Those things with the female president in the primeval jungle

Chapter 437 Second Chance

"If you want honor, fight for it in the arena. Not everyone will be disqualified as a fighter!" I changed the subject and encouraged everyone.

"Win this arena battle and become a member of the White Pattern Army, I'm waiting for you!"

Everyone looked at each other and raised their fists.

"That's right, I may not be eliminated, as long as I become the winner in this arena, I will be the best of the best!"

Obviously, becoming a Baiwen army not only means protecting one's own tribe, but also protecting the entire Baiwen tribe, which greatly enhances the sense of honor.

More importantly, becoming the Baiwen Army also means that you are the elite of the elite.

"Come on! I must win!" Immediately, someone stood up on the ring and waved his fist.

"I will definitely become a member of the White Wen Army!"

In the entire square, there were ten small arenas, and dozens of people rushed up immediately.

"Draw lots to determine the order, everyone be safe!" The high priest finally breathed a sigh of relief seeing everyone's enthusiasm for the competition.

Murong Xue looked at me from the side: "It seems that your plan has barely come to fruition..."

"This plan is only half done, don't worry."

This martial arts competition was unprecedentedly grand, men, women and children of the tribe all came out to watch the fun.

After three days and three nights of martial arts confrontation, the strongest 1000 people finally competed.

The losers looked bleak, some lost willingly, but some were a little bit unconvinced.

"Boss, my opponent was lucky to win this time, I apply for another match!"

A burly Witch Zerg warrior couldn't help standing up and begging.

His proposal made everyone nod their heads, shouting for an extra match.

The winners stood behind me and formed a phalanx under Xiang Yinan's arrangement. Many of them showed the complacent expressions of the winners, which made the losers' teeth itch.

"If you lose, you lose. A true fighter cannot make excuses."

"When you are on the battlefield, will your enemy give you another chance?"

These words made the losers speechless, but everyone still felt unconvinced.

I smiled and looked at these disobedient fighters.

Those who are eliminated can be roughly divided into two categories.

One is that their own qualities are not good enough, and being a soldier is really reluctant.

The other category is these unconvinced fighters. Their losses are justifiable, and their combat effectiveness is actually no worse than that of the winners. The opponents just won by luck.

After all, the arena is not a real battlefield, and everyone can't really let go of their hands and feet and fight to the end.

So these people were very unconvinced and wanted to have another round.

"But this is not a battlefield!" Facing the victor's irony, the burly witch warrior did not shy away.

"If it was really a battlefield, you would have died under my spear long ago."

"Okay, everyone doesn't need to argue anymore, the rules are the rules." At this time, I naturally had to stand up.

It's okay for everyone to make a lot of noise, but it's not worth it to make a real noise.

Seeing the big leader come forward to stop, the unconvinced soldiers had no choice but to give up.

Yes, the rules are set by the big boss, if you continue to quarrel, you will be dissatisfied with the big boss.

"However, I can indeed give you a chance."

This time, the disappointed crowd immediately showed their expectant eyes again.

"I'm going to reclaim farmland near the Baiwang tribe, and let all the witch warriors participate."

These 1 people are quite a huge force.

The tribal leaders all looked at me, and they suddenly understood something.

"I will give another 1000 people from the White Pattern Army. As the Second Army, as long as they are witches and insect fighters who have made outstanding contributions in this operation of land reclamation, they can join the Second Army."

Everyone didn't expect that I would be able to open the quota of 1000 people again, and they were overjoyed.

"Long live the great leader!" The defeated crowd suddenly cheered.

At this point, no one cared whether the witch worm warriors were wasting resources by reclaiming the cultivated land.

Everyone just wants to make a big contribution in this operation and win a place, it's that simple!
The leaders of each tribe nodded.

Now, given such a sweet pastry, they don't even need to persuade their soldiers to reclaim the farmland.

These guys must have worked hard to do this.

(End of this chapter)