It seems that there are dead people in front again.

Listen to the roar of the squad leader over there.

Zhang Ce, a young recruit, broke out in a cold sweat in his head.

If the plan doesn't change, then the next damn person should be him.

After all, according to the list of squad leaders, they have to pick out one person in their class, and this person is Zhang Ce.

"Zhang Ce, smoke." The squad leader walked over, handed Zhang Ce a piece of Lanzhou, and said with a low expression: "I'm sorry, I drew lots for you, and there must be someone in our class....... Go and die. ”

Zhang Ce took a hard puff of the cigarette, knowing in his heart that this cigarette was estimated to be a severed cigarette.

To say that you are not afraid is false.

Every person who is chosen is actually sent to death.

Looking at the squad leader's uncomfortable face, Zhang Ce smiled easily, patted the squad leader's shoulder, smoked the last cigarette, and walked out with a smile.

"It's okay, there are so many comrades-in-arms on Huangquan Road, I'm not afraid, and I'm not alone."

Hearing this, the squad leader almost couldn't hold back, the iron-beaten man's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.

Zhang Ce took a deep breath and walked out of the team.

He saw it, the being codenamed [Kill with Eyes Closed].

[Kill with Closed Eyes] looks like a human, wearing a military uniform, with a weird smile on his face, and a pair of eyes that are pure black and white.

All around, there were piles of bloody corpses.

Each one of them was a martyr who volunteered to die.

Seeing the corpses of these martyrs, the haze in Zhang Ce's heart disappeared inexplicably, he muttered, and walked behind his previous comrade-in-arms.

"Chief of General Staff, you said that you would face this terminally ill world, and I, who sent the Book of All People to you at the beginning, can finally do something today that makes Jiangcheng and you proud."

The last comrade-in-arms, his face began to tremble, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids were shaking, obviously he had reached his limit.

Perhaps he was about to face death, and he burst into tears uncontrollably, a scene that countless officers and soldiers couldn't bear to look at directly, and their hearts were sour.

Sending living comrades-in-arms to the weird face, and using each fresh life to gain more time, who can feel better?

"Brother, don't be afraid, a hundred years ago, our ancestors also used blood and corpses to take out the hope of Great Xia, and now we are actually taking over the banner of our ancestors."

Zhang Ce said softly.

As if being stabbed in the heart, the comrades-in-arms suddenly looked up to the sky and howled, crying heartbreakingly, and at the same time closed their eyes and ushered in the end of their lives.

Poof!

A wailing human head fell to the ground.

In front of Zhang Ce, the fresh life was extinguished.

Zhang Ce didn't even see clearly how his comrades-in-arms were beheaded, and he didn't find out, whether [Kill with Eyes Closed] made a move, and it seemed that he was always standing in place.

Now the weird way of killing people has reached the point of fabricating it out of thin air?

"Make up for it! The rest looked down at their feet! ”

The squad leader's roar sounded in his ears.

Zhang Ce trembled all over, and walked out slowly, his eyes firmly looking at [Kill with Eyes Closed].

The gaze of [Closed Eyes Killing] met Zhang Ce's gaze.

This step out is actually stepping on the Nai He Bridge with one foot, and when the other foot steps in, it depends on how long he can keep his eyes open.

Zhang Ce began to desperately open his eyes.

At this time, a full thirty days had passed since the Chief of the General Staff left Blue Star.

The number of dead comrades-in-arms in front has reached more than 700 people, and the shortest one lasts for two minutes, and the longest lasts for eleven minutes, almost breaking the limit of human physiology.

"Brute, I'm waiting for you in Huangquan, waiting for the day when you will be hacked to death by the Chief of the General Staff." Zhang Ce grinned, his smile hideous and indifferent.

At the same time, the next comrade-in-arms is ready to succeed Zhang Ce at any time and become the new martyr.

Yes, everyone has already called the elected comrades-in-arms martyrs in advance.

In the name of a martyr, pray for a good life in Huangquan.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Two minutes.

The squad leader's voice rang out.

"Zhang Ce, it's good, it's been two minutes!"

Listening to the voice, the mood of the squad leader was happy.

Zhang Ce smiled bitterly, knowing that the squad leader was praising himself, if he held on for one more second, he might be able to die one less comrade-in-arms.

"Zhang Ce, how do your eyes feel?"

Four minutes later, the squad leader's voice sounded again, sounding even more gratifying.

Zhang Ce stared at [Kill with His Eyes Closed] and said, "It's okay, I feel that everything is fine." ”

The clock goes on.

Zhang Ce stood there like a statue.

The squad leader became more and more excited, constantly looking at his watch.

Thirteen minutes have passed!

Breaking the record, the highest time at the moment!

"Zhang Ce! Thirteen minutes! Die two less comrades-in-arms, you have a first-class military merit! ”

"Zhang Ce, how are you feeling now?"

Thirteen minutes after hearing this, countless officers and soldiers who looked down at their feet felt a wave of gratitude in their hearts for Zhang Ce, whom they had never met.

Zhang Ce raised his eyelids and whispered, "I feel okay." ”

The head of the class rejoiced: "Good job! ”

The clock goes on.

Twenty minutes passed.

Zhang Ce has not fallen yet.

The squad leader has gone from surprise to ecstasy.

Twenty minutes of ruthless people who don't blink!

"Zhang Ce, are your eyes okay?"

"It's fine."

"Cow!"

Listening to the praise of the class leader, Zhang Ce smiled helplessly, and his head couldn't help but ring the scene where he often played with his classmates when he was a child.

At that time, he was a very competitive little boy.

One day, I was pulled by the same table to play a game of staring at the big eyes.

To put it simply, this game is that two people look at each other, and whoever blinks first loses.

Zhang Ce lost all day.

I was laughed at all day by my tablemates.

The little boy who was inspired to be competitive didn't even write his homework when he came home, and practiced staring at the mirror over and over again.

Strange skills were slowly born.

From the beginning, he could hold up for five minutes and win the whole class, and then later, the community held a big eye competition, and he won the whole community at the age of eight and won the championship, which was ten minutes at that time.

Later, Zhang Ce couldn't remember how long he could last without closing his eyes, but he remembered that he participated in foreign eye-opening competitions, and I heard that it was sponsored by Red Bull, and the contestants were all first-class ruthless, and he won the championship.

From noon to night, he opened his eyes for six hours, defeating players from all over the world, and at the same time breaking the world record, pulling the original record of 40 minutes to six hours admired by everyone.

Now, Zhang Ce is still insisting.

an hour.

The squad leader saw that his scalp was numb.

Two hours later, General Huang Sheng personally arrived and announced in public that Zhang Ce would be awarded the Special Meritorious Service Medal, and his military rank would be promoted to three levels.

Five hours.

The entire Fufeng City headquarters was silent.

All the officers and soldiers remembered one name, Zhang Ce.

Six hours and thirty minutes.

Zhang Ce finally felt unwell.

His eyes were swollen at some point, and blood was filling his eyeballs like wool.

"This time should be my limit."

Zhang Ce took a deep breath, supported his eyes with strong willpower, and muttered to himself: "But I can still persevere." ”

Time continues to flow.

Ten hours!

Zhang Ce's always standing figure began to crumble.

This scene made General Huang Sheng and all the officers feel distressed and sour.

"I remember him, he stopped the convoy of the chief of the general staff and sent the chief of the general staff a letter of blood of all the people." Xiaolong said softly: "It's an iron-clad man. ”