Chapter 1006 Real Game

Another version of the food and grass battle around Group A soon evolved.

This time, Wen Zhichen, who took away the food and supplies, was stopped by Lu Hongyu who was chasing him before he could reach the territory of Group A.

"I'm catching up with you? Hand over the food and grass!"

"Then let's take it with your ability!" Wen Zhichen did not give in, and quickly portrayed his fingertips. Lines of transparent characters flashed out of thin air, forming complex formulas in the air. The invisible power of the law was like a tight net, pressing down on Lu Hongyu.

Lu Hongyu waved his spear and pulled up several gun flowers one after another. Under his strong stab, the runes quickly disintegrated and disappeared one after another. Although they would be rewrite in a series of ways in the rear again, they could not resist the sharpness of the series of gunshots.

Finally, Wen Zhichen could not resist the enemy, so he could only hurriedly release a pattern of formation and set it in front of him as a shield. At the same time, he left the food and grass and turned around and retreated.

But when he turned around, a smile quietly blew up the corner of his mouth, and then quickly disappeared. It seemed that all the development was in his plan.

Over there, Lu Hongyu swept through the formation pattern with a shot. Seeing that there were no reinforcements from Group A nearby, he felt relieved and returned to Gengcheng with the food and grass with satisfaction.

Although this battle was indeed over a little too easily, in Lu Hongyu's eyes, a saint like Wen Zhichen is not a real martial artist at all. What they are best at is writing test papers in the academy or writing several programs for enterprises, which are all "gentle"-type jobs. In terms of head-on battles, it is inevitable that they will be inferior.

In this way, the food and grass were successfully transported back to Group B, and everyone laughed at Group A for being poor, which was no problem.

Until midnight, the soldiers of Group B, including virtual soldiers, suddenly vomited and had diarrhea, and they had tormented for nearly one night, and they were in great pain.

Group A, who was killed this day, actually poisoned the food and grass!

They deliberately asked us to regain food and grass!

Although Feng Qiwu detoxified the poison on behalf of everyone afterwards, the batch of food and grass that Lu Hongyu snatched back was obviously no longer useful. Not to mention the reserves in the early stage of the trial, it has been consumed so far.

"There is a shortage of food and grass recently. If we continue to inform us, all departments will try their best to save money in the future." In the end, Feng Qiwu made this decision, "The food supply is sufficient for virtual soldiers, and other personnel can save one meal if they can."

And this arrangement was nothing unexpected and caused a wail.

Although my companions were not very good in cooking before, at least I still had to eat. Now I am really hungry!

The reason why virtual soldiers are given priority is that they, the trialists, can still endure it, but virtual soldiers are just a set program, and they will only follow the program. When they eat enough, they will be energetic, and when they are not full, they will be depressed. After a long time of trouble, these big living people are not as precious as a group of virtual NPCs!

"Since Group A has caused us to suffer such a big loss, we can't let them live a better life!" Shen Antong mysteriously signaled everyone to approach, "Listen to me, I have a way--"

Just after Group B was poisoned, they actually sent generals to the warehouse to transport grain. At first, although Group A was also surprised, they thought they had used up all the food and grass, so they naturally had to replenish supplies as soon as possible, so they still went to grab the grain according to the old method.

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Moreover, you eat and live with a group of virtual soldiers and train with them. Even if you know that they are just programs, there is no love between you. But you don’t know when the cruel war will take their lives. Today, you collect corpses for your comrades, and tomorrow, it may be your comrades’ turn to collect corpses for you. This kind of destruction that is in danger always makes people feel that there is no hope for the future.

"I really want to go back... I want to go back... Wuwu..." Qiao Xiying became more and more sad as she cried. She really regretted taking this trial. If she hadn't been able to hold her face down, she would have wanted to apply to withdraw directly many times!

"Sister Xuemeng, don't you even feel bitter?" Looking at Yan Xuemeng sitting beside her and gently hugging her, Qiao Xiying felt a deep grievance, "You are the eldest lady of Tianxiao Pavilion! You must have never suffered such pain before, right?"

"It's indeed the first time," Yan Xuemeng's eyes drooped slightly, but in her eyes that were raised, there was no similar complaints, but a faint warmth was flooded with it. "But it's also very meaningful."

Her face, contrasted with the orange-red light of the sunset, had a fascinating softness.

"It is precisely because of this unprecedented experience that more people realize that we are lucky to live in a peaceful era. Perhaps we will not experience the various separations and deaths in war, but it is precisely because of this that we should cherish the value of peace and cherish the friendship with our companions..."

"Occasionally, isn't it interesting to be a completely different self?"

Such a life is indeed a challenge for Yan Xuemeng. It is hard and painful, but she gradually fell in love with such a life.

Perhaps because, only here can she be herself more realistically. She doesn’t have to be supervised by her elders at all times, don’t have to worry about bumping and bumping, or be bound by various rules of the major forces... She is just an ordinary trialist, she is a warrior, her name is Yan Xuemeng.

Moreover, there is someone around her... She knows that he will accompany her and will also bring her more strength and courage. For him, she will definitely be stronger.

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This is a night without stars. The night in Yicheng seems to be darker than usual.

Feng Boliang was still buried at the table, using the time of vigilance to study the latest strategies.

What she lays in front of her was the map that she had looked at and looked at. But now, she still looked like she was looking at it for the first time, and gently circled the drawings with a red pen.

The room was very quiet, only the tip of the pen touched the drawings, and a slightly rough rustling sound was made.

Mo Gucheng sat cross-legged in the corner of the house, still racing against time to practice. The spiritual power released from outside slowly rotated around him, and a rich white air was gushing out from his head, and a continuous expansion of energy was precipitating and intertwining in his body.

Every night, the two of them live in the same room, but they do not interfere with each other. Since the last attack on Wucheng, they have never said a word.

At some point, Mo Gucheng had quietly opened his eyes. Looking at the half-bright candlelight and the bright face reflected by the firelight, a few slight fluctuations appeared in his heart.

What kind of girl she is... is completely different from the girl she has met before.

Others, either spoiled and shallow, have their only hobbies, are dressing up, chasing famous brands, or are simple-minded, and only chasing handsome guys and screaming... On the surface, she also has all these qualities. But she is special. Her most essential soul is stronger and more interesting than those people.

A girl insisted on jumping up the battle situation and shouldering all the victories and losses and consequences by herself... Even Yan Yueque, who talks big all day long, probably didn't fight like this, right?

Why is she doing this? To be famous? Her fame has long been popular all over the world. With her family background, she has everything she has since been born. Even if she does nothing, she can still enjoy a happy life of "birth at the end".

So, is it really just because she likes it?

I want to ask her, is it worth it to give without regrets just because she likes it?

I also want to tell her that this set of armor is actually very suitable for her.

Much better than those messy non-mainstream looks.

...

The candlelight flashed, and after studying at the desk for a long time, Feng Boliang seemed to be a little tired. She straightened her upper body and was about to move her neck, when a faint sound suddenly came from her ear.

“Is it very troublesome?”

Feng Boliang raised his head in surprise. Mo Gucheng, who had always regarded her as nothing for several days, looked at her more when he was passing by her.

"I won't go to the battle, are you really troubled?" Seeing that she didn't answer, Mo Gucheng spoke again. It was still the same cold and cold voice, but this time, there seemed to be a little more undetectable temperature.

"No," Feng Boliang shook his head happily, "After all, this task is not your own business. Even if you lose, you cannot put all the blame on you."

"I will continue to think about strategy," she pinched her nose, stood up and poured herself a glass of water, "If you are tired, go to bed first."

"...It's not your own business." He glanced at her and left this sentence coldly.

Some things I want to say are still unspeakable.

He thought about telling her that if she was really tired, she would say it out loud. As long as it wasn't too much, he could try his best to cooperate with her strategy.

It's not for Group A, nor for this trial. No matter how Yan Yueque and others think, it has nothing to do with him.

Just for her.

"Brother Gucheng." When Mo Gucheng was about to walk out of the room, Feng Boliang suddenly called out softly behind him again.

Mo Gucheng was stunned for a moment, stopped, and there was a strange expectation in his heart. He hoped that she would ask him for help.

"Although you don't want to cooperate with everyone, I still want to thank you."

Feng Boliang was standing behind him with a glass of water in his arms, smiling and speaking. Her attitude was still as lively as ever. The previous Wucheng incident and the loss of command seemed to have no effect on her.

"Because you let me know that relying on yourself is always more effective than relying on others."

Mo Gucheng's expression turned slightly cold: "Are you mocking me?"

"No, the truth is it!" Feng Boliang raised his head and smiled friendlyly at him.

The night was still so quiet and so cold, but amid the crackling sound of the flames, the two originally alienated hearts were brought closer for the first time.
Chapter completed!