From the audience's point of view, they saw several different styles of people in action.If we move back a little bit, we can see how the organized and the confident lone rangers move.Most of the audience's attention was focused on the two groups of people in the student council and the military command department, who were in the limelight, and many do-gooders even wanted to see these two huge organizations go head-to-head in this first round of chaos.The military command department may have a terrible sense of teamwork, but the members of the student council have always been known for their excellence, and their individual combat ability combined with Arthur's leadership is also a formidable force.It's just that the two sides seem to have reached a consensus, and in this first round of battle, they tacitly walked towards the poles that would not interact.The lone wanderers are scattered like fallen leaves, each showing their magic and hiding their tracks.It's just that the good times didn't last long, and the first trial of the players began to sweep from the east.The first to bear the brunt was the military headquarters that had chosen to walk eastward."
Senior, we found an abnormal weather phenomenon earlier, are we going to change the route?"
The scout scout who was at the front came with a report, which made the leader of the group, Bass, frown.Bass, a fourth-grader, a genius in the military command.In previous qualifying competitions, he has been in the top three, but Bath is not reconciled.This year was his last year at Miskatonik University and his last chance to fulfill his long-cherished dream of becoming the top of the list.He glanced up at the red clouds floating in the sky, and saw that there seemed to be waves on the plane, and there was a noise like ocean waves in his ears."
The sandstorm is coming, let's avoid it."
Buzz grimaced, thinking that this sandstorm had come at an inopportune time, and that he had chosen to go east.It's really unlucky to be out of the division, and this is also a taboo for marching.Thanks to a series of equipment for extreme weather in advance, the logistics team immediately took out long ropes from their backpacks and tied them to everyone's bodies.The formation has also changed from a more scattered marching style to a one-line queue.Bass knows that the power of nature is not something that humans can easily resist, and that not resisting it is a wise decision.If they hadn't dodged beforehand, when the wind and sand blew, their heavy armor would make it difficult for them to walk, but the wind and sand would seep through the cracks, and being buried alive by the wind and sand would be the end of their group.The frontal assault of the sandstorm was avoided, but some of the baggage was still carried high into the air by the relentless wind and did not fall for a long time.But it's not the time to struggle with that little bit of supply, and it's a blessing to be able to keep the team intact.After the sandstorm, it is not calm, but the oncoming salon roll.Buzz led the team firmly and launched a surprise attack straight into the phoenix eyes of the saloon scroll that had not yet been formed.The torrent of steel collided with the wind, but the victor was so tired from this reckless act that they lay on the ground and exhaled with crooked tongues.Their legs trembled, and the grains of sand soaked up the beads of sweat that oozed from their bodies, sticking to every inch of their bodies.Every member of the military command line nibbled on a mouthful of sand and looked embarrassed.The fight against the wind caused them to consume a lot of physical strength.Some of the members were almost carried up by the winds of the tornado's rotation, thanks to long ropes tied to their bodies, while others became the weight to hold them down and prevent them from flying away.A team of people, even dragged and dragged, finally survived the raid of the salon roll.Some of the young people who hide behind the military command system with bad intentions are not so lucky.Before they could react, the wind and sand in their faces made it difficult for them to move an inch.The ensuing saloon roll blew them into the air without any fixed supports.Some of the stronger physique crushed the identity card on their chest in mid-air, and left the arena with the light of transmission, but some of them had a poor physique, and under the high-speed rotation, the blood of the whole body was concentrated in the brain, and in the case of cerebral hemorrhage, they couldn't move.The rubble rolled up in the saloon rolls pierced through it with deadly velocity, like bullets fired from a machine-gun cannon.If he was lucky enough to escape the gravel attack, the guy who was thrown out of the air in the center of the saloon roll became a corpse on the sand dunes.Jot Brown, who was hiding far under a boulder, saw all this, and although he would not be attacked by sandstorms and saloon rolls in his position, he was also facing this small crisis.Creatures that had been hiding in the desert sensed the impending storm and rushed out of their nests.Who would have thought that there would be so many little lives in a seemingly barren and lifeless desert?
Desert foxes, lizards, scorpions, poisonous snakes, and even rats, all kinds of creatures active in the desert are running towards the shadows under this boulder.They knew that the boulder was a safe place.And this is a bitter thing for Jot Brown, who hides alone under the rocks.The cobra's letter was whispering in Jot Brown's ear, and at his feet lay a desert fox grinning at himself, and a lizard lay lazily on top of a small gravel, its eyes blinking back and forth.Swarms of venomous scorpions, which can kill them with a single sting, linger around them repeatedly, while beyond the boulders there is only the endless sound of wind and flying sand.A daring groundhog ran to Giobuterrand's side with a cactus fruit in his arms, twisting his somewhat fat buttocks, and leaned on him on his own.Jote Brown didn't move, didn't even dare to take a breath.Because he knows that if he moves, maybe the balance here will be broken.Fortunately, the wind and sand came fiercely and went quickly.The critters ran out of the rocks as soon as the wind and sand waned, and when Jobuterrand probed out, they attracted a pair of sharp hooks.It was a vulture that had come down from above.The sudden attack startled Jot Brown, but he reacted extremely quickly, and when he heard the sound of his hook claw breaking into the wind, he rolled forward, dodging the vulture's pounce.The vulture slammed into the air, flapping its pale wings with a little black ash, and looking at the strange creature that had dodged its own attack with its ugly head.The marmot, which had been asleep, slowly woke up, still holding its beloved bright red cactus fruit, and came out of the boulder stupidly.And the vulture turned his head suddenly, flapped his wings, and rushed towards the fat marmot.The groundhog groaned and let out a loud distress signal, but his legs trembled in fear.Jot Brown, dressed in an extremely comical outfit, pulled out the white ivory from his waist and pressed the trigger in an instant.With a single touch, two pure white arrow-like bullets flew out of the muzzle of the white ivory and struck the vulture's back.Two terrifying holes appeared on the vulture's body and took its life.The vulture's blood spurted onto the marmot, and the silly marmot looked at the strange creature that had saved his life.As if in a state of confusion, the marmot ran to Jobron's side in great distress and offered the cactus fruit he had pinched to his chest.Jot Brown crouched down, took the fruit, gently touched the marmot's head, and took a small piece of raisin from his small fanny pack and stuffed it into the marmot's hand."
Let's exchange one thing for another, we can't let you suffer."
The fat groundhog squinted his eyes, nibbled on a raisin of grapes with his trademark big teeth, and immediately ran away happily on his own.After Jobuterrand hid the red fruit in his pocket, he immediately left the boulder that was used to hide from the wind and sand.The gunfire of the white ivory will attract enemies for itself.It's a given.On the other side, the student union will encounter disasters that are more terrible than sandstorms.Arthur, who led the team, had never imagined that he would encounter such a thing in this strange desert.It's not a mysterious creature, it's an insect that is always despised in reality - ants.Originally, the scout who explored the path was in charge of text editing in their student council, and although he had good personal combat power, he was not particularly good at this extreme terrain."
Ah, why should I be a scout?
The little boy with a freckled face and still wearing a student union uniform wiped the sweat drops from his forehead and complained in a low voice.He hadn't thought about coming to this qualifying contest, he was just a small copy editor.Walking out onto the soft sand dunes, the custom-made leather shoes of the student council are a nightmare.It takes a lot of effort to make sure that he doesn't fall into it with every step, and the little editor is stepping on the air as he walks.The extremely unstable sand layer has only a thin layer of sand on the surface, and underneath it is the nest of desert marching ants.The desert marching ants saw the sudden intruder as an intruder, and at the speed of the moment, thousands of worker ants surrounded him.This was the beginning of his nightmare.When these little black dots approached him, it was like a black wave.He wielded his weapon, a dagger, feebly, but it did no real damage to the sheer number of ants.On the contrary, in the process of struggling, more worker ants fell on themselves.The jaws of worker ants have a bite force several times the size of their body, and they also secrete a large amount of formic acid while biting.Every wound on his body irritated his nerves, and the pain never stopped like a tidal wave.He screamed and wailed, "President!
President!!!
Help me!!!
Help me!!!
”When the large army arrived, his body had been gnawed to a bloody blur, and he could not find a single intact skin on his body.Arthur just glanced at it and said ruthlessly, "Give him a good time." ”Then he turned and left.His wails continued, but there was some cool liquid on his body, and a smell from his nose.He knew, it was gasoline.A match, slowly falling from the cavity of the hole, ignited the oil molecules in the air, causing a vigorous explosion.The little copywriter died in this extremely meaningless way in this event.Before he died, resentment flashed in his heart, "If you say yes, you will be absolutely safe?"
Arthur!
”This resentment seems to have reached the ants whose homes were destroyed by the explosion.Half of the ant's nest was destroyed in the explosion, but most of the remaining half entered a state of madness at this time.Their queen ant died, and the blood was paid for it.Black waves emerged from the sand and marched towards the large forces of the student union.Arthur was not in a hurry, not in a hurry, and still had that indifferent and elegant demeanor that made the other members of the student council feel a chill in their hearts."
Sprinkle some gasoline on the ground and block the road."
But they still instinctively obeyed the orders given by Arthur.The Students' Council troops retreated a bit, heading in the other direction, and a path of fire was becoming a moat to stop the ants from entering.Countless ants burned to char in the raging flames, but the others stepped on the corpses of their companions and climbed over the wall of fire.They caught up with the tail of the group, the members who were carrying their luggage and supplies.In a desperate way, the ants gnawed these unlucky members into white bones.Send 888 cash red envelopes, pay attention to the VX public account to see popular masterpieces, and draw 888 cash red envelopes!
They screamed and fell, while the other members watched with cold eyes without the president's instructions.A fear is quietly spreading in the ranks of the student union.As the president, Arthur, is he a little derelict in his duties?
Such doubts began to surface in their minds.But they didn't know that in Arthur's heart, they were just dispensable cannon fodder, not even tool men.When they focused their eyes on Arthur, Arthur's reaction also made them chill, "Keep going, falling behind is death." ”"President, won't we save them?
Just watch them die?
”A new member of the group emboldened himself and asked Arthur."
How to save it?
You have ideas, you go. ”Arthur pointed to the questioner, and then to the men whose wails were getting softer."
Remember, the next time you have this kind of problem, don't come and ask me.If there is no solution, I consciously crush the identity card and leave. ”Arthur's words reminded everyone that "it turns out that you can still use your ID card to leave".At the same time, some members had another question in their minds, "Then why didn't President Arthur smash the ID cards of those members just now?"
Could it be ???
”The answer was brutal, but they had to guess if that was the case.Arthur looked around and said, "I'm not going to knock out the people around me."
Only the strong are qualified to live, this is the truth of society.And in my team, there is no need for weak people.If you want to be strong, stay with me.If you're going to give up, then I'm sorry, the student council isn't for you anymore.This world is like this, either you become strong or you are trampled underfoot.I hope you can understand this.Think about the convenience that your student union status brings to you, think about the people around you how you look at you, and think about your family being ecstatic that you are a member of the student union.Are you still questioning my choice now?
”After saying this, the members of the student council threw away the doubts in their hearts."
Yes, the president has a point."
Such voices began to spread through the ranks, and the military spirit re-condensed.The team continued to march, and no one looked at the corpses again.As if, their sacrifice was worthless, as if they never existed.