, and even heard their companions shouting slogans in their sleep. After only a few days, they were guaranteed that all the fresh and interesting feelings would be completely wiped out.

But to say they were annoyed, that wasn't really the case. It had just become a familiar habit, taken for granted, returned to the ordinary.

Just like air, bread, and water, bland and tasteless, but an essential part of life.

Dong!

A huge drum sounded.

All the recruits stood quietly, waiting for the music to follow.

A melodious tune gradually sounded from nowhere, somewhat sad, somewhat peaceful, somewhat lighthearted, and some indescribable feeling.

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

This song is called "Mother Westeros."

The prelude is over.

Everyone sang in unison:

"Summer is gone, summer is gone

Winter is coming, the light will rest

We have finally overcome the obstacles ahead

As for the glory, let it belong to heaven

Let the golden years we once had remain in song after song

Remaining in that headwind of victory

In order to make you stand proudly on top of the world

For you, great mother!

We will persevere

For you, great mother!

We will eventually return in triumph

For you, great mother!

Shout 'Long live!' three times for you

For you, great mother!

Westeros, I will always be your child

… …

Summer is gone, summer is gone

Winter is coming, the light will rest

Fighting on your suffering body, I still remember

The rushing Blackwater brings fish

The dancing golden millet exudes fragrance

The swaying red apple oozes honey

Lying on your suffering body, I still remember

Winterfell, where hot springs flow, is your outpost guarding the north

The Eyrie, towering into the clouds, is your watchtower guarding the east

Riverrun, with its turbulent waters, is the tip of your Trident

Casterly Rock, which never falls, is the mountain and mine you bestow with gold

Storm's End, which stops the storm, is your toy placed by the sea

Highgarden, rich in fruits and flowers, is the land where you feed your children

Sunspear, cast in sand and stone, is the tenacious fortress on your severed arm

And your cherished pearl, King's Landing, surrounded by the Blackwater

Westeros, I will always be your child

… …

Summer is gone, summer is gone

Winter is coming, the light will rest

We have already set off

For you, mother!

Walking in the vast fields, I can't help but

'I love you… …'

Strolling on the endless coastline, I whispered

'I love you… …'

Wading through the vast ice and snow, I silently confide

'I love you… …'

Westeros, I will always be your child

Wherever I am, you are always in my heart

Until death do us part"

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

After the singing ended, the instructor's emotions only lingered for a few breaths, and then he still issued orders without hesitation, "Right turn!"

"Running stance!"

The first team of recruits took the lead in entering the outermost track. This lap was a full thousand steps, and they had to run ten laps in a row to complete it, and no one could fall behind. The team with the worst performance would have their breakfast canceled.

For the recruits who trained hard all day, a breakfast was an absolute lifeline, and everyone had to compete madly for it.

At the end, Hot Pie collapsed on Gendry as usual, drooling.

Compared to before, Hot Pie was much thinner and stronger at this time, but he still couldn't reach the average level, and training was still difficult.

"I figure, see, come out, the Security Bureau really, is nothing, just, threw us, here, with you, guys, extra, benefits, not a single, one."

Hot Pie kept panting, and didn't forget to complain in between.

Gendry handed the breakfast box to Hot Pie, "Hang in there, it won't be so tiring tomorrow. We all have outside missions."

He had been granted divine grace and would lead the team in tomorrow's mission.

Hot Pie looked forward to it, "Then today's training?"

Gendry shook his head calmly, "Morning standing in military posture, afternoon practicing skills, unchanged."

Hot Pie sighed again and again.

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