After climbing 60 meters, I began to lose my bearing, the muscles of my body were extremely sore, and the weight was getting heavier and heavier, and I had to pay great physical strength for every step I climbed. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The sun was scorching, and the gravel floor was hot, and people stuck to it as if they were baking cakes, and like roasting meat. Sweat broke out on his forehead, and the sweat dripped on the ground and made a slight noise.

The scrivener felt that his physical strength was overdrawn, and most of his physical energy was consumed in the first three levels, and the easiest level to pass became a burden. He had to stop and rest for a moment.

Behind them, a large force approached the barbed wire. More than 30 people fell down one after another, and the black pressed a large area. The men crawled forward on all fours, clinging to the ground. Some foreigners smiled maliciously when they saw the scrivener lying on the spot, and at this rate they would soon overtake it, leaving the scrivener behind.

When I really got up, I realized that it was not the case, and a training subject that was usually very simple has now become so difficult. Some people climbed less than 30 meters and could no longer move, lying on the spot panting for breath. Others are slightly better, but they can't move when they climb to about fifty or sixty meters.

At this time, the scrivener box had climbed to a distance of one hundred and fifty meters, which was half of the entire fourth level. He stopped again to rest, and so far no one had reached the finish line. However, a few fast ones are already very close to the finish line, only thirty or forty meters.

The scrivener rested four more times in the middle, and finally successfully passed the fourth level. The magistrate looks at the watch and is within the allotted time.

The trailing Thirty gradually widened the distance, some climbed more than two-thirds, some just over halfway, and some only made it through a third.

"Brother, congratulations." Someone spoke to the scrivener.

When I looked up, it turned out to be Li Keji, the king of Tota. The scrivener opened his mouth and was full of suspicion, "Brother Li, you ......" He had the impression that Li Keji was plotted by foreigners on the stone mountain, because he didn't see Lao Li's shadow in the center of the lake.

"I'm lucky for my brother, I've arrived a step early." Li Keji understated.

"Brother Li, you haven't been plotted, it's great......" The scrivener was happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm so easy to be plotted. It's hard to die. ”

"Did you catch the guy behind the scenes?" The scrivener asked, now he didn't dare to determine that the one he had done was it.

Li Keji sighed: "Alas, no. That guy is slippery. I only saw a shadow, and I didn't even touch the hair. ”

"Oh......" The scrivener replied vaguely, since Li Keji didn't catch anyone, then the one he killed should be the one he killed. Thinking of this, he calmed down a lot, and getting rid of a mastermind behind the scenes is a good thing for every Chinese soldier. However, how can the mysterious man who is thirty meters underwater explain?

The magistrate began to look at his watch frequently, and time should be running out. After the scrivener came out, no second person came out from under the barbed wire. More than 30 people stretched a long distance, some were close to the end, some were still halfway, and some were even further behind.

"Five minutes." The magistrate shouted. Of course, it's still in English.

Li Keji asked what the scrivener meant, and the latter explained that there were five minutes left. The two looked at the crowd crawling under the barbed wire, some of them could not reach the end within the allotted time, and it was estimated that no more than fifteen people could pass.

A white soldier emerges from under the barbed wire, covered in sweat and dust on his cheeks, like a flower face singing Peking Opera. Although I was embarrassed, I couldn't hide my joy. The moment he got out of the barbed wire, he screamed and celebrated his success.

Then a second, a third, a fourth man came out...... Without exception, they were embarrassed, and without exception, they were happy.

"A minute." The magistrate shouted.

As the sound landed, Gao Li, one of the six Arhats, drilled out, and two more "pressed the whistle" behind him. There are three people in the back who are infinitely close to the finish line, and in the end they are eliminated because of overtime, not to mention most of the people behind, who can only accept the fate of elimination. It's not that they are not strong enough, but mainly because they have been delayed for too long in the previous level, and they have not been able to find a way to pass through the barbed wire fence on the lake. Maybe it can only be down to bad luck.

The scrivener looked around, and there were twenty people who had successfully passed the four levels within the specified time, which was more than the number stipulated by Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, and I don't know if they will continue to be eliminated. Looking more closely, many acquaintances have passed the test, Sun Dasheng and Song Da Tongue have passed the test smoothly, the black Garson and two white women have also passed the test, three of the six Arhats have passed successfully, and the other three are only one or two minutes away, unfortunately eliminated. In addition, there are several raw faces, both Chinese and foreigners.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had a pleased smile on his face, the number of people who passed the pass was more than he expected, and he was worthy of being the elite drawn from various units, and his combat effectiveness was really strong. However, according to the plan, only ten people were left, and a round of overtime had to be played. When he announced the overtime request in public. Everyone behaved calmly, and the cruel test of the four levels was passed, do you still care about the last level.

Twenty people use the method of confrontation in pairs, the winner stays, and the loser is eliminated, which is simple and rude. Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had planned to use a random method to draw lots to determine their respective opponents. This plan was unanimously resisted by Chinese soldiers and American and British soldiers, and along the way the two sides accumulated a lot of contradictions, and everyone held back their energy to compete in the overtime session.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel had to compromise and adopt the method of direct confrontation between Western and Chinese soldiers, and the number of people between the two sides was about the same anyway. However, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel solemnly pointed out that the confrontation should not be too rough, and fighting and killing will only lead to unnecessary attrition. Those who can go to overtime are elites, and every loss is unforgivable.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel personally worked out several confrontation plans, which were decided by random drawing. When the lieutenant colonel announced the confrontation method, all the Chinese soldiers were dumbfounded, and said that this is like a game, no matter how you look at it. 100-meter runs, wrist wrestling, dismantling firearms, bidding guns, archery, etc., and even rock-paper-scissors. It's all inherited from Western culture, but is it really related to war?

The Chinese soldiers naturally stood in one line, the American and British soldiers stood in the other, and Bhasin also stood in the camp of the Western army. There was one man darker than him, the African-American Garson. No more, no less, just ten people on one side.

The smell of gunpowder gradually became stronger, and the one-on-one elimination battle was undoubtedly the fiercest and most cruel, and success made it to the group of ten on a mission, and failure meant going back to their respective homes like everyone else who had fallen behind.