"Whoosh!" a spark flew by in his ear, and Locke hurriedly turned sideways to a tiger pounce, rolled over and hid behind a sandbag.

"Bang!" Immediately afterward, two sparks flashed overhead.

In the next moment, I heard seven or eight meters on the other side of the sandbag, and Ma Shuo greeted with a cold smile: "The two are out." ”

How many people are left?

Now, that's the only thought in Locke's head, charcoal sparks are so powerful.

Charcoal is still charcoal, and Mars is still Mars. But it's only because of the different people who use it that it gives off almost the same visual effect as a bullet.

Especially when the orange dots flash in front of you, that feeling is really similar to the atmosphere of a night shootout.

No wonder, no wonder this little instructor was wary of them last night, and today he was dodging a rain of bullets. Until a second before Ma Shuo popped out the charcoal with his fingers, not to mention Locke's group of soldiers, even Ralph Dimon was unimpressed.

A stinky boy who doesn't have any hair, will the instructor really let him teach himself a group of top soldiers? Ridicule and ridicule are the main themes, and he also wants to take the opportunity to let the stinky boy know what it means to be high and thick.

I never thought that it would be like this now. Locke suddenly felt that he was really weak, or that under the restricted rules that Ma Shuo had customized, he could only run away and dodge and not fight back, and everyone was completely suppressed!

Is the battlefield like this? Undeniable!

The reserves of the Golden Guard are also the top fighters selected from other regular armies. All of them are top seedlings who have really seen blood killing, and they are very young and have extremely huge potential.

The battlefield demonstrated by Ma Shuo alone with charcoal Mars is almost equivalent to hundreds of elite soldiers. In less than three or four minutes, there were only about six of them left.

Who's slapping whom? Why is this happening? Why? What the is this?

Is it because I drank too much at noon yesterday, so I haven't sobered up yet?

Is this a dream? Damn!

The thoughts that were cluttered in my head only lasted for a moment. Then he fell on all fours and crawled behind the sandbag, and his legs rushed forward quickly.

In the next second, he heard the "pop" three times of spark splashing behind him, which shocked Locke into a cold sweat in an instant.

He is the first, and even if he dies, he will fight until he is the only one left.

"Bones!" Turning over again and throwing himself into the trench full of mud, wiping the muddy water from his face, Locke heard Ma Shuo's greeting again in the distance: "Three out!

Locke suddenly sighed in his heart: Not good!

The number of people was halved again in an instant, and there were only three people left including him, how could he survive in the next fifty minutes or so?

Win and dream!

Locke has completely given up on the intention of winning, can hold out for a few minutes is a few minutes, and still want to win?

But the only remaining obsession in his heart is that even if he is forced out, he must be the last to be out.

On the other side, the instructor, who had always stood still, was completely stunned by the training scene.

So fast!

Tossing and turning, jumping up and down, agile as a monkey climbing in the forest. And after the first two minutes, he suddenly realized that Ma Shuo had been chasing everyone for so long, but he didn't feel out of breath at all when he spoke!

Is the physical strength so good?

You must know that ordinary people who run at full strength for more than 20 seconds will definitely have a more or less gasping feeling when they speak. But the child seemed to have never moved, and his tone of voice was still so steady.

And looking at the height and posture of this child, he is obviously still a teenager. Where did he learn this?

Who taught?

This question suddenly flashed through the instructor's head, and he looked at the more and more soldiers around him with drooping heads, most of them had dark cheeks or arms, but there were hardly any traces of charcoal on their clothes.

"Tomato?Knight?" Staring at Ma Shuo's fast-moving chasing figure, the instructor couldn't help but murmur in a low voice: "The physical strength is top-level, the body technique is advanced, and the hidden weapon is probably also a high-level level." ”

If these were all put on an adult, and even Locke had these abilities, he wouldn't be as shocked as he is now.

But it's just a thirteen or fourteen-year-old kid in front of him!

How can it be?

While the instructor and all the soldiers around him were all looking at this battle with shocked faces, two more people trotted back with their heads drooped.

After beating their chests with shame on their faces, the two of them said in frustration: "Report to the instructor, except for Locke." We, we're all dead. ”

After speaking, the two lowered their heads again and sighed, as the top elite soldiers, they had never felt that they had been defeated so badly and so quickly.

With just one word, he pulled the instructor out of his chaotic thoughts, looked at the two of them and nodded slightly: "You are all very good to be able to hold on until now, return to the team." ”

"Yes!" The two of them replied so weakly, although the instructor did not punish and reprimand them, but the shame and self-blame in their hearts, when the two returned to the team, they also stabbed everyone in the heart again.

Next, it's up to Locke himself!

The instructor didn't know where Locke was at this time, so he could only focus his eyes on Ma Shuo. I hope this kid can find Locke later and won't embarrass him too much!

Ma Shuo seemed to hear the instructor's heart, and suddenly slowed down his search at this time. Holding the torch in his left hand like a scimitar, he looks so leisurely from time to time playing with a knife flower.

When the fighters who were eliminated saw this, there was almost nothing in their hearts that they were not angry.

But Ralph Damon, as an instructor, forcibly suppressed the slight anger in his heart, hoping that Ma Shuo could play so much for a while!

If Locke is hit soon, then the training plan, which was originally an hour, will be completely over in ten minutes!

He didn't want to see that happen, and neither did all the soldiers behind him.

But the rules have been formulated, if you don't want to bear the reputation of backsliding, you have to carry it to the end no matter how hard you are!

As a former teacher of the King of the Federation, it doesn't matter how others misunderstand him. But he himself can't spoil his sense of glory, and he can't!

"Soldier Locke, where are you?" Ma Shuo danced with his torch again, and looked back at the hint of fish belly white in the east. Turning his gaze back to the position he had all the soldiers work together to make after he had designed it last night.

His ears moved slightly from time to time, and he paused for a moment before continuing to move forward.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a "bang!" sound from the muddy soup on the right side, and Ma Shuo instantly turned around and stepped over.

Almost at the same time, he shouted loudly: "Got you!"