A position, less than half a meter away, usually seems nothing, but for the 100-meter race, it is not a small gap. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Song Da fell behind the moment his tongue started, and he gritted his teeth and desperately chased after him. However, the opponent did not give in vain, and also tried his best. is still the same sentence, those who can come here are elites, and those who can break through to the last level are even more delicate among the elites, who can be much worse than whom.

Song Da Tongue shouldered a heavy burden, knowing the importance of success or failure in this game, and everything was naturally fine if he won the game, and if he lost, not only would he be eliminated, but the other Chinese soldiers would also be embarrassed. The Chinese soldiers have lost two games in a row, and they can't afford to lose the third game, otherwise they will be like dominoes pushed to the end. The blow to the Chinese soldiers was unimaginable, at least in terms of morale, they were severely suppressed by their opponents.

Song Da's tongue really struggled, and he used all his strength in a very short time, and his chest began to feel stuffy and painful after only running a few dozen meters, and there were signs of vomiting blood. Finally recovered half of his position. There are still more than 30 meters behind, and we have to make persistent efforts.

Song Da Tongue chased desperately all the way, and the white man was not idle, and he also exerted the explosive power of his body to the extreme. Seeing that the Chinese soldiers were approaching step by step, and there were signs of being on a par with him, this guy was in a hurry, suppressed the urge to vomit blood, and took a step and ran desperately. This guy's pace is very particular, the distance and frequency of each step are very scientific, the movement and breathing maintain a certain coordination, and he can run faster and farther distances with the same physical exertion. This is the result of systematic training in military schools, and even running, a seemingly simple event, contains considerable technical content.

On the other hand, Song Da has a big tongue, the whole big man is coarse, he can't be so well educated, he just knows how to take a big step and work hard. Lao Song has been running crazy on the street since he was a child, and he doesn't think that running still has so much knowledge.

The last few tens of meters were scorching, and both of them tried their best. Song Da Tongue chased all the way, and the gap was slowly narrowing, and there was a tendency to go hand in hand. In the eyes of many people, there is no gap, and the disadvantage of the start is being chased back little by little.

Although it is not a war, it is more tense than a war. Both Chinese and foreigners are staring and watching, and it is still difficult to say who will win and who will lose.

"Come on, Artis!" There were foreign soldiers shouting, cheering for their companions. This white man who competed was called Attis.

The cheering didn't last long, less than a few seconds. Because the arena was so intense that the onlookers were not in the mood to shout cheers. They all stared at the arena silently, praying for their companions.

At a distance of 100 meters, it only takes 10 seconds to run at full strength. The authorities and bystanders have been going through a battle for as long as a battle. The Chinese cannot afford to lose this battle, and if they lose again, their morale will suffer a heavy blow. Foreigners can't afford to lose, and if they win one more game, it will be three wins in a row, which will greatly help boost morale.

In the last ten meters, others seemed to be absolutely neck-and-neck, and both of them did their best, even if they were tired to death. The two sides alternately lead, and neither can throw anyone away even half a position smaller.

In the last three meters, they were neck and neck, and no one dared to slack off at the last moment. Almost shoulder to shoulder across the finish line.

The scene was quiet, and the final result was predicted. It can only be described by the word "prediction", because in the eyes of many people, the two crossed the finish line at the same time, and it is difficult to distinguish the winner from the loser.

Most of the Chinese soldiers thought that Song Da's tongue was so fast that it could only be described as a trace of it. But it's enough, and a win is a win.

The American and British soldiers thought that the Attis was so fast that it was a few tenths of a second, and it could only be described as a few tenths of a second, because the advantage was really limited.

On the contrary, Song Da Tongue and Ardis did not participate in the argument, but just sat on the ground and panted.

Arguments don't work, it's up to the magistrates. All eyes were on the magistrate on the scene: a small but somewhat heroic white officer.

There is a bad premonition that Lao Song may lose, because the referee is Western, and racial and cultural differences can sometimes play a role, making the game itself no longer fair.

Several magistrates gathered together to whisper a discussion, and a few minutes later the valiant white referee stepped forward and announced that the winner was Ardis.

Wow...... The audience was in an uproar. The American and British soldiers cheered and won three games in a row, which is self-evident for the morale boost. The morale of the Chinese soldiers will be infinitely suppressed, and the will to fight will gradually be weakened.

One stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the Chinese soldiers were angry and frowned one by one to express their dissatisfaction! Obviously, they are neck and neck and hit the line at the same time, how can it be concluded that it is Addis who wins. There is no convincing reason for them. Chinese soldiers began to heckle and protest the unfair verdict.

"We're not convinced!" Someone shouted.

"Let's win!" Someone chimed in.

"It's not a fair result, at least an extra game."

"Biased white-handed referees get out!"

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At this time, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, who has rarely appeared, appeared again, this person rarely appeared in the arena, but everyone knew that he was the commander-in-chief of this selection competition.

The scrivener protested to Mr. Lieutenant Colonel in English, and he was the only one of the Chinese present who understood English, so he naturally stood up to speak out for Chinese.

The Lieutenant Colonel listened first to the complaint of the scrivener box and then to the opinion of the magistrate. Finally, he cordially said to the Chinese soldiers: "Dear Chinese soldiers, my partners, do you think that the punishment is wrong? ”

"Of course, please give us a reasonable explanation." The scrivener box took the lead in replying.

Mr. Lieutenant Colonel appreciated the English proficiency of the scrivener, nodded with a smile, and said, "Okay, I'll give you a reasonable explanation now." Do you remember the finish line? ”

The scrivener nodded, "Yes." ”

"Okay." Mr. Lieutenant Colonel also smiled and nodded, "The situation at that time was that Ardis and Song were on the same line, and it was indeed impossible to distinguish the order. But there is one detail not to forget, Ardis poked his head forward at the moment he hit the line, so that he was a quarter of a position ahead of Song. So the winner is Addis. ”

The scrivener listened while recalling the situation at the time, it was true, the moment Ardis hit the line, there was indeed a probe movement. In this case, it is really Ardis winning.

An interpreter translated Mr. Lieutenant Colonel's words to the Chinese soldiers present. Now the crowd was silent, and there was indeed such a thing. Some Chinese soldiers continue to express dissatisfaction, who prescribes that the probe also counts? Most of the Chinese soldiers tacitly acquiesced in defeat, albeit humiliated, but ultimately defeated.

Song Da's tongue couldn't hide the loss in his heart after learning the result, and the whole person was like a frosted eggplant. It's just defeated, confused, and unwilling!