To Li Wei's surprise, these raw recruits assembled far faster than he had expected after hearing the bell.
If Tiger knew what he was thinking right now, he would probably grin smugly and say:
"Boss, maybe you've slept too much these past few years and never noticed. Every morning, the moment that busted iron bell of ours in Zelandia rings, everyone trots off to work the mines as willingly as mules."
There was no other reason. Their biological clocks had simply been set.
More than half of these recruits were former miners who had moved over from Zelandia. The moment they heard the bell in the morning, they instinctively grabbed their tools and rushed outside. Then, once out the door, they smacked their foreheads. Right—there were no mines to dig on the surface. Damn, this felt so unfamiliar.
As for the Silvermoon immigrants, over the past half month or so, they had gradually gotten used to reporting for work at the sound of the bell as well. After all, being late meant having their wages docked.
Besides, they had all been bankrupt farmers before, and having only just arrived, they generally kept a cautious, low-profile attitude.
On their first day in the army, no one wanted to be dragged out and made an example of as a troublemaker.
Still, with nearly four thousand people all crammed at once into a valley amid the Griffon Mountains, things inevitably looked rather chaotic. In just this short while, Herbert's feet had been stepped on at least five or six times, and he had been bumped so hard his head spun.
Yet even as he felt somewhat embarrassed, he also found it hard to believe.
Ten years ago, he had served with the Silvermoon City cavalry. Though he had been the sort of lowly