Chapter 92 This is the Chinese Soldier (Please Automatically)
As soon as I saw it, the faces of the few kidnappers suddenly changed. It was Matsushita Muramasa, lying on the ground, and had fainted. Baidu search But the assassin was still standing there with his hands behind his back, as straight as before.
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The eyes of the few kidnappers looking at He Zhenzhong became even more gloomy. It was all because this damn traitor attacked and injured their companions in a sneak attack. Otherwise, how could Matsushita Muramasa not be able to persist?
"how long it has been?"
"Sir, it's been almost four hours." The voice of an instructor was also full of incredulity. This middle-aged man is so crazy. He stood there for four hours and could actually stay motionless. It's really a terrifying willpower.
ah.
"How long until it arrives?"
"About three hours."
"Yes." The leading instructor nodded, looked at He Zhenzhong's javelin-like figure on the screen, and suddenly said: "Do you think he can stand to the end?"
"I see." A black instructor pointed at He Zhenzhong on the screen and said, "His face is already as pale as paper, and his clothes have long been soaked with sweat."
"I think so too."
The leading instructor smiled and said, "Okay, let's bet a hundred dollars."
"Then we are sure to win, hahaha."
"How embarrassing."
Three hours later.
"Bring the money."
Several instructors looked depressed, staring at He Zhenzhong who was still standing on the screen.
"Are these Chinese people made of iron?"
"That's right, did you really stand for so long? You're stupid, you can just pretend to be dizzy."
"This is the real cheater. He will not give up unless he faints." The leading instructor smiled and grabbed the money and stuffed it into his pocket. He was still muttering in his heart, if you guys
If you know that a Chinese soldier once lay in a sea of fire and did not move a muscle until he was burned to death, you will know why these Chinese people are so cruel.
"Okay, we're arriving at our destination soon. Let's get those rookies ready."
"yes."
In the cabin.
He Zhenzhong stood there with his hands behind his back, his eyes were a little blurry and his head was dizzy. But he could still persist. After all, he had just exceeded the limit of his physical strength before.
The special forces from other countries all showed more or less admiration for He Zhenzhong. Although they were elites from various countries and were proud of themselves, they could not guarantee that they could persevere after standing in the military position for so long.
Deng Deng Deng.
The sound of footsteps sounded, and a group of people quickly sat down and straightened their backs.
"Everyone, get your equipment, stand up, and start downhill immediately."
"Hurry up, hurry up."
"Go down from here and run straight along the river. It will take about two hours to reach the camp. Whoever arrives first will have the flag of his country hung on the highest flagpole, and so on. Understand
Yet?"
"clear."
Everyone quickly stood up, put on their backpacks, and hung their guns in front of their chests.
The instructor who hurt his foot and lost money before looked at He Zhenzhong and hummed: "You, be the first to go down." He was wondering if this guy would fall directly into the water and get up if he was the first to go down.
Not coming?
"Yes." He Zhenzhong moved his stiff hands and feet a few times, then put on his backpack.
"Ding, accept the side mission, the national flag fluttering in the wind. The system will reward and punish the host based on its performance."
The special forces from Japan, Vietnam, India, and the Philippines immediately sneered. After standing for so long, does this guy still have the energy to run?
"Your Chinese flag will be hung on the lowest ground, hahaha." Matsushita Muramasa, who had woken up and was almost rested, laughed and let this guy do his best and stand at the end. Now he must regret it.
But He Zhenzhong was adjusting his gun without even raising his head.
Matsushita Muramasa's face suddenly twisted. This damn Chinese dared to ignore him?
"Calm down, the instructors are all there."
"That is, when he finally runs away and the flag is hung on the ground, it will not be too late for us to laugh at him."
"right."
The special forces of the four countries have obviously temporarily united together to target He Zhenzhong, the only Chinese national.
"Prepare."
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath and walked to the cabin door.
An instructor opened the cabin door and threw a rope down.
"Hurry up, get off."
Without any hesitation, He Zhenzhong walked to the door, grabbed the rope, and quickly slid down.
But there was still some distance from the water, and the rope disappeared. He Zhenzhong let go and his body fell rapidly.
Bang, water splashed everywhere.
After stepping on a stone at the bottom of the water, He Zhenzhong squatted down with his feet, and then rushed forward, turning the momentum of the fall into forward momentum.
Wow.
The water kept splashing, and He Zhenzhong quickly rushed forward.
The instructor who was standing by the cabin and looking down changed his expression, and two words came out of his mouth, "**."
Although He Zhenzhong has been standing for so long, his body has been strengthened, especially his feet, and he has not yet reached the point where he can no longer run.
Wow, a kid also slipped down. Looking at He Zhenzhong who had already run away with all his strength, he couldn't help but raise his hand and rub his eyes. Did he see it wrong? The kid who was shot was still running so fast?
He gritted his teeth, quickly held the gun and chased after He Zhenzhong.
The water kept splashing, and one special soldier slipped down one after another, and then began to run forward desperately.
The national flag is the symbol of a country. Who doesn’t want to hang the national flag on the highest place and let it flutter in the wind?
Everyone is trying their best to move forward.
He Zhenzhong entered the water first, at the front.
However, he had exhausted too much energy before. Slowly, the people behind him followed him, and the distance became closer and closer.
The special forces from Japan, India, Vietnam, and the Philippines all had sneers on their faces. With all their strength, they kept rushing forward, getting closer and closer to He Zhenzhong.
"Damn China pig, can't it run away? Humph." Matsushita Muramasa cursed in a low voice.
"Boost."
"More than him."
"Let them hang the Chinese flag on the lowest ground."
The special forces of the four countries gritted their teeth and sped up their running speed again. They had already seen hope and were still less than two meters away from He Zhenzhong.