People felt Zhao Yuan's steely willpower, and if he forced his way out, he would definitely clash with Zhao Yuan.

For soldiers, confinement is not only a stain on their military career, but more importantly, an unbearable loneliness.

No one wants to risk being locked up for the sake of a chef.

In the army, mistakes have been made, and they would rather be subjected to some corporal punishment, or manual labor, or something like that, than be locked up.

Under the countless gazes, the fat man shed tears of humiliation, stuffed the spitted thick phlegm rice into his mouth one by one, and vomited while stuffing......

Suddenly, the fat man's eyes lit up and he stopped eating.

At the door of the cafeteria, the figure of the instructor appeared, and at this time, the instructor with a dark face and a serious expression became the savior of the fat man. Although the fat man looked at the instructor, he didn't dare to say anything, and he still looked afraid, for fear that Zhao Yuan would suddenly press his head into the rice bowl.

The instructor strode towards Zhao Yuan, and soon, he walked to Zhao Yuan's side.

"You can skip it, but, I promise, you'll regret it!" Zhao Yuan ignored the instructor beside him and said lightly to the fat man.

The fat man still didn't eat, and looked at the instructor with his eyes begging for help.

"Zhao Yuan!" the instructor suddenly shouted.

"Here!" Zhao Yuan stood upright, his face expressionless.

"Okay, yes, I made trouble on the first day of reporting today, do you want to give me a dismount?" the instructor sneered.

"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, but today, just now, there is a chef who actually spits in the meal of an emperor in front of everyone, is it unbearable!" 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 out the glory of the emperor, and he had to pursue it.

Of course, if the instructor still doesn't believe it, you can ask other soldiers and let them swear by the honor of soldiers, and they will naturally know the truth of the matter. ”

Zhao Yuan's move forced all the soldiers to have no room for maneuver.

The instructor was not a dull person, but he just glanced at the looks on the faces of the soldiers around him, and naturally knew that what Zhao Yuan said was true.

"Well, even if you have a reason, do you know the rules of the Tieling Barracks?"

"I don't know what to do. "Zhao Yuan is very single.

"Private fights and brawls are strictly forbidden in Tieling, and those who violate the order are at least confined to prison, are you guilty?"

"Zhao Yuan violated military discipline and was willing to accept punishment. ”

"Okay, Guard......"

"Lord Instructor, Zhao Yuan is willing to accept punishment, but this chef offends the majesty of the soldiers, and he must be severely punished...... Seeing two wolf-like guards walking towards him, Zhao Yuan hurriedly said.

"At this time, I have my own measure, and I don't need you to teach me. The instructor sneered.

"Instructor, when a man does things, he must stand up to the sky, the dead fat man just now promised to eat that bowl of rice, otherwise, I would have killed him a long time ago, and now, if he doesn't eat, he will break his promise and get fat, Zhao Yuan is not convinced!"

"Hmph!" the instructor snorted coldly and motioned for the guards to take Zhao Yuan away.

"Dead fatty, Lao Tzu will be carried with you, I will come back!" Zhao Yuan didn't struggle, and when he was carried away by the two guards, he just shouted viciously at the fat cook.

"A bunch of rubbish!"

The instructor's face was pale, he glanced at the chef who was not giving up, and then glared fiercely at a group of soldiers who were training, threw down a sentence, and brushed his sleeves away.

The words left by the instructor made all the soldiers in the training camp change their colors.

Zhao Yuan was taken to the confinement room, and when he entered the confinement room, all his belongings were searched.

The Sumeru Ring was not searched, because, during the search, Zhao Yuan hid the Sumeru Ring under his tongue, and all of Zhao Yuan's belongings were in the Sumeru Ring, and he would never allow the Sumeru Ring to be taken away, even if it was to kill Tieling, he would not hesitate to do so.

"Get in!" the two guards kicked Zhao Yuan into the dirty confinement room.

"Phew"

With a heavy sound, the thick and corroded iron door of the confinement room shut, and the violent impact shook the rusted iron foam on the iron door, and the air was filled with dust.

Before Zhao Yuan could stand firmly, a foul smell came to his face.

With the faint light that came in from the two ventilated hollows above his head that were no bigger than a fist, Zhao Yuan began to look at this legendary confinement room.

It was a small room of less than five square meters, and there was a bed in the room, and the bed had sheets and cotton wool or something, wrapped in a ball, and it looked like a pile of moldy bean dregs, and the pungent musty smell could be smelled from afar. The walls are made of green bricks, carved with some chaotic symbols, among which, in addition to some figurative pictures of the Spring Palace, are some extremely exaggerated patterns and symbols in order to express emotions, the huge word "kill", and the extremely impactful fighting pictures, which at first glance give people a thrilling feeling.

It seems that there have been a lot of "artists" in this prison.

In the corner, there was a toilet without a lid, and the yellow and white thing in the toilet was almost overflowing, and the suffocating and disgusting stench came from the toilet.

Looking at this environment, Zhao Yuan could only smile bitterly.

Although he thought of all kinds of possibilities, he never expected to be locked up on the first day of training camp.

"Monk, this place is not a place for people to stay!" Zhao Yuan pulled the Tianxin monk out to complain, recently, the Tianxin monk devoured Lu Naluo's spirit of death, and was cultivating frantically, so he had no time to take care of Zhao Yuan.

"The monk was busy and flashed. ”

"Hey, monk, wait......"

"Dead monk!"

Monk Tianxin just said a word and disappeared without a trace, and even if Zhao Yuan scolded him, he didn't come out.

Zhao Yuan scolded the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the Tianxin monk, and then he balanced a little, and sat on the wet bed, thinking about how to spend this difficult fifteen days.

Originally, Zhao Yuan could practice to kill time, but Zhao Yuan didn't want to spend all his time practicing, besides, he had already seen some clues about the cultivation method of "Ten Thousand Enemies", and that kind of traditional retreat cultivation had no practical significance.

"If you want to make Lao Tzu sad, Lao Tzu wants to live well!"

Looking at the toilet that was about to overflow, Zhao Yuan was secretly ruthless, and his head was running at high speed. What Lao Tzu has is money, and it is not easy to do whatever he wants.

"Pengpeng Peng......" After Zhao Yuan took out more than 100,000 imperial coins from the Sumeru ring and put them on his body, he immediately kicked the iron door, and the iron gate made an earth-shattering impact sound, which echoed in the corridor for a long time.

"You want to die!"

"Boy, are you impatient!"

"Who is this guy?"

“……”

……

Listening to the scolding voices around him, Zhao Yuan was stunned, he always thought that he was alone here, and he didn't use "quiet" to search the environment at all, and he didn't expect that there were still many people in this suffocatingly quiet place.

"Ahem...... Are you all in confinement?" Zhao Yuan quickly came back to his senses and asked.

"You're stupid, who doesn't live here, you think this is a resort!"

"***, there are more and more fools here in Tieling......"

Zhao Yuan's voice provoked a burst of scolding from everyone, people seemed to find a rare place to vent, and the scolding came and went, enduring, and scolded the eighteenth generation of Zhao Yuan's ancestors over and over again.

"Could this be retribution?" Zhao Yuan thought of scolding the Tianxin monk just now.

After scolding for an hour, people seemed to be tired of scolding, and one by one they were quiet again, without the slightest sound. Zhao Yuan felt that he seemed to be the only one left in this confinement room.

Subconsciously, Zhao Yuan searched with "Jing", he wanted to see how many people were locked up in this place.

If you don't search, Zhao Yuan was startled, his "quiet" didn't feel the slightest sign of life, and those people seemed to have disappeared out of thin air. (To be continued)

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