The battle of grain and grass around Group A soon evolved into another version.

This time, Wen Zhichen, who took away the grain and grass, was stopped by Lu Hongyu, who was in hot pursuit, before he arrived at the boundary of Group A.

"I've caught up, haven't you?

"Then rely on your ability to take it!" Wen Zhichen did not back down, his fingertips quickly carved, and lines of transparent characters flashed out of thin air, forming complex formulas in mid-air. The power of the invisible law, like a tight net, pressed down on Lu Hongyu's head.

Lu Hongyu brandished his spear and picked up several spears one after another. Under his powerful stabbing blow, the runes quickly collapsed and disappeared one after another. Although they will be rewritten in the rear after Wen Zhichen's manipulation, they still can't resist the sharpness of the serial marksmanship.

In the end, Wen Zhichen couldn't resist the enemy, so he could only hurriedly release a formation pattern and set it up in front of him as a shield. At the same time, he gave up the grain and grass, turned around and retreated.

However, when he turned around, the corners of his mouth quietly pulled a smile, and then quickly disappeared. It seems that everything is in his plan.

Over there, Lu Hongyu swept the formation pattern with one shot, and saw that there were no more reinforcements from Group A nearby, so he was relieved and returned to Gengcheng with grain and grass with satisfaction.

Although this battle did end too easily, in Lu Hongyu's eyes, a celestial arithmetic like Wen Zhichen was not a real martial artist at all. What they are best at is just writing test papers in the academy, or writing a few programs for enterprises, which are all this kind of "Sven" type of work. When it comes to head-to-head combat, it is inevitable that there will be some inferiority.

In this way, the grain and grass were successfully transported back to Group B, and everyone laughed at Group A's poor donkey skills.

Until the third watch in the middle of the night, all the soldiers of Group B, including the virtual soldiers, suddenly vomited and diarrhea collectively, tossing for nearly a night, and they were miserable.

This group A actually poisoned the grain and grass!

They deliberately let us take back the grain and grass in the first place!

Although Feng Qiwu detoxified everyone afterwards, the batch of grain and grass that Lu Hongyu snatched back was obviously no longer usable. Not to mention the reserves at the beginning of the trial, which had already been depleted by now.

"Recently, there has been a shortage of grain and grass, and the notice will be sent down, and all departments will try to save expenses in the future. In the end, Feng Qiwu made such a decision, "The food supply is sufficient for the virtual soldiers, and the other personnel can save a meal." ”

And this arrangement, not unexpectedly, immediately caused a wail.

Although my companions' cooking skills were not very good before, at least they still had to eat, but now they are really hungry!

The reason why the supply of virtual soldiers is prioritized is that they, the trialists, can still endure, but the virtual soldiers are just a set program, and they will only act according to the program. When you are full, you will be full of energy, and if you are not full, you will be sluggish. After a long time, these big living people are not as precious as a group of virtual NPCs!

"Since Group A has made us suffer such a big loss, we can't let them have a good time!" Shen Antong mysteriously motioned for everyone to come closer, "Listen to me, I have a way-"

Just after Group B had just been poisoned by food, they sent their generals to the warehouse again to transport grain. At first, Group A also felt strange, but they thought that they had run out of food and grass, so they naturally wanted to replenish it as soon as possible, so they still went to grab food according to the old way.

Everything went smoothly as usual, but they didn't want to, when they pushed the grain cart they had taken to the foot of the mountain, a burning torch was suddenly thrown on the side, and it landed firmly on the grain and straw bag.

The soldiers of Group A subconsciously gathered around and tried to extinguish the fire, but at this moment, the cart full of grain and grass suddenly exploded with a "boom", and it turned out that the bag was not filled with grain and grass at all, but the gunpowder that Group B had hidden in it early in the morning!

As for the real grain and grass - the one sent to the granary by Group B at that time actually had two teams of people. After arriving at the warehouse, one group left with a grain cart loaded with gunpowder, while the other group stayed in the warehouse for the time being. When the first group attracted the attention of Group A, the second group of centaurs, with real food and grass, went back to the city along the path.

This time, the A group of Zhongji was quite miserable, and it was blown up to the ground, not only killing several virtual baggage soldiers, but even an accompanying trialist was seriously injured.

"Haha, you deserve it, who let you dare to rob us of our grain and grass!" After everyone in Group B laughed, they couldn't help but worship Shen Antong, who was known as the "little witch", again.

To be honest, this girl is really a love-hate girl.

From the very beginning, she took the snacks sponsored by the manufacturer and recommended them to others everywhere to try. Although everyone knows that she is only working hard for the "product placement contract" she signed, she is still quite welcome every time.

Until the recent food crisis, her snacks have really become a lifesaver for her stomach. And Shen Antong obviously knows the value of her small granary, so she sits on the ground and starts the price, and if she wants to ask her for snacks, she will have to buy it at a high price! If you don't have enough money, you can use points to offset it!

Profiteers, profiteers! Everyone who could help her advertise in the first place has done it, and even pulling the snack package with her and smirking at the camera in the sky, many people nodded and agreed. Now that the famine is present, what she wants is not to get through the difficulties with everyone, but to squeeze others dry again!

While admiring her business acumen, everyone still has to despise this profiteer again!

Compared with Shen Antong, who never let himself suffer losses and lived a nourishing life all day long, most of the people in Group B could only either pay for their lives or starve obediently.

Among them, Qiao Xiying was even more hungry and cried. In the evening of that day, as soon as Yan Xuemeng walked out of the kitchen, she saw her sitting alone in the courtyard, smoking.

"It's really hard...... Qiao Xiying kept wiping her tears, "It's just to participate in a trial, why is it so hard! I haven't eaten enough for a few days!"

In fact, starvation is also secondary. More importantly, such a holographic simulation environment is indeed a highly restored ancient battlefield. Here, there is no soft bed, no warm bath, neither lying on the bed to blow air conditioning, nor leaning on the sofa to play with jade slips. As trialists, they are treated exactly like a true ancient warrior.

If the first day was fresh, but after a few days, the deep fatigue penetrated almost every bone of them.

In addition to the harshness of the environment and the boredom of life, what is even more difficult is the despair that is shrouded all the time.

Today you are sitting in the city, and at some point the enemy army will suddenly come to you. As soldiers defending the city, their spirits must be tense at all times, and at the slightest disturbance, they must immediately enter a state of combat readiness. On such days, Qiao Xiying felt that she was about to be tortured into a nervous breakdown.

In addition, you eat and live with a group of virtual soldiers, train with them, and even if you know that they are just programs, you are not without feelings for each other. But they don't know when a brutal war will take their lives. Today, you collect the corpses of your comrades-in-arms, and tomorrow, it may be your comrades-in-arms' turn to collect the corpses for you. This kind of precarious destruction always makes people feel that there is no hope for the future.

"I really want to go back...... I want to go back...... Woo woo...... "The more Qiao Xiying cried, the more sad she became. She really regretted participating in this trial. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't pull her face, she would have wanted to apply for withdrawal directly many times!

"Sister Xuemeng, don't you feel bitter?" Looking at Yan Xuemeng, who was sitting beside her and gently hugged her, Qiao Xiying felt even more deeply aggrieved, "You are the eldest lady of Tianxiao Pavilion, you should have never suffered this kind of suffering, right?"

"It's indeed the first time," Yan Xuemeng's eyes drooped slightly, but in the eyes she raised later, there was no similar complaint, but a faint warmth, "However, it is also very meaningful." ”

Her face, reflecting the orange-red glow of the sunset, has an intoxicating softness.

"It is precisely because of this unprecedented experience that more people realize that we are fortunate to live in an era of peace. We may not experience all kinds of life and death in war, but it is precisely because of this that we should cherish the preciousness of peace and cherish the friendship with our fellow soldiers......"

"Occasionally, isn't it fun to be a completely different version of yourself?"

……

It was a night without stars. The night in Castle B also seems to be darker than usual.

Feng Boliang was still buried in front of the table, using the vigil time to study the latest strategy.

In front of her was the map that she had looked at and looked at. But now, as if it were the first time she had checked, she was gently making circles on the drawings with a red pen.

The room was quiet, only the tip of the pen touching the drawing, rubbing a slightly rough rustle.

Mo Gucheng sat in the corner of the house, still cultivating against time. The spiritual power released from the outside slowly swirled around his body, and from time to time a thick white gas erupted from the top of his head, and an expanding energy was precipitating and intertwining in his body.

Every night, the two of them are in the same room like this, but they don't interfere with each other. They hadn't said a word since their last failed attack on E-City.

I don't know when, Mo Gucheng has quietly opened his eyes. Looking at the half-bright candle flame and the clear face reflected by the firelight, there were also slight fluctuations in my heart.

What kind of girl is she...... It's completely different from the girls I've seen before.

Others, either squeamish and superficial, their only hobbies are just dressing up, chasing famous brands, or simple-minded, only chasing handsome guys and screaming...... On the surface, she has all of these qualities. However, she is special, her most essential soul is stronger than those people, and she is also ...... Interesting.

A girl, but she has to jump up on one shoulder and bear all the victories and defeats and consequences alone...... Even if it's Yan Yueque, who talks big all day long, I'm afraid he didn't fight so hard, right?

Why is she so distressed? In order to be famous? Her fame has long been resounding all over the world. With her family background, she was born with everything, even if she doesn't do anything, she can still enjoy a happy life of "being born at the end".

So, is it really just because she likes it?

I want to ask her, just because she likes it, she pays without regrets, is it worth it?

I also want to tell her that this suit of armor is actually really suitable for her.

It's much better than those messy non-mainstream looks.

……

The candle flame flickered, and after a long time of studying at the desk, Feng Boliang seemed to be a little tired. She straightened up, and just as she wanted to move her neck, a faint voice suddenly sounded in her ears.

"Is it bothered?"

Feng Boliang raised his head in surprise. Mo Gucheng, who had always regarded her as nothing, had been treating her as nothing for a few days, but at this time, when he passed by her, he took a look at her.

"I'm not going to fight, am I really bothering you?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Mo Gucheng spoke again. It's still the usual clear and cold voice, but this time, there seems to be a little more imperceptible temperature in it.

"No," Feng Bo shook his head coolly when he came back to his senses, "After all, this task is not your business alone, even if you lose, you can't put all the blame on you." ”

"I'll keep thinking about strategy," she pinched the bridge of her nose and stood up to pour herself a glass of water, "if you're tired, go to sleep." ”

“…… It's not your business alone. He glanced at her, but left this sentence coldly.

There are some things I want to say, but I still can't say them.

He thought about telling her to say it if she was really tired. As long as it's not too much, he can try to fit in with her strategy a little.

Not for Group A, nor for this trial, it has nothing to do with him what Yan Yueque and others think.

Just for her.

"Brother Lonely City. When Mo Gucheng was about to walk out of the room, Feng Boliang suddenly called out softly behind him.

Mo Gucheng was stunned and stopped, there was a strange expectation in his heart. Expecting that she would ask for it.

"You don't want to cooperate with you, but I still want to thank you. ”

Feng Boliang was holding a glass of water, standing behind him, and opened his mouth with a smile. Her attitude is still as lively as ever, and the previous Wucheng incident, as well as the loss of command, etc., do not seem to have any impact on her.

"Because you've taught me that it's always better to rely on yourself than on someone else. ”

Mo Gucheng's expression was slightly cold: "Is this sarcastic about me?"

"No, really!" Feng Boliang raised his head and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

Mo Gucheng was stunned and stopped, there was a strange expectation in his heart. Expecting that she would ask for it.

"You don't want to cooperate with you, but I still want to thank you. ”

Feng Boliang was holding a glass of water, standing behind him, and opened his mouth with a smile. Her attitude is still as lively as ever, and the previous Wucheng incident, as well as the loss of command, etc., do not seem to have any impact on her.

"Because you've taught me that it's always better to rely on yourself than on someone else. ”

Mo Gucheng's expression was slightly cold: "Is this sarcastic about me?"

"No, really!" Feng Boliang raised his head and smiled at him in a friendly manner.

(End of chapter)