But his pleasant expression suddenly became solemn.
"Everyone go up quietly and don't make any noise."
After Chen Rui, the captain of the third team in the north, gave the order, everyone reduced the noise they made and quickly climbed up the mountain.
There was still half an hour left, and no matter whether the situation above was as they imagined, they had to go up. Otherwise, after the sun set, they would lose.
Finally, the three teams reached the top of the mountain under the leadership of Chen Rui. The red flag fluttered in the wind on the top of the mountain, but no one went up to grab the flag.
Below, the people in team one have not been completely killed yet, and are fighting with the people in team two, three, four, and five.
Yaheng immediately ordered: "Capture the flag!"
The people of Team Five immediately shouted and screamed loudly, and swarmed towards the red flag.
Just when Yaheng was about to leave, he suddenly thought of something and turned to look at the people fighting in the back.
There were indeed five people fighting together, team one, team two, team three, team four, and team five!
etc!
Three teams?!
Yaheng rubbed his eyes and took a closer look. It was indeed Team 3. But… apart from the spies he had sent up the mountain and never returned, how could there be people from Team 3? And that person was obviously not from Team 3!
Just as Chen Rui was crying out in his heart, wondering who had plotted against him, shouts of killing rang out from all around, instantly surrounding the members of his third team.
With only half an hour until sunset, they had to forge ahead regardless of the situation. Several teams, all with the same idea, immediately engaged in a fierce battle.
Everyone had received the same training, and their physical fitness and qualities were similar, as were their techniques and ruthlessness. This battle could be described as a bloody and bitter one.
In order to avoid arousing everyone's suspicion, the second team responsible for defense also joined with about 20 people to weave in and out of the chaotic team.
Because it was a test, anyone who was hit with a lump of white powder on a vital part of their body would be immediately unable to fight back. After a quarter of an hour, the original 400-strong group had dwindled to just over 50, all of whom were severely injured.
The most important thing is that the one who was least injured was the member of the second team who had been playing on the sidelines.
“Go!”
Just when everyone thought that persistence was victory, and that even if there was only one person left in a team, as long as they could survive and hand over the red flag to the young master's team, they could still win, deafening shouts of killing suddenly came from all directions.
The rest of the people were stunned. They couldn't understand why anyone could join the battle.
As they watched the second team members emerge from their hiding places and others crawl from the ground, they realized that none of the people lying on the ground had the white powder that represented death on them. They were clearly just pretending to be dead!
By the time I realized this, it was obviously too late.
The members of the second team, who had already made all kinds of preparations, used a catapult to throw the prepared small sandbags at the other team members one by one. Although these small sandbags were not heavy and did not hurt when they hit the body, they could leave white marks on important parts of the body.
And they also knew that if this were a battlefield, what would be thrown at them would not be sandbags, but big rocks.
Finally, with the concerted efforts of the second team, all the members of the other four teams were killed in battle.
Seeing the final cheers from the second team, the other teams' members could only watch in frustration.
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