The shrill whistle echoed over the Training Camp. All the recruits on the field scattered and fled in every direction, while the orderlies behind them grinned viciously and gave chase.
A massive, perilous pursuit had begun.
Lin Qiye and the others stood in the empty field and finally began talking.
"Qiye, we got up this early just to stand here for a while?" Baili Pangpang yawned. "It's only three in the morning... I was practically falling asleep on my feet."
"It's the first day of training. Only if all of us show up can we establish enough authority," An Qingyu explained. "But there's nothing else for us to do after this. We just need to prepare lunch for them at ten."
"Qingyu, how did the menu you discussed with the instructors last night turn out?" Lin Qiye asked, seeming to recall something.
"It's mostly settled, but it's a bit troublesome to make." An Qingyu shrugged. "We have to make sure the food provides enough nutrition for the recruits' training needs, while also making sure it tastes awful... Isn't that too complicated? Do we really need to go that far?"
"We do." Lin Qiye nodded decisively. "Most of these recruits used to live comfortable lives without worrying about food or clothing. They haven't suffered much. But if they truly go to war, there won't be such plentiful, delicious meals waiting for them...
"We need to lower their standards for acceptable food here. That way, if they end up in extreme conditions, their chances of survival will be higher."
"But they're still recruits. Even if war really comes, the more experienced Night Watchmen will be the first to enter the battlefield. At most, these recruits will replace veteran soldiers and guard the various cities... They may not actually go to war," Cao