Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Fu Siling didn't disappoint the fighters either. He didn't talk too much nonsense, and went directly to the subject. His tone still kept the fighters clenching their teeth secretly, trying to restrain the urge to play instructors in Europe.

"Congratulations, 17 people have finished the assessment this time and returned to the original team to reunite with the acquaintances."

The tensed fighters couldn't breathe smoothly.

17 people eliminated!

so much!

Clenched his fists, dripping sweat, sank into the sandy ground with hot feet, and evaporated in a flash.

An Xia is very calm.

There are a lot of 17 people, but there will be no number representing her.

The last Anxia arrived was codenamed "100".

Soon, 17 sets of numbers were reported, and every time a set of numbers was reported, the atmosphere became suspicious. The sun was shining, and even the heart became hot and restless.

Everyone's body seemed to be wrapped with a layer of film, wrapped tightly from head to toe, wrapped in airtight, swept through with life-threatening suffocation, and vaguely felt that everyone was about to heatstroke.

"...54, 68, 71, 96, the above fighters congratulate you on your freedom." Fu Siling quickly reported the 17 sets of numbers, closed the folder with a "pop", and his sharp eyes swept over the 17 people who stood out. , And then, he didn't hesitate to say: "I will practice hard after I go back."

There is no encouragement, let alone comfort. The assessment is so cruel. If even this setback needs comfort, what special fighters are still being tested.

The glass heart is not suitable for being a special fighter.

The 17 eliminated fighters stood on the scorching sun, their feet stepped on the gravel, their bloodshot eyes flashed with water, and they couldn't tell whether it was sweat or tears.

The drops of water on the face flowed slowly along the cheeks, gathered under the jaw, and then dripped down. Here, they were eliminated, and here, their blood and sweat were also shed.

The truck that picked them up started, and the scent of gasoline burning came from the steaming air. The remaining 60 fighters clenched their rifles and watched the 17 fighters leave.

Jiang Wenbin appeared in front of the 17 combatants with a loud voice and shouting, "Go together!"

The 17 fighters who lost in this way took a difficult step, one step, two steps, a suppressed choking sound suddenly entered their ears, like a trembling piano, tapping the heartstrings, and the remaining 60 fighters could no longer bear to watch.

Baijinshi, sent them away today, what about next time?

Will you have yourself?

If you don't want to be eliminated, you must rush.

The 17 eliminated fighters began to board the car. Before boarding the car, each fighter turned around and saluted the remaining fighters.

"Take care, brother!"

I'm here now, I hope you can get what you want.

The silent message carries the unwillingness in their hearts, and the brothers who are willing to stay get what they want.

An Xia has seen too many cruel eliminations, and faced with the reluctance of 17 combatants, there is no fluctuation in her heart.

Where there is competition, we will be eliminated, and we must go and stay when we are eliminated.

Those who walk do not mean that they are bad, only that they are not strong enough to make them go to the end.

Life is like this. The person who walks far and stands tall is always the strongest person.

Relying on the family's shelter, the people who mixed up on high places will one day be unworthy of their position, and eventually fall from the high places without any bones.

Ye Youyin won't slow down until the truck leaves.

She was scared just now.

I was afraid that the number representing myself would appear in Fu Siling's folder, and I was afraid that I was also one of the 17 eliminated fighters, and was pulled away by a car and was eliminated.