The two men who were pointed out saw that they couldn't hide, so they simply stood up and reported the ranks, but they didn't say anything about the characteristics of their abilities, obviously preparing to stay behind.

"Two British and first order, no wonder you have to be cautious." Jiang Xiuming stopped Yu Deye, who wanted to be questioned, generally speaking, he is not a tyrant-type leader, and sometimes, this weak temperament is really unable to control the scene.

"Commander Tang, can you give me a set of power armor?" The second woman opened her mouth and threw Tang Zheng a wink, she knew how to use her advantages.

"Hey, it's always first come, first come, right?" Ying Ernan licked his lips and stared at him, thinking about whether to use this woman to make a threat.

"If you don't want to get hurt before the game starts, try challenging me!" The woman lifted her chin and made a defiant gesture.

The cruel law of the jungle cultivates the conquerors like wolves, and once they see their prey showing flaws, they will not hesitate to pounce and bite them, so women can't show weakness at all.

"Shut up, the teleportation is complete, and the Holy Land War has officially begun!"

"Hey, wait, I'm not ready yet!" Ying Ernan found that he still had a few hundred points left, and just wanted to consume them all, but his right hand had disappeared.

The silver Trojan didn't listen to the toys at all, and the white light lit up one after another, and all of them teleported away.

"Silver Trojan Horse, Nyima!"

After a few seconds, the room was empty, save for a few echoes of swearing.

"Hmph, the big show begins, come on, I've been waiting for too long, I must get the opportunity to challenge this time!"

The cube muttered a few words, and finally glanced at the miserable white room, and with a thud, disappeared.

Tang Zheng's vision hadn't recovered yet, he just straightened his waist and touched his head. Lean forward subconsciously. As a result, the forehead was hit again.

"it, pit people!"

When he saw the surrounding environment, even Tang Zheng, who was already fully prepared, couldn't help but burst into foul language unexpectedly.

This is a space with a bottom area of only one square meter and a height of less than one meter eighty-five, and the ceiling is still slowly descending at this time, so Tang Zheng has to squat down.

Because of the tactical backpack on his back. It took up more space, Tang Zheng couldn't even turn around easily, and had to make a lot of effort to hold it to his chest.

The ceiling dropped to a height of one meter before it stopped.

Tang Zheng could only remain sitting, and wanted to stretch his arms and legs. There's no room.

"I don't know how long I'll be locked up, and if the newcomers are treated the same, then they're out of luck." Tang Zheng originally thought that entering the game would be a fierce battle, but he didn't expect to wait for this kind of alternative test.

The detention is like a small black house, in fact, the mental torture is not much worse than the situation of dying, this is completely like cutting the flesh with a blunt knife, and the longer the time drags on. The more it hurts.

"Hopefully it's over soon." Tang Zheng looked at the time. Then he closed his eyes, but he didn't dare sleep. Who knows if you'll suddenly run into any trouble?

1 hour, 5 hours, 12 hours......

When Tang Zheng felt hungry, he found that a whole day had passed, and even with his strong physical fitness, his muscles felt a slight soreness.

Even if you keep one position for a long time, the walls around you will always be the same color, and the air will begin to become turbid and thin, so that even ordinary people can feel the suffocating feeling that is slowly approaching.

It's worse than being in a coffin, because then you'll be able to lie down and save your energy.

Tang Zheng tried, and the space watch was really restricted, even if he fused the key of time and space, but it could only act on himself, and it had little impact on props.

took out a can of tuna, opened it, Tang Zheng pulled out the survival folding knife wrapped in the thigh knife sleeve, inserted a piece of fish, and tasted it slowly.

The originally comfortable temperature became hot and dry after a day, and Tang Zheng was not so embarrassed that he was sweating, and he still sweated.

Maintaining a calm state of mind, Tang Zheng's gaze swept across the surrounding walls inch by inch, this was the fifth time he had looked for clues, but he still hadn't found anything valuable.

As time passed, the conquerors were like the Monkey King who was crushed under the Five Finger Mountain, powerless and powerless, and could only watch.

Sometimes, crises are not terrible, but waiting without a goal is even more terrifying.

On the first day, the conquerors didn't dare to sleep at all, for fear of missing some hints, or fearing that they wouldn't wake up in time when the teleportation arrived, and that they would be in danger.

The brutality of the Holy Land War was so loud that the conquerors treated it with the best of their energy, only to be consumed by this soft knife instead.

"It's a test of body and will, right?" Holding his knees in one hand and chocolate in the other, he chewed slowly, and the experience of closing the small black house, he had tasted it when he was fifteen years old, "It takes time, and it consumes more energy, and ordinary people will collapse early in less than three days of captivity under the illumination of this dim light." ”

Including the Seven Great Seeds, the Trojan team that entered the Holy Land War all encountered the same problem, and after surviving the first two days, most of them began to keep their sleep as usual according to the time, even if they missed the news, they did not insist on waiting.

The rules are fair, and the few guys who have not slept all the time, persevered, and who were lucky enough, at some point, saw the handwriting flashing on the wall, although they didn't know what it was, but memorized it by rote.

Some of the conquistadors tried to attack the wall and make a pathway, only to shrink the space even more, and they were suddenly too frightened to act rashly.

Not only that, but this behavior also led to a drop in the team's points and a negative value.

On the watch screen, there is a list of heroes, marking the points of each team, of course, the names of the other teams are blacked out, and you can only see the team's.

The Warhammers are in the middle of the table, with a minus of more than 100 points, but the gap is not big.

After one hundred and twenty hours of torment, teleportation finally arrived again.

"Or is it an interior space?" Tang Zheng's sense of touch is so keen, although the airflow has become slightly larger, it is still not strong enough to be natural wind.

When the curse suddenly sounded, Tang Zheng's eyesight recovered, and he couldn't help frowning.

"Another secret room?" Tang Zheng stood up, and as soon as his body moved, he made a snapping sound, and even a faint arc of electricity burst on his skin.

It was a 50-square-meter airtight room, with white walls, spray-painted graffiti in many places, and no exit except for an iron door with no windows.

Twenty men and women were teleported in at the same time, six of them moving their hands and feet, cursing in low voices.

"A combination of conquerors and newcomers, and all other squads?"

Tang Zheng has a good memory, although he only glanced at the newcomers in the Trojan room, he generally has an impression.

The Trojan had apparently disrupted the squad, and there was more than one district mix.

Ten of the twenty were distinctly Southeast Asian in appearance.

"Is anyone there? Open the door! Two female white-collar workers, who were obviously newcomers, ran to the iron gate, banging incessantly, their faces full of panic.

"Nima, the silver is too tricky." A man spoke Vietnamese, but was immediately startled and quickly changed to Chinese.

Being locked up for five days has made the state of the conquerors drop too much, and their thinking has slowed down, so they have revealed their flaws.

Tang Zheng's expression was not traced, and he was looking at the environment, as if he hadn't noticed the performance of the Vietnamese man.

The other red-haired man was mentally shocked and wary of Vietnamese men.

"Battle five scum!" The Vietnamese man was relieved when he saw Tang Zheng's performance, and then regarded the red-haired man as a big enemy to pay attention to.

With the lesson learned in the small dark room, this time no one attacked the wall, and everyone was looking at the environment.

The floor is tiled, and it is cool to step on, and on the right side is a washstand, next to which is a toilet, and the mirror is smeared with the words 'go to death'.

On the left side was a bunk double bed with musty futon and a table next to it, with nothing but an inkwell and a quill pen.

A steel shelf is screwed to the wall, which counts as a simple bookshelf and houses a number of large books.

"It's a prison!" A burly man with a scar on his forehead cursed.

The old ceiling fan spun slowly and creaked, as if it was going to fall off at any moment.

The confined space, strange people, and it doesn't look like a good thing, so a few female newcomers were scared, and they subconsciously stepped back and leaned into the corner.

The Vietnamese man glanced at them and licked the corners of his mouth like a greedy bear.

These women are all dressed well, especially the two female white-collar workers in the costumes, black silk short skirts, high-heeled beautiful legs, plus open necklines, all exuding the smell of hormones.

Five days of captivity made the conquerors almost hold a wildfire in their hearts, wanting to vent, the Vietnamese man took a step forward, but immediately stopped and looked at the Indian man.

The Indian man, dressed in a suit and looking elitist, walked straight to the two most beautiful women and accosted them.

"Sassy bag." The Vietnamese man muttered and walked towards the female white-collar worker.

Female white-collar workers are scared and want to hide, but unfortunately the Vietnamese men are too large, and a wrong step will block their way.

"I have a way out!" The Vietnamese man lied and grabbed the butt of the female white-collar worker unceremoniously with his big hand.

"It seems that you should pay special attention to Indian men." Tang Zheng observes everyone and eliminates secondary targets.

The Indian man was too confident, his shirt was not buttoned, and he was wearing a basalt protective suit, as if he was afraid that others would not know his rank, and when he heard the words of the Vietnamese man, he also laughed shamefully, not caring at all if he would offend him and lead to conflict.

"Please respect yourself!" The female white-collar worker stepped back and reached out to stop the Vietnamese man's hand, preventing him from taking advantage.

"Hehe, it's not me talking nonsense, you're all going to die later!" Vietnamese men intimidate female white-collar workers, although strong enemies look around, they can't really take off their clothes and do a big job, but they can have fun. (To be continued.) )