Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Play them to death?

Fu Siling's mouth twitched slightly and lazily said, "They are not qualified."

...

It's what they Lingshen would say.

Qiao Ji touched his nose, "How many tricks does your old man have behind?"

Hey, ordinary combatant No. 100 was also unlucky, and when he was sent to Lingshen, he was looking for abuse every minute and every second.

I don't know how long they can carry it.

Those who couldn't carry it left earlier.

Those who can carry it will eventually pass the assessment and become a reserve special fighter, and then become a junior special fighter after cruel training.

They still have a long way to go, and they don't know if they can stick to it.

Fu Siling stretched his legs, pulled a lazy waist, yawned, and replied listlessly, "I don't know, there are too many assessment items, and it is normal to change at any time."

He will only tell the fighters about the direction of the assessment, and there is nothing to comment on the other details.

Too thorough, boring.

I have seen that on the battlefield, the enemy told you before the start of the war, what will we do next, and what will we do next?

Assessment is like combat, and the battlefield changes rapidly. Similarly, assessment will also change at any time.

It's boring to reveal all the assessments!

Seeing all the cars speed up, Anxia's energy came up.

When the soldiers saw it, they all scolded.

"Are there any mistakes! Speed ​​up! Are you kidding us?"

"Two legs are faster than four wheels!"

"Say a ten-kilometer gathering, they suddenly speed up, how can we catch up!"

"Damn! How can people chase after them!"

How to chase?

Ah!

I don't want them to catch up!

The gun parts are still the last one!

Miao Hai has already ran to An Xia, "Isn't the magazine missing? Whose hand is it?"

"No, everyone asked. The fighters behind said that they had no parts in their hands." An Xia's face was dark, "There are only two possibilities, one is that the fighters didn't find it."

"One, the magazine is not in the hands of any fighter."

Miao Haidao: "You run first, I will ask the fighters afterwards."

"I just confirmed everything." An Xia stopped him from running back. There were twelve soldiers behind, about a hundred meters behind them. Miao Hai ran back one hundred meters, and he would definitely not be able to catch up with the car.

Furthermore, she had asked them one by one just now.

"The magazine is a big guy, and it's impossible to miss it. Therefore, I prefer that the magazine is not in the hands of any combatant." An Xia said, with eyes that are hotter than the sun, "change simple things. Complicated, that's more fun."

"Miao Hai, don't treat this assessment as an ordinary assessment, Fu Siling is probably arranging a tactical assessment!"

A lot of things will happen midway.

"Catch up with the car first, and then go to the car to elaborate." An Xia hugged the parts containing the two automatic rifles, speeding up his pace.

Miao Haidao: "Give me the gun and run together."

An Xia did not give the gun.

The gun is the life of a combatant, the gun is there, the gun is gone, and the person is gone.

Finally, he gave the backpack to Miao Hai.

Without the weight of the rucksack, An Xia's speed is very fast, surpassing countless fighters all the way.

Miao Hai's speed is also fast.

Carrying a rucksack did not affect his speed, just like a desert wolf running in the Gobi Desert, with a fearless and fierce attitude, breaking through the barriers and rushing to the distance he wanted to go.

The two of them had fallen behind to the latter stage, but now they sprinted suddenly, and the two of them rushed to the middle stage.