Death Inquisitor

Chapter four hundred and seventy-third live broadcast

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Unexpectedly, he received an invitation letter just after the live broadcast started.

In fact, Zhou Yaowen didn't know, in fact, he was relatively late.

Some people even received invitations before the live broadcast started.

turn off the computer.

Zhou Yaowen was lying on the bed, holding the death invitation letter in his hand.

After watching the live broadcast just now, he already has a new understanding of the ability of the death judge.

Destroy a city with a wave of your hand, and revive thousands of people with your hand.

In less than seven hours, a country was completely bowed down.

Facing such an existence, how could he resist?

"Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow" clenched the invitation letter in his hands, and couldn't help crying.

Outside the window, moonlight swayed in, shining on this lost young man.

But it's too late.

Because of his phone call, how many people went bankrupt, how many people committed suicide in despair, and how many families and wives were separated.

In a blink of an eye, it was already the third day, which was Saturday morning.

Live room lights up.

Many viewers who used software to follow the live broadcast room received the news immediately, and then turned on their computers and mobile phones to enter it.

Since it was Saturday, there were naturally too many people.

Office workers and students surpassed tens of millions of viewers in an instant, and the number is still increasing.

As the audience entered, the names and crimes of the criminals to be tried this time were scrolling on the screen.

There are thousands of people, and it takes a long time to play it out bit by bit.

Ten minutes later, the screen changed.

The audience was slightly taken aback, because it turned out to be in an ancient military camp.

It's the kind that often appears in TV dramas, square and square, surrounded by wooden fences, and the kind with camp tents inside.

Panicked figures were teleported out one by one, standing in a row.

They are the ones who will be judged this time.

"What does the boss want to do this time? How did this barracks come about?"

"Is it possible that they still have to fight?"

"It's possible. Last time I played with intelligence, but this time it might be about force."

"Pfft! I saw a cheating dog! Fuck, I'm tired of looking at this face, won't this guy pass the fourth round of trial?"

"Hu Dali... If it's force, I'm afraid this guy has a good chance of living. I'm terrified just looking at his size."

"Hey, there are foreigners? Boss caught foreigners again this time?"

The people in the studio are curious.

And in the barracks, the criminals who were teleported over were terrified.

Surrounded by military camps full of ancient atmosphere, the air is filled with a smell of gunpowder.

But anyone with a little brain understands that this trial will have something to do with the war.

Zhou Yaowen was among them, even standing beside Hu Dali.

Two, legs trembling, trembling.

"Fight, fight... isn't it just an intellectual game?" Zhou Yaowen, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses, looked like a frail young man.

If it was a war, one can imagine his ending.

At this time, a cold voice suddenly sounded from the sky.

"This trial has a total of 1,300 people. They are divided into two camps, with 750 people in each camp. The two camps attack each other. The first to cut down the banner in the opposing camp is the winner. The loser Regardless of whether there are survivors or not, they will all be wiped out!"

As soon as Ye Chen's voice came out, everyone understood why there were not as many people this time as last time, and it turned out that they were divided into two camps.

At the same time, Hu Dali, Zhou Yaowen and the others all looked at the big flag behind them, which was seven or eight meters tall for one person! The black flag above is fluttering in the wind!

"We really want to fight." Zhou Yaowen's face turned white instantly.

Not only him, but many people's faces changed.

They all belong to the kind of weak body.

On the contrary, a strong man like Hu Dali was overjoyed.

Compared with intellectual games, they prefer a trial method that can rely on their own strength, so that they have a greater chance of surviving.

"Now choose your own weapon." Ye Chen's voice sounded again.

A light screen appeared in front of everyone's eyes, with armor, soft armor, weapons and other options on it.

Faced with such a sci-fi scene, many people were stunned.

But still choose quickly.

Soon, a messy army was born.

Some wore soft armor and iron helmets, and some wore armor and fur hats.

After all, everyone's physical strength is different. Although one is envious of the defensive power of armor, one can only do what one can.

As for some people who are overwhelmed, it will be difficult to move an inch.

As for the weapons, most of them chose guns, and a few were machetes, but no one was foolish enough to choose the iron sword above.

On the battlefield, a gun is stronger than a knife, and a knife is stronger than a sword. Choosing a sword, assassination is not as good as a gun, chopping is not as good as a big knife, it is almost an act of courting death.

At this time, the high-definition camera suddenly flew up and slowly turned into a panorama.

Only then did the audience in the live broadcast room realize that there was a military camp two hundred meters away.

two armies

The battalion was directly opposite, and there were also densely packed dot-like people inside.

"The countdown is on. If you don't complete the battle within an hour, everyone will be wiped out!" Ye Chen's cold voice sounded.

In the camp where Hu Dali was, people were in a panic.

Because they simply don't know what to do.

It wasn't until someone in front left the camp that they followed suit.

It was a mess, like a bunch of mobs.

But the opposite side was not much better, the formation was also chaotic and there was no discipline at all.

"What to do, I'm afraid, woo...don't, don't go, let's go back."

In the line, a young girl finally burst into tears.

She couldn't accept this atmosphere, and felt as if she was rushing to die.

But more than seven hundred people moved, and the footsteps were enough to cover her voice.

So the team didn't stop!

For a distance of 200 meters, each side walks 100 meters.

It's just a matter of two minutes.

Soon, the two teams met.

With a distance of more than ten meters, he hesitated.

No one dared to take the lead. ..

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