Li Yue's words and Du Jinshan's follow-up attack were like two of the sharpest knives, each one precisely stabbing Qiao Lin in her most painful spot, stripping away her last shred of dignity.
The surrounding soldiers could no longer contain themselves, and their whispers merged into a buzzing sound.
"Tsk tsk, what a case of karma! I've disliked her for a long time. She always acts like she's got a big head on her shoulders, like she's some big shot's daughter."
"Exactly. She used to tell me that she and Li Yue were best friends. They had already agreed to team up with Li Yue, but then Du Jinshan invited her. She abandoned Li Yue so decisively and went to curry favor with Du Jinshan. Anyone who makes friends with her is really unlucky."
"I just heard from Li Yue that she was too eager for quick success and tried to take down the flag herself, but Li Yue shot her dead! What do you call that? That's karma!"
"Hahaha, the funniest thing is that the red flag she tried so hard to seize was ultimately taken by someone else. It was all for nothing, she lost all face and dignity, she deserved it!"
These whispers, though not loud, felt like countless needles pricking Qiao Lin's body.
She looked around and saw only mocking, disdainful, and gloating glances.
She's completely dead.
Wang Xiaoya watched in disbelief from a distance, muttering under her breath, "Serves her right! She really deserves it! Who told her to bully us like that before, pushing Li Yue to the edge? Even a rabbit will bite! Sister An, look at her like that, it's so satisfying!"
Su Tang watched this scene quietly, her eyes showing neither sympathy nor mockery, only a calm indifference that seemed to understand everything.
Any seemingly weak force can unleash astonishing energy when pushed to the brink.
Qiao Lin's failure was destined from the moment she chose self-interest and abandoned her teammates.
Just as everyone's attention was focused on the distraught Jolin and the farce, another commotion broke out on the outskirts of the crowd.
The once noisy mountaintop seemed to have been muted, gradually becoming quiet.
As if sensing something, everyone looked in the same direction at the same time.
A figure slowly walked up to the top of the mountain under the watchful eyes of the crowd, accompanied by his teammate Meng Shi.
His training uniform was spotless except for a few minor specks of dust, a stark contrast to the other trainees who looked as if they had rolled in the mud.
His expression was cold and his steps were calm, as if he had not just experienced an eight-hour brutal battle.
It's Jiang Yan.
His appearance instantly stole all the limelight, making even Qiao Lin's cries seem insignificant.
"It's Jiang Yan... he actually survived too!"
"Nonsense, how could Jiang Yan be eliminated? Look at him, he's acting like nothing happened. I'm more curious, how many points did he get?"
"There are definitely a lot! He's the best among our male soldiers! His marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat are top-notch, who would dare mess with him?"
"I wonder who's better, him or that female sharpshooter Su An..."
Just as everyone was watching Jiang Yan with awe, a figure suddenly rushed out from the corner of the survivors and stumbled towards Jiang Yan.
The man was running rather fast, and his posture was somewhat strange. The strangest thing was that his head was tightly wrapped with a training uniform jacket that he had taken off, leaving only his eyes showing, making him look like a refugee fleeing a war.
"Jiang Yan!"
The man ran up to Jiang Yan and shouted, his voice muffled by swelling.
Jiang Yan stopped and looked at the soldier in front of him, who was wrapped up tightly with only his eyes showing. His brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
He searched his memory and confirmed that he did not know such a person.
He spoke coldly, his voice carrying a hint of aloofness:
"Who are you?"
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A note from the author:
Quiz: Who is this little soldier with his head covered?
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