People felt that Zhao Yuan's iron willpower would definitely lead to conflict with Zhao Yuan if he forced his way forward.
For soldiers, confinement is not only a stain on their military career, but more importantly, it is an unbearable loneliness.
No one wants to risk imprisonment for a chef.
In the army, if you make a mistake, you would rather receive some corporal punishment or manual labor than be locked up in solitary confinement.
Under countless gazes, the fat man shed tears of humiliation and stuffed the spitted rice into his mouth one by one, vomiting while stuffing it...
Suddenly, the fat man's eyes lit up and he stopped eating.
At the door of the cafeteria, the instructor appeared. At this time, the instructor with a dark face and a serious expression became Fatty's savior. Although Fatty looked at the instructor, he did not dare to express anything and still had a look of fear on his face.
, for fear that Zhao Yuan would suddenly press his head into the rice bowl.
The instructor strode towards Zhao Yuan, and soon he came to Zhao Yuan's side.
"You don't have to eat, but I promise, you will regret it!" Zhao Yuan ignored the instructor beside him and said to the fat man calmly.
The fat man still didn't eat, and looked at the instructor with pleading eyes.
"Zhao Yuan!" the instructor shouted suddenly.
"Here!" Zhao Yuan stood at attention, his face expressionless.
"Okay, that's good. You caused trouble on the first day of reporting today. Do you want to give me a showdown?" the instructor sneered.
"Master instructor, I am a soldier of the Great Qin Empire. I shoulder the heavy responsibility of defending the country. As a soldier, I have a strong sense of honor and mission. However, today, just now, a chef actually appeared in front of everyone.
It is unbearable to spit into the food of an imperial soldier!" Zhao Yuan looked at the instructor and said loudly.
"...Is this serious?" The instructor obviously didn't know the ins and outs of the matter, but Zhao Yuan brought up the glory of the imperial soldier, so he had to pursue it.
"Master instructor, Zhao Yuan swears as a soldier of the empire. If he lies in the slightest, he will be struck by lightning! Of course, if you still don't believe it, instructor, you can ask other soldiers and ask them to swear with the honor of soldiers. Then you will know.
The truth of the matter."
Zhao Yuan's move forced all the soldiers without any room for maneuver.
The instructor was not a dull person. He just took a look at the expressions on the faces of the surrounding soldiers and naturally knew that what Zhao Yuan said was true.
"Well, even if you have a reason, do you know the rules of Tieling Military Camp?"
"I don't know." Zhao Yuan was very single.
"Private fights are strictly prohibited in Tieling. Those who violate the order will at least be detained. Do you know your crime?"
"Zhao Yuan violated military discipline and is willing to accept punishment."
"Okay, guard..."
"Master instructor, Zhao Yuan is willing to accept punishment. However, this chef has offended the dignity of the military and must be severely punished..." Zhao Yuan said hurriedly when he saw two wolf-like guards approaching him.
"I know my own rules at this time, I don't need you to teach me." The instructor sneered.
"Sir, instructor, a man must be upright when doing things. That fat guy just promised to eat that bowl of rice, otherwise, I would have killed him long ago. Now, if he doesn't eat, he will break his promise and get fat. Zhao Yuan refuses to accept it!"
"Hmph!" The instructor snorted coldly and motioned for the guards to take Zhao Yuan away.
"Damn fat man, I'll carry it with you. I'll be back!" Zhao Yuan didn't struggle. When he was carried away by two guards, he just yelled fiercely at the fat chef.
"A bunch of trash!"
The instructor's face was ashen, he glanced at the distracted chef, then glared at the training soldiers, said a word, and walked away.
The instructor's words made all the soldiers in training change their expressions.
Zhao Yuan was taken to the solitary room. When he entered the solitary room, everything on his body was searched.
The Sumeru Ring was not taken away because, during the search, Zhao Yuan hid the Sumeru Ring under his tongue. All of Zhao Yuan’s belongings were in the Sumeru Ring and he would never allow the Sumeru Ring to be taken away.
Go, even if you have to fight your way out of Tieling, you won't hesitate.
"Go in!" Two guards kicked Zhao Yuan into the dirty confinement room.
"Bang"
With a heavy sound, the thick, rusted iron door of the confinement room was closed. The violent impact knocked off the rusted iron foam on the iron door, filling the air with dust.
Before Zhao Yuan could stand firm, a stench hit his face.
With the faint light coming from the two ventilation holes above his head, which were no bigger than his fist, Zhao Yuan began to look at this legendary confinement room.
This is a small room of less than five square meters. There is a bed in the room. There are quilts and the like on the bed, which are wrapped in a ball. It looks like a pile of moldy bean dregs. You can smell the pungent mold from a distance.
The smell. The walls are made of blue bricks, with some random symbols carved on them. Among them, in addition to some vivid erotic pictures, there are also some extremely exaggerated patterns and symbols to express emotions, huge "kill" characters, and extremely rich characters.
The impactful fighting scenes give people a thrilling feeling at first glance.
It seems that many "artists" have been imprisoned in this prison.
In the corner, there was a toilet without a lid. The yellow and white stuff in the toilet was almost overflowing. The suffocating stench came from the toilet.
Looking at this environment, Zhao Yuan could only smile bitterly.
Although he thought of various possibilities, he never imagined that he would be placed in solitary confinement on the first day he entered the training camp.
"Monk, this place is not a place for people to stay!" Zhao Yuan pulled Monk Tianxin out to complain. Recently, Monk Tianxin devoured Lunaluo's spirit of death and was cultivating crazily. He had no time to care about Zhao Yuan.
"The monk was very busy and got away."
"Hey, monk, wait..."
"Dead monk!"
Monk Tianxin just said a word and then disappeared without a trace, even though Zhao Yuan cursed loudly and did not come out.
Zhao Yuan scolded all the eighteen generations of Monk Tianxin's ancestors before he regained his balance. He sat on the wet bed and thought about how to spend these fifteen difficult days.
Originally, Zhao Yuan could practice martial arts to kill time, but Zhao Yuan did not want to spend all his time on practicing martial arts. Besides, he had already seen some clues about the training method of "Ten Thousand Enemies", the traditional retreat.
Cultivation has no practical significance.
"If you want me to be sad, I want to live a good life!"
Looking at the toilet that was about to overflow, Zhao Yuan secretly felt cruel and his mind was racing at high speed. Hey, money can make all the difference! I have a lot of money, so whatever I want to do is not easy.
"Pengpengpeng..." After Zhao Yuan took out more than 100,000 imperial coins from the Xumi Ring and put it on his body, he immediately kicked the iron door wildly. The iron door made an earth-shattering crashing sound that echoed in the corridor for a long time.
"You want to fucking die!"
"Boy, are you impatient with life?"
"Who is this guy?"
"..."
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Zhao Yuan was stunned when he heard the curses coming and going all around him. He had always thought that he was the only one here, and he didn't use "quiet" to search the environment at all. He didn't expect that there were many people in this suffocatingly quiet place.
"Ahem...Are you all in solitary confinement?" Zhao Yuan quickly came to his senses and asked.
"You are stupid. Whoever lives here has nothing to do. You think this is a resort!"
"Damn it, there are more and more idiots in Tieling..."
Zhao Yuan's voice caused everyone to curse again. It seemed that it was rare for people to find a place to vent their anger. The curses kept coming and going for a long time, and the eighteen generations of Zhao Yuan's ancestors were scolded all over again.
"Is this retribution?" Zhao Yuan thought of scolding Monk Tianxin just now.
After scolding for a full hour, people seemed tired of scolding, and everyone became quiet again without making any sound. Zhao Yuan felt as if he was the only one left in the solitary room again.
Subconsciously, Zhao Yuan searched with "quiet". He wanted to see how many people were locked up in this place.
If he didn't search, it would be fine. When he searched, Zhao Yuan was shocked. His "Jing" could not feel the slightest sign of life, and those people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.