Seeing that they could not escape, the two men who were pointed out simply stood up and reported their rank. However, they did not mention their abilities and characteristics. They were obviously planning to have a backup plan.
"Two heroes of the first rank, no wonder we have to be cautious." Jiang Xiuming stopped Yu Deye who wanted to ask questions. Generally speaking, he is not a tyrant type leader. Sometimes, this weak temper really cannot control the situation.
"Commander Tang, can you give me a set of power armor?" Ying Er spoke up and gave Tang Zheng a wink. She knew how to use her own advantages.
"Hey, first come, first served, right?" Ying Ernan licked his lips and stared at her, thinking about whether to use this woman to show his authority.
"If you don't want to get hurt before the game starts, try challenging me!" The woman raised her chin in a provocative gesture.
The cruel laws of the jungle have trained conquerors like vicious wolves. Once they see a flaw in their prey, they will pounce on it and bite it without hesitation, so women cannot show weakness at all.
"Everyone shut up, the transmission is completed, and the Holy Land War has officially begun!"
"Hey, wait a minute, I'm not ready yet!" Ying Ernan found that he still had a few hundred points left. He was about to spend it all, but his right hand had already disappeared.
The silver wooden horse didn't listen to the words of the toys at all. The white light lit up intensively one after another, and they all teleported away.
"Silver Trojan, damn!"
After a few seconds, the entire room was empty except for the echoes of some angry curses.
"Hmph, the show is about to begin. Come on, I have been waiting for too long. I must get this opportunity to challenge!"
Cube muttered a few words, and finally glanced at the pale white room, then disappeared with a hiss.
Before Tang Zheng's vision could be restored, he just straightened his waist and hit his head. He subconsciously leaned forward. As a result, his forehead was hit again.
"Damn it, you're cheating!"
When he saw the surrounding environment, even Tang Zheng, who was fully prepared, couldn't help but cursed unexpectedly.
This was a space with a floor area of only one square meter and a height of less than 1.85 meters. At this time, the ceiling was still slowly falling, forcing Tang Zheng to squat down.
Because he was carrying a tactical backpack, which took up a lot of space, Tang Zheng couldn't even turn around easily, so he had to put in effort to hold it against his chest.
The ceiling dropped to a height of one meter before stopping.
Tang Zheng could only remain seated, and even if he wanted to stretch his arms and legs, there was no space.
"I don't know how long they will be imprisoned. If the newcomers are treated the same way, they will be out of luck." Tang Zheng originally thought that entering the game would be a fierce battle, but he did not expect that what awaited him would be this kind of different kind of test.
Being detained like a small dark room is actually not much worse than being on the verge of death. It is like cutting flesh with a blunt knife. The longer the time goes on, the more painful it becomes.
"I hope it will end soon." Tang Zheng checked the time. Then he closed his eyes, but he didn't dare to sleep. Who knows if he will suddenly encounter any trouble?
One hour, five hours, twelve hours...
When Tang Zheng felt hungry, he realized that a whole day had passed. Even with his strong body, his muscles felt slightly sore.
Even if you maintain the same posture for a long time, the surrounding walls will always be the same color, and the air will begin to become turbid and thin. Even ordinary people can feel the slowly approaching suffocation.
This is worse than being in a coffin, because then you can lie down and save energy.
Tang Zheng tried it, and the space watch was indeed restricted. Even if he merged with the key of space and time, it could only affect himself and would have less impact on props.
Tang Zheng took out a can of tuna, opened it, pulled out the survival folding knife wrapped in the knife holster on his thigh, inserted a piece of fish meat, and tasted it slowly.
The originally comfortable temperature turned sultry and dry after a day. Tang Zheng was not so embarrassed that he was sweating profusely, but he still sweated profusely.
Maintaining a calm mind, Tang Zheng scanned the surrounding walls inch by inch. This was the fifth time he had searched for clues, but he still found nothing of value.
As time passed by, the conquerors were like Sun Wukong trapped under the Five Fingers Mountain, powerless and could only watch.
Sometimes, the crisis is not terrible, but waiting without purpose is more terrifying.
On the first day, the conquerors did not dare to sleep at all, for fear of missing some prompts, or worrying that they would not wake up in time when the teleportation arrived, and thus encounter danger.
The cruel name of the Holy Land War was too loud, and the conquerors put forth their utmost energy to deal with it, but in the end they were wasted by this soft knife.
"Is it a test of body and will?" Tantai held his knees in one hand and held chocolate in the other, chewing it slowly. He had experienced the experience of being locked up in a small dark room when he was fifteen years old. "It takes time."
, which consumes more energy. Most people would collapse within three days of being imprisoned under this kind of dim light."
Including the seven major seeds, the Trojan team that entered the Holy Land War all encountered the same problem. After surviving the first two days, most people began to maintain their usual schedule and sleep according to the time, even if they missed the news.
No longer insisting on waiting.
The rules are fair. Those few who stayed up all the time and persisted, and were lucky enough, saw the flash of writing on the wall at a certain moment. Although they didn't know what it was, they memorized it by rote.
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Some conquerors tried to attack the wall and create a passage, which resulted in the space shrinking even more, and they were suddenly too frightened to act rashly.
Not only that, this behavior also caused the team's points to drop and become negative.
On the screen of the watch, the hero list is listed, with the points of each team marked. Of course, the names of other teams are blacked out, and only the team's can be seen.
The Warhammer team is ranked in the middle, with more than 100 negative points, but the gap is not big.
After one hundred and twenty hours of suffering, teleportation finally came again.
"Or indoor space?" Tang Zheng's sense of touch was so keen. Although the air flow became slightly stronger, it was still not as strong as a natural wind.
When the curse suddenly sounded, Tang Zheng's vision recovered and he couldn't help but frown.
"Another secret room?" Tang Zheng stood up, and when he moved his body, he made a snapping sound, and there was even a weak electric arc flashing on his skin.
This is a 50-square-meter sealed room with white walls and graffiti spray-painted in many places. There is no exit except for a windowless iron door.
Twenty men and women were teleported in at the same time, six of them were moving their hands and feet and swearing in a low voice.
"A combination of conquerors and newcomers, and they are all from other teams?"
Tang Zheng had a good memory. Although he only glanced at the newlyweds in the Trojan room, he had a general impression.
The Trojan horse obviously disrupted the team, and more than one area was mixed.
Among the twenty people, ten of them clearly looked Southeast Asian.
"Is anyone there? Open the door!" Two female white-collar workers, who were obviously newcomers, ran to the iron door and kept banging on it, with panic on their faces.
"Damn it, silver is so deceiving." A man spoke in Vietnamese, but then he was shocked and quickly changed to Chinese.
After being imprisoned for five days, the conquerors' condition dropped too much, their thinking slowed down, and their flaws were revealed.
Tang Zheng's expression was expressionless. He was looking at the environment, as if he didn't notice the Vietnamese man's behavior.
The other red-haired man was shocked and wary of the Vietnamese man.
"Fight the five scum!" The Vietnamese man saw Tang Zheng's performance and felt relieved, and then regarded the red-haired man as a formidable enemy that needed attention.
With the lesson learned in the small dark room, no one attacked the wall this time, they were all looking at the environment.
The floor is paved with ceramic tiles, which feel cool when you step on them. On the right side is a washstand, next to it is a toilet, and the words "go to hell" are scrawled on the mirror.
There is a double bed with bunk beds on the left, cushioned by musty bedding. Next to it is a table with nothing but an inkwell and a quill.
There is a steel frame fixed with screws on the wall, which is regarded as a simple bookshelf and contains some large books.
"This is a fucking prison!" A burly man with a scar on his forehead cursed.
The old ceiling fan rotated slowly, making a creaking sound, and seemed about to fall down at any time.
The confined space, the unfamiliar people, and the fact that they didn't look like good guys made several new women scared, so they subconsciously stepped back and leaned against the wall.
The Vietnamese man glanced at them and licked the corner of his mouth like a greedy bear.
These women are all well dressed, especially the two white-collar women in uniforms, with their short black silk skirts, high heels and beautiful legs, plus their open necklines, exuding the smell of hormones.
After five days of imprisonment, the conquerors almost all suppressed a wildfire in their hearts and wanted to vent. The Vietnamese man took a step forward, but immediately stopped and looked at the Indian man.
The Indian man was dressed in a suit and looked elite. He walked straight towards the two most beautiful women and struck up a conversation with them.
"Slut." The Vietnamese man muttered and walked towards the female white-collar worker.
The female white-collar workers were scared and wanted to hide. Unfortunately, the Vietnamese man was too big. One wrong step and he blocked their way.
"I have a way out!" the Vietnamese man lied and grabbed the female white-collar worker's butt without politeness.
"Looks like we need to pay special attention to Indian men." Tang Zheng observed everyone and eliminated secondary targets.
The Indian man was too confident, his shirt was unbuttoned, and his Xuanwu protective clothing was exposed, as if he was afraid that others would not know his rank. He also laughed sarcastically when he heard the Vietnamese man's words, not caring whether he would offend him and lead to conflicts.
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"Please respect yourself!" The female white-collar worker stepped back and reached out to stop the Vietnamese man's hand to prevent him from taking advantage.
"Hey, I'm not telling you lies, you're all going to die soon!" the Vietnamese man threatened the female white-collar workers. Although the powerful enemies were looking around, they couldn't really take off their clothes and have a big fight, but it was fun.
