The fifty teams suddenly became noisy from the original silence. Some of them were discussing, some were arguing, and some were simulating various situations.
Oscar turned to look at his brother and said softly:
"Dade, what do you think?"
"The logging gun is too heavy. It requires at least two people to lift it, and they have to take turns to rest in between. It consumes too much physical strength."
"That's what I thought too, what about the flares?"
"The combat robot should be very powerful, but it only lasts five minutes. This is our only trump card. If we cannot rely on the robot to obtain the conditions for victory within these five minutes, then-"
Dud shook his head, his expression said it all.
"Then there's only one choice."
Oscar looked at the camouflage suits and night vision goggles.
"If you ask me, just grab the machine gun and do it."
As soon as Kerisa started shouting, Haomo and Bahram shook their heads at the same time, but Robin, the expert swordsman, still had the same attitude of saying nothing.
The four boys at the bottom of the hive city naturally hugged each other, and then they absorbed six boys from other hive cities and managed to form a small group.
But the problem of their group is very serious. The four people from the lower level of the hive city and the six people from the upper level hive city are difficult to understand in all aspects.
Therefore, the group was actually split from the very beginning.
"Are you going to carry it?"
Among the other six people, the tallest boy stood up. His name was Ford. He was the child of an Astra Militarum officer and often boasted to others about his "art of command".
"Hmph, looking at your thin arms and legs, I can probably crush you to death."
Kaelisa finally fought back verbally.
"Oh, your muscles can't keep you alive on the battlefield."
Faced with the ridicule of the son of an officer, Kerisa was about to refute when Bahram stood up and said calmly:
"We are all in the same boat now. There is no need to argue. If we fail, we will all fail."
"You don't need to remind me."
"Then your opinion is——"
"Let me tell you, although the machine gun has great advantages as a defensive fulcrum, it also means that we have no other way except to go straight to the stronghold from the beginning. We have to be exposed to the sight of other teams for five days. If we encounter
Teams using flares and machine guns cannot suppress combat robots, and it is even dangerous for teams carrying grenades."
"What about night vision goggles?"
"Well, although the camouflage suits and night vision goggles are very useful at night, how to spend the first day during the day is a problem. Moreover, this configuration is extremely lacking in the ability to attack difficult tasks. It is also particularly afraid of running into a team with dogs. More importantly,
Yes, we must have enough individual qualities to ensure that we will not be discovered or tracked by others when we lurk and move."
As he said that, Ford glanced at Carissa.
The word "distrust" was almost written on his face.
"What are you looking at!"
Kaelisa suddenly became angry and pulled up his sleeves to do it. Fortunately, Haoma stopped him in time.
"Then we choose protective gear?"
Although Bahram said so, he was not sure about this choice in his heart.
The other party also shook his head.
"Choosing protective gear means that we have extremely high tactical coordination and execution capabilities. Do you think we have such good coordination?"
"Stop being so pretentious."
Hao Mo made an impatient sound.
"In my opinion, as for flares, this option is more flexible. As long as we are careful in the early stage and avoid unnecessary conflicts, on the last day, the combat robot will be the key to us turning defeat into victory!"
Bahram also agrees with this choice, which at least sounds like it has a better chance of winning.
But this leads to a second problem.
"Who cares about the flare gun?"
When Kerissa said it, no one spoke.
Ford glanced at the five people behind him and then at the four people opposite him, with a smile on his face.
"Why don't you vote?"
"No!"
Kerissa immediately rejected this opinion.
"This depends on ability, not who has more followers, because we only have one trump card. If we make a mistake, everything will be lost. It must be controlled by someone who is calm and determined enough. You-"
The bald man crossed his arms with an expression of contempt.
"I can't see it."
"What did you say!"
Ford was furious, but he didn't have the courage to fight this big man.
"Anyway, I support Bahram as captain, and I can rest assured that he will be in charge of the flare gun."
"Me too."
After Hao Mo finished speaking, Robin beside him also took a step forward and expressed his attitude.
"That's not good."
Bahram said with a guilty conscience:
"I don't have that qualification."
"Then who do you think is the best captain?"
Hao Mo asked back.
"You can't always hide behind. I know you. You were the same before. Every time, you waited until Wayu and I made a mess before you stood up and told everyone what to do in the beginning! Not this time, man, we
I can no longer wait for your patience. Sometimes, you have to stand up and take responsibility."
"Am I patient?"
"Much more patient than me."
"But we all support Ford."
Five other boys from the upper echelons of the hive also came forward to support their preferred leader.
In the tense atmosphere, this small team seemed to be on the verge of collapse...
In the end, it was Bahram who gave in.
"I also support Ford."
As soon as his words came out, the other three people were stunned for a moment, and then they had weird expressions.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I support him."
"Haha! Your choice is correct. You will know this after we win."
Ford said with a smile, then squeezed out of the crowd, came to the technical sergeant, and received the flare and flare gun.
Their group was almost the last one. After all the teams had selected their extra supplies, the priest raised his scepter high and said loudly:
"Very good, may the great emperor guide you, let's set off now!"
Fifty small aircraft landed in the spacious open space. Each aircraft had a corresponding team number. The boys picked up their equipment and rushed to their vehicles.
One after another, the aircraft took off and flew towards the trial area.
Ten minutes later, as a golden firework exploded in the sky, the five-day death trial officially began.
But what the boys didn't know was that when they were discussing which supplies to choose, their every move was already being observed by Soshyan.
In the upper cabin of the Thunder Eagle [Obsidian Legacy], Soshyan was surrounded by a display screen. Each display screen was connected to a miniature camera on the collar of a team member.
The scene that just happened in Bahram's team was also captured by him.
Knowing how to advance and how to retreat is extremely difficult for a boy who is full of energy. After all, at their age and with such outstanding talents, it is much easier to fight than to give in.
At this time, the door to the cabin suddenly opened, and Sol and Yazdan walked in together.
"Chapter Commander, they have all successfully entered the trial area."
"Well, then let's take a good look... who will be the winner."