[Chapter 18: One More Trouble] Damn humanism-humanist spirit

"It's not a survival challenge at all, it's a death game!"

Long Tao finally broke down, he bent his neck and drilled into Joshua's back, he had long since lost the arrogance he had at the beginning.

For some reason, Syfir frowned disapprovingly as he watched his movements.

Long Tao escaped by luck.

Not long after Ye Zhao and the others left, a team of heavily armed elite soldiers raided the original stationing place of everyone. The freshmen, who had already panicked by the school's abrupt abandonment, were arrested before they could put up a strong resistance, and it soon became clear that these were not elite soldiers at all—they were clearly freshmen who had just entered the school not long ago!

From their mouths, everyone learned that when the freshmen were divided into two places for training, they were also divided into two camps at the same time. During this month-long field training, they had to ensure that they could survive, and they had to be on guard against each other's attacks at all times.

If one side is overwhelmingly dominant at the end, then all the students on that side can directly enter the college, while the other side will only choose the freshman who is the first in the overall element.

"If that's the only reason, there's no need for the other party to kill you, right?" Most of the freshmen are not very vicious people, as long as they ensure that the students on their side are prosecuted by themselves within a month, they can still win.

Long Tao gritted his teeth: "They must be crazy!" ”

Ye Zhao: "......"

Joshua: "......"

Shalfir: "......"

Tony: "......"

Lose your marbles?

Long Tao seemed to be afraid that they would not believe it, so he rolled up his sleeve to show them his wounds.

"They beat you?"

Ye Zhao was surprised, this hand seemed to be a bit heavy.

Long Tao shrank twice more when he heard this. As the only son in the family, he has been pampered since he was a child, and the people around him treat him as a treasure in the palm of his hand one by one, where is he willing to let him suffer a little grievance? Not to mention beating, even speaking ill of each other is rare.

But today, when the freshmen on the other side saw his rampant attitude, they beat him up without saying a word, and they showed no mercy at all.

Ye Zhao was roughly clear in his heart, it was estimated that this young master had not suffered that grievance, so he desperately ran out for help-

I really thought that Cheng Dù was going to kill him!

He sighed and turned his head to ask for Sefir's opinion: what to do?

At this point, it is impossible for them to do it alone if they are working as a team.

Sefir glanced at Joshua, who was comforting Long Tao, and sneered: "It's better to send this general to get his mecha first." ”

That man was really an eyesore in his eyes now.

"Will you come with us, or will you stay where you are and wait for us to come back?" Ye Zhao asked Long Tao.

"I—I'm with you!" Long Tao nodded immediately.

For him, staying where he was was like waiting for death.

"Okay," Ye Zhao sighed, one more trouble, "You can follow up later, and do whatever you want to hear?" ”

"Why should I listen to you?!" Long Tao, who had been repairing for a while, regained a little confidence, he hadn't forgotten that he and the person in front of him were still incompatible.

"It's okay if you don't listen to me," Ye Zhao leaned over to the white tiger with a smile, "It's hungry." ”

If it weren't for the damn humanist spirit, he really wanted to throw this stinky young master away.