The Emperor’s Angel of Death

　　 "Do you understand everything?"

　　 Yazdan asked aloud.

　　 "Yes, my lord!"

　　 The boys yelled in unison. .

　　 "Then start choosing!"

　　 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 whispered:

　　 "Dade, what do you think."

　　 "The logging gun is too heavy. At least two people are required to carry it, and they have to take turns to rest in between, which consumes too much energy."

　　 "I think so too, what about the flare."

　　 "The combat robot should be very powerful, but only five minutes. This is our only killer. If we can't rely on the robot to win the conditions in these five minutes, then--"

　　 Dade shook his head, his expression said everything.

　　 "Then there is only one choice."

　　 Oscar looked at the camouflage suits and night vision goggles.

　　 "If you want me to say, just take the machine gun, and it's done."

　　 Kerissa yelled, Homo and Bachram shook their heads at the same time, and Robin, the master knife, still had the kind of silent attitude.

　　 The boys at the bottom of their four nests naturally hugged together, and then they absorbed six boys from other nests, and they barely gathered into a small group.

　　 But the problem of their group is very serious. The four people from the bottom of the nest and the six people from the upper nest are all incomprehensible.

　　 Therefore, at the beginning of its establishment, this group has been split in fact.

　　 "Are you here to carry it?"

　　 Among the other six, a tallest boy stood up. His name was Fu Fu, a child of an Astral Army officer. He often brags about his "art of command" to others.

　　 "Hmph, look at your thin arms and legs, maybe they can crush you to death."

　　 Kerissa did not hesitate to fight back in language.

　　 "Oh, your muscles can't keep you alive on the battlefield."

　　 Facing the ridicule of the officer’s son, Kerissa was about to refute, Bachram stood up and said calmly:

　　 "Everyone is on the same boat now, there is no need to argue, if you fail, everyone will fail."

　　 "No need to remind you."

　　 "Then your opinion is—"

"Let me say that although the machine gun has a great advantage as a defensive fulcrum, it also means that we have no other way except to choose to go straight to the stronghold at the beginning. We have to be exposed to the sight of other teams for five days. Teams using signal flare, machine guns cannot suppress combat robots, and it is even dangerous to face teams carrying grenades."

　　 "So night vision?"

"Well, although the camouflage suit and night vision device are very useful at night, how to spend the first day during the day is a problem, and this set of configuration is extremely lacking in the ability to attack the tough, and I am particularly afraid of encountering a team with a dog. Yes, we have to have enough individual qualities to ensure that they will not be discovered or tracked by others when lurking and transferring."

　　 said, Ford's eyes glanced at Kerissa.

　　 distrust three words, almost written on his face.

　　 "What to look at!"

　　Kelisa suddenly became angry and pulled up his sleeves to do it. Fortunately, Hauma stopped him in time.

　　 "Then we choose protective gear?"

　　Bahram said so, but he was not sure of this choice in his heart.

　　 The other party also shook his head.

　　 "Choosing protective gear means that we have a high degree of tactical coordination and execution. Do you think we have such a good cooperation?"

　　 "Don't sell it off."

　　Haomo made an impatient voice.

　　 "In my opinion, it is only a flare. This choice is more flexible. As long as we are careful in the early stage and avoid unnecessary conflicts, on the last day, the battle robot is the key to our turn from defeat to victory!"

　　Bahram also agreed with this choice, at least it sounds like a higher chance of winning.

　　 But this gives rise to a second problem.

　　 "Who cares about the flare gun?"

　　 When Kerissa said it, no one said anything.

　　 Ford glanced at the five people behind him, and then at the four people on the opposite side, with a smile on his face.

　　 "Would you like to vote."

"Do not!"

　　 Kerissa immediately rejected this opinion.

　　 "This depends on the ability, not who has more to follow, because we only have one hole card. If we make a mistake, we will lose all of them. We must be controlled by a person who is calm and determined enough. You--"

　　 The bald, burly man put his arms around his chest, with an expression of contempt.

　　 "I can't see it."

"what did you say!"

　　 Ford was furious at once, but he didn't have the courage to do something with this big guy.

　　 "Anyway, I support Bachram as the captain. I can rest assured that he fires the flare."

"me too."

　　 After Hao Mo finished speaking, Robin beside him also took a step forward and expressed his attitude.

"That's not good."

　　 Bachram said with a guilty conscience:

　　 "I don't have that qualification."

　　 "Then who do you think should be the captain?"

　　 Haomo asked instead.

"You can't always hide behind, I know you, and you did before. Every time I waited until I got into a mess with Fayou, then stood up and told everyone what we should do in the beginning! This time it won’t work, man, You can’t wait for your patience anymore. Sometimes, you have to stand up and take responsibility."

　　 "Am I patient?"

　　 "Much more patient than I am."

　　 "But we all support merit."

　　 Five other upper-level boys in the nest also stood up and supported their favorite leader.

　　 In a tense atmosphere, this small team seems to have come to the brink of collapse...

　　 In the end, Bachram made a concession.

　　 "I also support Fude."

　　As soon as his words were spoken, the other three people were taken aback for a moment, and then there were weird expressions.

　　 "Are you sure?"

　　 "Yes, I support him."

　　 "Haha! Your choice is done correctly, you will know this when we win."

　　 Ford said with a smile, and then crowded out the crowd, came to the technical sergeant, and received the flare and flare gun.

Their group is almost the last group. After all the teams have selected their extra supplies~www.wuxiaspot.com~ the priest raised the scepter in his hand and said loudly: 噺⒏⑴The full text of the text is the fastest んττρs:/ м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/

　　 "Very well, may the great emperor guide you, let's go now!"

　　 Fifty small aircraft landed on the spacious ground. Each aircraft has a corresponding team number. The boys picked up their equipment and rushed to their vehicles.

　　 One aircraft after another took off, and then flew towards the trial area.

　　 Ten minutes later, as a golden firework exploded in the sky, the five-day trial of death officially began.

　　 But what the boys didn't know was that when they were discussing which materials to choose, their every move was already under Soshyan's observation.

In the upper cabin of the Thunder Eagle [Obsidian Legacy], Soshyan is surrounded by a display screen, each of which is connected to a miniature camera on the collar of a team member.ァ新ヤ~⑧~1~中文网ωωω.χ~⒏~1zщ.còм

　　 The scene that just happened in the Bahram team was also caught by him.

　　 Knowing to advance and knowing to retreat is not easy for a boy who is full of blood. After all, at their age and still such an excellent situation, confrontation is much easier than retreat.

　　 At this time, the door of the cabin suddenly opened, and Thor and Yazdan walked in together.

　　 "Team commander, they have all successfully entered the trial area."

　　 "Well, then, let's take a closer look...Who will be the winner."