Throne of Vientiane Civilization

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

The daily meal combination is determined by the canteen, and they cannot order dishes.

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

The menu for each day is basically determined.

If the soldiers are allowed to order dishes, they will only choose what they like to eat. How can we ensure that they can have a balanced nutrition?

Today, Locke also ate with them. He held the plate and a round of meals was served. Looking at the food on the plate, Locke looked hesitant.

Seeing the other party's expression, John was also a little confused.

Although their canteen has fixed meals, the chef's skills and daily dishes are much better than those in the canteens outside Da Zhou, and they are not comparable to the food in their village. Is their chief still not satisfied?

"Chief, is this food not to your taste?"

"No."

Locke shook his head, and then looked at John with a strange look.

"Didn't you say that we would eat braised pig's trotters today?"

"!!!"

At that moment, John felt his brain trembling.

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

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

John's heart twitched when he heard this, and he coughed twice before Locke or Sean spoke again.

"That. Maybe the pig's trotters in the market are sold out today. I also like braised chicken nuggets. I'm tired all day, so I'd better eat quickly and rest early after eating."

At this time, John just wanted to get rid of this topic as quickly as possible.

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

As a result, he found that John's hand was already on his head. He raised his head, and the look in his eyes, as if 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 knew very well, that is, he should shut up.

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

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

Locke didn't have any difficulty adapting to this.

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

Accompanied by a burst of rapid whistles, Locke, who was sleeping on the lower bunk, only heard a muffled sound of "dong", and Sean, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, seemed to have stimulated biological instincts, and his whole body jumped up directly from the bed, and the movement scared Locke on the spot.

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

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

While shouting, Locke, who subconsciously thought something had happened, also ran outside.

He had just run two steps, and the voices of Sean and others were heard in the open space outside the dormitory building.

"Team one is assembled!"

"Team two is assembled!"

"Team three..."

"..."

At the same time, John was standing there with a whistle hanging around his neck and wearing a training suit.

"Everyone, turn right! Run!"

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

Looking up at the dark sky, what kind of wind is blowing in the middle of the night?

For a moment, Locke was completely confused and couldn't help but find John.

"What are you doing in the middle of the night?"

"Emergency assembly training."

"..."

"If there is any emergency, for example, the enemy suddenly attacks us while we are sleeping, we must assemble as quickly as possible and then resist the enemy's attack. This is the training for this."

At this point, John explained.

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

"Usually, our morning training time in summer is 5:30, today it is equivalent to starting training an hour and a half earlier, and ending training an hour and a half earlier in the morning."

Locke roughly understood this emergency assembly training, but there was still something he couldn't figure out.

"No, these brats don't mind if we torture them like this?"

According to Locke's idea, if this happened in the past, wouldn't these brats make a scene?

In response, John smiled slightly.

"No problem, everyone even likes it."

"..."

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

Locke couldn't sleep at this moment, and seeing the wood elf soldiers running, he simply took this opportunity to ask John about his problem.

"You don't do the same training every day?"

"That's not it."

Locke was relieved to hear this answer, he really thought too much.

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

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

"So we split the training for these two areas, so that both the spirit and the body have time to rest. At the same time, the specific training programs every day are also different."

"..."

Locke was silent. It was hard to imagine that these bad boys who he had watched grow up would actually do this.

But the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but believe it.

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

At the same time, in the New North District.

Compared with the well-equipped New South District, the New North District is much more shabby.

According to Zhou Xu's plan, this place needs to be rebuilt drastically. Under such circumstances, the lives of the people here are generally hard.

Fortunately, under the policies of the Great Zhou, they can basically have no worries about food and clothing, so there is no trouble. At most, a group of people gathered there to complain.

Today is the same. Taking advantage of the noon break, a group of people gathered together, drinking herbal tea, and complaining about the hardship of life.

At this time, 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 director of the National Education Propaganda Department. After work today, our National Education will have a speech in the open space next to it. Are you interested in learning about our National Education?"

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

National Education? What the hell? The workers have no interest at all.

But for free boiled eggs, they are very interested!