It was just daybreak, crystal dewdrops hung on the grass leaves, and the morning breeze was still cool.
In the military camp, several petty officials walked to the front of the barracks, looked at each other, and struck the gongs in their hands. The sound of the gongs spread outside the camp, scaring away the small animals drinking water by the pond and frightening away the birds resting on the branches.
As soon as the gong sounded, the old soldier in the barracks jumped up, opened the mosquito net, and put on his clothes and shoes in a swift motion. He walked to the table, grabbed the pottery pot, tilted his head back and took a big gulp. He wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth, turned around and saw several night watchmen still snoring and reluctant to get up. He immediately sharpened his eyes, grabbed them with his big hands, and pulled them off the couch one by one.
With a few thumps, the tall man fell to the ground. He was not injured, but he was completely awake.
"Did I tell you before? Get up when the gong sounds! Still sleeping? Do you want to be whipped?!"
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