The weather in June was already a bit hot, the sky was cloudless, and there was a hint of blue in the gray sky, which was the best weather I had in the days I was born in this era.

We walked in an orderly manner, and soon the team left the city center, and after a few blocks, there were no more pedestrians on the road. I looked at the almost barren streets on both sides, and the melancholy in my heart lingered.

The male classmates who walked to my left greeted the people around me one by one, shook hands with me, and exchanged names. His name was Doug, and he was a burly man, and his skin was excessively white, and even his eyebrows and hair were pale and light-golden. Looking at his undisguised joy, it can be seen that he yearns to be a soldier who is not afraid of danger. He didn't say a word about his family or his parents, and I concluded that nine times out of ten he came from the ordinary faction.

"In those distant days, didn't I also feel proud to be a soldier." I cheered myself on, and at the same time comforted the heart that was far away from my parents.

The team in front of me began to run slowly, and I followed. Doug cheered as if no one was around, and the surprised eyes of the people around him. A tall, thin boy in front of him turned around and reprimanded loudly, "What are you yelling about! "I thought it was ridiculous when I saw him, he was running and gulping on chocolate, and I'm sure he was from the thrifty school, because he was simply gobbling up chocolate, as if he hadn't eaten it since he was born.

After a while, the team began to accelerate, at this time I only knew how to run, all distractions were left behind, and I walked vividly and vividly, and my blood boiled a lot of comfort.

We continued to run, and the line slowly dispersed, and everyone ran like wild horses on the loose, and I was running as hard as I could, but the distance from the people in front of me was getting farther and farther away, and the people behind were overtaking me.

"Why are you running so fast?" I muttered to myself.

In the past, in our army, although I couldn't run to the top three, I could also be in the top ten, but now I have been overtaken by many people and lagged behind. It seems that in such a harsh era, the race has survived the fittest, and the speed of running cannot be the same.

A little girl next to me suddenly fell, she was sitting on the ground panting exhaustedly, unable to move anymore, when a person came out of the shadow of the building on the side of the road, and he quickly picked up the fallen girl and walked deeper into the road.

I caught up with my instincts, and my instincts told me that she must have been eliminated, and although she was still a member of the Fearless Faction, she was divided into three or six or nine jobs.

I looked back, and there were quite a few people behind me who had stopped, gasping for air, some of them bent down and coughing so violently that they couldn't run anymore, and then someone came to pick them up.

"You can't stop!" I admonished myself. I know that if I stop behind, I will be ruthlessly eliminated.

The tenacity of not admitting defeat came out and began to pick up the pace.

I kept running, and I don't know how long it was, and I didn't think about anything anymore, just mechanically walking on my legs, sometimes stumbling a few steps.

Just when I was about to lose my bearing, I finally came to the bottom of a small hill. A staff member guided me at the bottom of the mountain.

"Climb to the top of the mountain and you're there."

I crawled forward, afraid that if I stopped, I would never be able to move again, and now I had only my will to control me.

I finally climbed to the top of the mountain, and all at once I fell to the ground, and I no longer had any strength.

However, those students who climbed the mountain early in the morning were dismissive of us belated students, and I don't need to think about it, most of them are a group of self-esteemed little comrades who have grown up in the fearless faction since childhood.

In the end, a few more classmates climbed up the hill one after another, and these little comrades whistled and slapped in mockery. In this case, my strong self-esteem became more and more unyielding, and drove me to get up from the ground with great difficulty.

After a short rest, we gathered again. I looked around, and there were less than a third of the people left, and the struggle was quite brutal! We continued to walk to the other side of the mountain.