Trembling At A High Altitude

Chapter 689

"Anyone who does not speak out their choice within ten seconds will be eliminated immediately!"

The female voice rang again, and then there was a ten-second countdown.

"Giant Rat Clan!"

"Giant Rat Clan!"

"Giant Rat Clan!"

"The Red Door Inn!"

"..."

Under the urging and coercion of the female voice, everyone panicked and quickly made their choice.

In the end, only No. 5, No. 8 and No. 2 chose the Red Door Inn.

Everyone else chose the Giant Rat Clan!

One hundred thousand troops!

There are only the general and his dozens of soldiers here. Although there is technology like sand ships, the war between the two sides is still in the cold weapon era of swords and shields. The biggest feature of the cold weapon era is winning by numbers.

The result is obvious. If you don’t want to take risks, you must choose the Giant Rat Clan.

Although he is suspected of being a traitor, this is just acting.

As an actor, playing a negative role well is also a skill.

Seeing so many people choosing the same camp as him, No. 3 showed a sinister smile on his lips.

Although they won, five people still had to compete for three spots, but Number Three felt that as the leader, he would definitely get one of the spots.

What makes him very proud now is that No. 8 and No. 5 always thought that they represented the majority, but now they have become the minority.

Those actors who didn't speak much thought they were supporting No. 8 and No. 5. Unexpectedly, they were all exposed as soon as this multiple-choice question came out.

"Brother, we have chosen to fight with you. There are only three of us. If we win, we will definitely qualify for promotion! I hope brothers will not let us down!" No. 8 saw that only he and No. 2 chose to fight with No. 5. At the same time, I still felt a little panicked.

"The choice is yours to make, I can't guarantee it." Li Teng smiled.

"The choice has been made, just leave it to fate!" No. 2 pretended to be calm.

Because of this choice, the situation of the promotion competition became simple and clear at this moment.

If the Red Door Inn wins, the promotion match will end immediately.

Numbers 2, 5, and 8 will be eligible to advance.

If the Giant Rat Tribe wins, the five actors including No. 3 will continue the subsequent exhibition matches to compete for three promotion places.

At this time, Li Teng was still feeling a little unhappy.

This rule is a bit confusing to him.

When there was a scandal before, he ranked first in the first round of votes and second in the second round.

When there was no shady story, he still ranked first in the first round of votes.

After the current confrontation between the Giant Rat Clan and the Red Door Inn, his vote was effectively invalidated.

If his camp loses at noon the day after tomorrow, his previous number one vote will become meaningless.

To put it bluntly, the film and television city has been playing tricks on the so-called audience bosses, making them think that they have the voting power to determine the actors' promotions. In the end, everything is still in the hands of the film and television city.

This is exactly the same as the so-called audience voting in various talent shows. To put it bluntly, it is just to deceive the audience's click-through rate.

After everyone chose their camp, the time stasis ended, and everyone else in the inn started to move.

"By the way, what's going on with this guy?" Before leaving, the messenger saw No. 3, who was about to be escorted out to be castrated.

"A spy who is doing sabotage, please don't interfere in our own internal affairs!" the general replied to the messenger.

"We are not spies! We just can't stand the extremely despicable behavior of the human race and want to join the great giant rat tribe!" No. 3 said according to the lines provided by the plot.

"Oh, that's it! Do you have any companions?" The giant rat clan messenger asked No. 3.

"Yes, there are them..." Number 3 pointed to the other four people who had just chosen the Giant Rat Clan.

The four people followed the plot instructions and quickly walked to No. 3.

"Let's take these five people away!" the giant rat tribe messenger mentioned to the general.

"No! Kill them!" Jin Manyu quickly proposed to the general.

"No, we have to kill these spies!" The general rejected the giant rat tribe's messenger.

"Want to kill them? You can kill us first." The giant rat clan messenger swaggered in front of No. 3 and others.

"Hey, the two countries are at war. How can I kill you if you don't kill the envoy? You go away and leave these spies behind. We have to deal with them ourselves." The general immediately gave up.

"General, the Giant Rat Clan has no faith at all. There is no need to tell them that 'the two countries are at war without killing the envoys.' Anyway, there will be a war the day after tomorrow. If they want to take people away, they will kill them all! Otherwise, they will take our information back!" No. 8 heard something was wrong and quickly raised it to the general loudly.

No. 3 couldn't help but change his face. This No. 8 was uneasy and kind-hearted!

"You want to start a war?" the messenger was furious.

"Who said there was going to be a war the day after tomorrow? We will donate 50,000 taels of gold." The general quickly stopped No. 8.

He will not kill these messengers now and cause trouble. He will also find a way to escape back to the pass with these soldiers. It is not a good thing to anger the giant rat tribe at this time.

"That's ridiculous! What qualifications do you despicable human beings have to fight against our Giant Rat Clan?" The messenger snorted coldly and ordered the swordsmen to let go of No. 3.

"Quickly persuade the general to kill these people!" No. 8 had no choice but to turn to No. 5 Li Teng for help.

At this time, Jin Manyu also happened to look towards Li Teng, and Li Teng made a gesture of wiping his neck to her.

"General, we can't let them go. These giant rats always talk in a condescending manner. It's so hateful! We can't defend here anyway, so why not kill them to relieve our anger!" Jin Manyu whispered beside the general. A few words.

The messengers over there, taking No. 3 and others, were already preparing to leave.

"Stop everyone! Take down the left and right, and chop them all to death!" The general obeyed Jin Manyu's words and immediately shouted and decided to chop those people.

No. 3 and others couldn't help but be shocked. The general was moving here and there. His ears were too soft, right? Do you really want to kill them? It would be such an injustice if they died like this!

"How dare you!?" The leading messenger shouted, and at the same time, the messenger next to him took out a strange whistle and blew it.

Immediately, several giant rat tribe men with heavy helmets and heavy armor rushed into the inn, followed by a large group of giant rat tribe men with heavy helmets and armor. The number was obviously several times more than the general's men here at the inn.

"Congratulations on sending the messenger back to the ship!" The general quickly changed his words with a bright smile.

"Humph!" The messenger glanced at the general coldly, then turned and walked out of the inn.

No. 3 and others were also taken aboard the sand boat by the messenger.

The sand boat quickly disappeared in the sandstorm.

"What a bullshit general, there's no way he can be saved." No. 8 sighed.

Chapter 690

"If we count on him and his dozens of soldiers, we will be dead." Number 2 also sighed.

The situation is obviously worse than No. 8 and No. 2 expected.

The general was not prepared to guard the inn at all.

As soon as the messenger left, he was ready to take his soldiers and leave in a warship.

Of course, he also asked Jin Manyu to leave with him and escape back to the pass together.

Jin Manyu proposed to leave with her dozen or so guys, but the general refused.

The journey back to the pass is long, and it is impossible to go back without horses. He keeps some horses in the secret station he set up in the Gobi, but they are only enough for him and his soldiers. At most, they can bring Jin Manyu and Jin Manyu's guys. It is definitely impossible to take it away.

Jin Manyu said that if her guys don't leave, she won't leave either.

The general said he went out to see the situation and see if he could think of a solution, and then led his soldiers out.

The warship quickly disappeared in the sandstorm and was never seen again.

The sandstorm stopped the next day.

Jin Manyu looked through the autumn water on the roof of the inn, but the general was still missing.

It looks like the general has run away.

Only Jin Manyu, a dozen of her assistants, and Li Teng were left here.

Tomorrow at noon, the Giant Rat Clan's 100,000-strong army will arrive here.

If they don't have 50,000 taels of gold handed over to them, they will burn the inn to the ground!

No. 8 and No. 2 were as anxious as ants on a hot pot.

But Li Teng was not in a hurry. He spent the whole day hanging out with Jin Manyu and didn't seem to take the 100,000 troops seriously at all.

"The way to defeat an army of 100,000 must be in that box." No. 8 and No. 2 analyzed.

"Did No. 5 open the box?" No. 2 asked No. 8.

"He said no. He was still studying those lines of poetry. In each line, one word or four words must be found correctly to open the box." No. 8 shook his head.

"Which four words are they? I can't tell based on these few lines of poetry!"

"That's right! When a tiger falls in Pingyang and is bullied by a dog, he stops his car and sits in the maple forest at night. He sleeps in the open air and returns home at night. How can he say that he is desolate and miserable? What are these four words?"

No. 8 and No. 2 had no choice but to ponder the four lines of the poem all day long, trying to find the four keywords in it.

But a whole day passed with no clue.

…

The third day.

There were less than a few hours left before the giant rat country's 100,000-strong army came over.

The weather today is bright and clear, there is no wind, there are no clouds in the sky, the sky is blue and blue, the desert is calm and waveless, and you can see far away at a glance.

Everything is business as usual in the Red Door Inn.

"It's really funny that the inn is built in such a useless place! How can there be guests staying in the hotel?" No. 2 complained to No. 8.

"Which script in the film and television city is normal? They are all full of bugs, just get used to it." No. 8 snorted.

"Did we choose the wrong camp? It should be safer to choose the Giant Rat Clan." No. 2 looked annoyed.

"Impulsive, hot-headed." No. 8 also regretted it.

"I blame the countdown at that time. I was so prompted that I didn't have time to think about it. I could only report it casually." No. 2 sighed.

"The plot is so confusing! It's so confusing!"

"..."

"Why does No. 5 look like nothing is wrong? He can't be confident, right?"

"I don't really understand this person, he always seems mysterious and unpredictable."

"Are you pretending?"

"It's hard to say, but I can feel it. He has a very high IQ, at least one level higher than us. Many actors in the film and television city can only get big special contracts and supporting roles until their death. It is rare to become the best actor. I guess he It might be one of them." No. 8 analyzed.

"You have so much confidence in him, does that mean you think we can definitely advance by following him?"

"Oh, now we can only comfort ourselves like this. Our bet on him is completely a gamble!"

"Do you have a clue about those lines of poetry?"

"No, I've never been a poetry reader. I know those lines by heart now, but I still can't figure out which words to choose."

"I guess you have to have an IQ of 250 or above to see it, right?"

"Yeah, I think so too."

…

noon.

There was a rumbling sound from far away.

As the sound got closer, the ground began to shake.

The guys at Longmen Inn, as well as No. 8 and No. 2, had frightened expressions on their faces.

The messenger from the Giant Rat Kingdom must be exaggerating when he talks about a hundred thousand troops.

A hundred thousand troops came here just to crush an inn?

However, let alone an army of 100,000, even if the opponent only has 1,000 troops, they will only be massacred.

In the age of cold weapons, war relied on numbers.

Although there are various strategies and the like, in the face of absolute military superiority, such as one hundred thousand versus a dozen, all strategies are useless.

Another half hour passed.

Dozens of sand ships arrived near the inn, and thousands of soldiers disembarked from them. They set up camp a few hundred meters away, seemingly waiting for the large army behind them.

More sand ships arrived one after another, and thousands of soldiers began to set up camp.

Soon a dark landscape formed on the horizon a few hundred meters away.

"No way? Just to deal with an inn, a hundred thousand troops really came?" No. 8 looked at the busy giant rat tribe camp in the distance on the roof of the inn, and couldn't help but start complaining again.

"The script calls for an army of 100,000 to attack the inn. If it is fed back into the movie world, of course the plot of an army of 100,000 to attack the inn will really happen. As for the rationality... who cares?" No. 2 also complained.

After a while, several sand ships appeared in the dark scenery, and they drove quickly towards the inn. Then they drove around the inn several times, and after confirming that there were no ambushes or reinforcements around the inn, they got out of the sand ships. A group of several hundred people came down and stationed themselves dozens of meters in front of the inn.

"Everyone in the inn, listen! Get out of here! Kneel down in two rows in front of me! Otherwise, when my army comes over, no one will be left alive!" No. 3 hid in the sand boat and spoke with a loudspeaker. He shouted at the inn.

"You are a traitor to the human race! You surrendered to the Giant Rat Clan and became their slave! What shame do you have to shout here? What a disgrace to your ancestors!" No. 2 also found a loudspeaker and shouted at No. 3.

"Hahahaha, you are so deeply involved in the drama! Did you really put yourself into it? Silly... bastard! When the army kills you at noon, that is when you are eliminated! Let's see how long you can hold on!" No. 3 laughing out loud.

"Don't be too proud! We have found a secret weapon that can easily destroy an army of 100,000! Let alone 100,000, let's say 1 million or 10 million. Kill as many as you come!" No. 8 took over the loudspeaker and said, He shouted several times to No. 3.

"Really?" No. 2 asked No. 8 in a low voice.

"You lied to him." No. 8 sighed.