The aborigines are happy.

"Ning is really different, different from those contestants we've seen before."

In the past, those contestants longed for their eyes to grow on the top of their heads, and no one cared about the life or death of the aborigines. In the eyes of those people, these aborigines are dispensable, and when they die, they die in vain, but they would rather value every life than despise them.

Ning Chen bent the corner of his lower lip. It is love to help, and it is duty not to help. What's more, this trip, these people who come out with themselves have to take a big risk. The slightest deviation is death.

And these people are quite aware of this, but they are fighting for their lives just because of a "favor". The god speed shoes are a great change, and the draft does not forget the well diggers, which brings great benefits to the No. 8 base, and the aborigines are grateful, and dare to sell their lives without asking for anything in return.

Even if he really needed to repay, Ning Chen had already paid this "reward" in advance. But Ning Chen, if you are kind to me, I will pay back ten points.

Therefore, at this moment, the No. 8 base does not know that if you plant a good cause today, you will reap a good fruit tomorrow, and you will benefit immensely from the entire 51741, and you will only be loyal to one person!

And Ning Chen didn't know that it was also this kind thought, when in the near future, when she was at her most critical, millions of aborigines were actually brave for her to enter the imperial capital star, and there were countless casualties, and they were willing to do it.

Three days later.

The group was disgraced, and everyone rushed out dozens of meters in an instant, like streamers passing through the ground plane, close to the speed of the peak of the B rank of physical fitness, so that they kept moving at a high speed. This not only amazed netizens, but also attracted great attention from the military.

At the same time, in the middle of a mountain forest, here is a mud swamp area, a "mud man", full of mud, against the gravity twice that of 51741, like a turtle speed, slowly swallowing in the mountain forest, step by step mud footprints, sweaty walking forward.

This man is none other than Yan Lang.

Yan Lang was really a tragic urge, he entered the teleportation channel that day, and when he opened his eyes again, he fell into the mire, half of his body was sold by the mire, and he was almost drowned by the mire.

It's hard to break free, but gravity is also a pit. Yan Lang has only C in the three standards, and if you want to walk smoothly and freely on the life star of 51741, you must have at least B in physical fitness.

After walking a few steps, he was out of breath and grabbed some withered yellow leaves and stuffed them into his mouth. He was stripped clean before teleporting, and he had nothing on his body except for what he was wearing, and he had survived by eating dead leaves for the past few days. Even the tasteless nutritional powder in the past is now a little missed when I think about it.

"Grass! Is the military trying to play dead old man? Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil, he doesn't believe that he can starve to death here! But after eating the leaves for several days, Yan Lang's body has a little problem. There is an imbalance of nutrition in his body, and his health value has dropped from more than 90 to more than 60, and the decline in his health value is also directly reflected in his body.

Such as weakness in the limbs, dizziness, nausea, lack of water, etc. Once the health drops to a critical point, the military will send a medic to take Yan Lang away.

However, Yan Lang was a little unwilling.

He doesn't compare himself to others, but the bastards of the scrap battalion, the other dozen or so people are fine, if he is the first to withdraw from this game, MD might as well plunge into the mire and drown himself.

He has no face, he also wants to have face!