"I think the host will like it. Baidu search gives Literary Network "
Hearing the voice of the system in his mind, He Zhenzhong returned to the team and opened his backpack. He immediately saw a simple and graceful bow inside, lying there quietly, emitting a faint cold light and revealing an order.
The intense murderous aura that makes one's heart palpitate.
He Zhenzhong picked up the Dragon Tooth Sword. It felt very good in his hand. The position and fit of the handle and the weight were also very suitable. It was as if it was tailor-made for him.
Holding it, he waved it gently, making a whirring sound, and a cold light flashed past.
He picked up the military helmet equipped with the special operations brigade in his left hand and touched it lightly.
when.
His expression changed instantly. The dragon tooth head was intact, but there was a soybean-sized gap on the edge of the head blade equipped by the special operations brigade.
This, He Zhenzhong took a deep breath, is indeed a good thing.
"Host, come on, the further you go, the more good things will come."
"That's right." He Zhenzhong smiled.
After the flag-raising ceremony, the sky over the entire Warrior School was filled with national flags from various countries, and the flags of various colors fluttered and whirred in the wind.
The most eye-catching thing is naturally the highest five-star red flag.
"If you want your flag to rise to the highest position, then defeat him." The principal of Warrior School pointed at He Zhenzhong.
Suddenly, dozens of gazes fell on He Zhenzhong, full of provocation.
He Zhenzhong didn't pay attention to those people's gazes. He just held the dragon tooth head tightly and kept his eyes on the national flag. He just felt that that position was very suitable for flying the five-star red flag.
"Everyone has it, training ground, ggg."
"Quick, quick."
Da da da.
The bullets came flying, causing the soil to fly.
puff.
The guy running at the end slowed down and was hit by a bullet in his calf. He threw himself forward and fell heavily with a thud. His face was full of pain. There was already a bullet on his calf.
Blood hole.
Several military doctors ran over quickly carrying first aid kits.
It's live ammunition.
Everyone's expressions were condensed and they quickly sped up.
"Run, run quickly."
"This is a school for warriors, and it's also your hell."
"Don't think about luck here, because you will die at any time. If you are afraid, just ring that bell, pick up your flag and get out."
Da da da.
"quick."
"You are all elites from all countries, run away quickly."
The next half day was spent in high-intensity training. At least three special forces from other countries were forced to withdraw because they were shot.
Eating became a elimination system, and the last ten didn't get to eat at all.
Early the next morning.
All the special forces from all areas gathered together, forming a large, dark mass that filled the entire playground.
In front of the flagpole, four platforms had been set up overnight, with ropes surrounding them, like an arena.
"Today, we play a game." The principal of Warrior School stood at the front, with a sneer on his face, and said in a deep voice: "You see, the four platforms represent Asia, Europe, Africa, and America. These days, you
We arrived in different regions. After each region passed the first round of tests, one country stood out and let your national flag hang in the highest sky of their respective regions. Today, we are playing a game of competition. Who can win?
If he persists until the end, his country's flag will be hung at the highest point."
"China, He Zhenzhong."
"arrive."
"Come on stage."
"Yes." He Zhenzhong stepped out, quickly walked to the Asian ring, and stood still with his hands behind his back.
"America, Wilson."
"South Africa, Howard."
"England, Tony."
Soon, all four arenas were occupied by the special forces of the country that performed best on the first day.
The principal of the Warrior School turned around, took a look, pointed at the four people on the stage, He Zhenzhong, and said loudly to the people below: "What you have to do is challenge them. There will be no more divisions, because next, the entire school will
There will only be one flag flying at the highest place."
"Don't tell me that there are few people in your country and it's unfair. On a real battlefield, the enemy will not tell you what is fair or unfair. They have only one purpose, to kill you."
"Guns are not allowed to be used, and there are no other regulations. I'm warning you, if you can't beat them, surrender quickly. If you die on top, no one will shed a tear for you, but we will help you collect the bodies."
He Zhenzhong took a deep breath. It was indeed a hell-like place. It was comparable to a real life-and-death fight. Regardless of life or death, people trained in this environment would find it difficult to be strong, because the weak would be eliminated.
Or dead.
"Ding, accept the mission and protect the honor. The system will reward and punish the host based on its performance."
He Zhenzhong turned around, glanced at the flying five-star red flag, and clenched his fists.
Not surprisingly, many people gathered directly around the ring where He Zhenzhong was standing, looking at He Zhenzhong provocatively, each one eager to try. Among the four people, only He Zhenzhong looked the thinnest and least lethal. Moreover,
More importantly, there is only one person in China, so there is no need to worry about retaliation after winning.
"Principal, I'm afraid something is wrong with that Chinese soldier."
The principal of the Warrior School nodded, "This is a jungle, and the laws of the jungle apply. The weak eat the strong. I hope he can be smarter and admit defeat soon."
"I'll do it." Matsushita Muramasa stepped forward, turned over, and landed firmly on the ring. He looked at He Zhenzhong coldly, "China Pig, wait to die."
"Come on." He Zhenzhong just said two words.
Matsushita Muramasa gritted his teeth, his face was twisted, he clenched his head, stamped his right foot on the ground, and his body shot towards He Zhenzhong like an arrow off the string.
Arriving in front of He Zhenzhong, his body suddenly rose into the air, changed direction, and reached extremely fast speed.
Those who come here are all special operations elites from various countries, and no one is simple.
call.
The hair in Matsushita Muramasa's hand flashed with a cold light and slid straight towards He Zhenzhong's neck.
Deng Deng.
He Zhenzhong leaned back.
call.
The head brushed the tip of his nose.
"You can't escape, China pig." Matsushita Muramasa had a ferocious smile on his face. On the plane, he was attacked by this China pig and was humiliated. He wanted to kill him to take revenge.
call.
The horizontal stroke suddenly changed direction and stabbed directly towards He Zhenzhong's chest.
He Zhenzhong points his right foot and turns sideways.
Crash, the sound of clothes tearing was heard.
After being stabbed, Matsushita Muramasa's face was filled with joy...