Chapter 1048 The Extreme of Light

"Don't be discouraged, reinforcements will definitely come to save us!"

When the atmosphere was low, only Jian Zhiheng was still tirelessly encouraging everyone, but in this environment where water and food were cut off, people were anxious and had little effect.

"Feng Qiwu won't save us!" The trialist immediately retorted angrily, "A person as cold as him, no matter who dies!"

"And I heard that both Wu and Ji are now attacked by Group A at the same time, and the only generals are fighting hard against the enemy. Ding Cheng has sent troops to support the two cities, and now there is no extra force left to us!"

"After all, I shouldn't have taken on this task at the beginning! Do you just want to please Feng Qiwu so much?" Everyone complained that they often took their anger on Jian Zhiheng. If he hadn't insisted on being a good person, he wouldn't have to put everyone in this situation!

To fight, we should follow a humane coach. He will never sit and enjoy the peace of mind by himself. He will watch the soldiers die on the front line! And serve Feng Qiwu? Not only will he not enjoy any honor when he is alive, but even if he dies, he will probably be just a pile of dead bones buried in the deserted village!

Anyway, they are going to die, and many people have fallen into a feeling of giving up on themselves. They set up sound insulation barriers and discussed together how to design a heroic way of death that can make the audience outside be attracted to themselves.

It is unheard of not discussing tactics, but discussing how to die! After Jian Zhiheng accidentally discovered it, he was so angry.

"If this was a real battlefield, would you be so desperate to die first?"

"If a person is not afraid of even death, then what else is he afraid of? It's great that you can have the courage to sacrifice your life and death. Let's use this force to fight the enemy!"

"How else do you fight?" Due to the lack of water for many days, a trialist's lips were already white and chapped. He turned his head so gloomy, and looked at Jian Zhiheng with a pair of eyeballs that were almost trapped in his eyes. "No matter how you look at this situation, you are already desperate, right?"

Jian Zhiheng stared at the people in front of him. After a while, he raised his hands and comforted them.

"I have always believed that despair and hope are your choices. If the environment is not as deep as despair, why do you despair? If the environment is really already despair, you should rely on yourself to find hope!"

Although it was just an old chicken soup, it really changed their minds in the ears of a few people.

It was not that they were determined to fight bravely, but that many people thought in their hearts that the plan of "sacrifice" has been exposed by him, and the audience outside were not fools. Maybe they would not be able to gain fame and would have a negative effect.

Since this is the case, it would be better to follow him and work hard first, be active in front of the audience for a longer period of time, so that your name can be remembered more deeply. In the end, if you really die, you will realize your original plan. If you don’t die, you can become a hero. If you persist for a few more days, you will not suffer any loss to them.

If it was Ye Shuo, he would have to "twist" their ideas, but Jian Zhiheng was very open-minded. Anyway, the results are the same, so just have whatever mentality they have.

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It was postponed for several days, and Group A's strategy was as always. Jian Zhiheng and others collided with them from time to time. Although they were always blocked back to the village, during these tentative battles, everyone still had a deeper understanding of the enemy's distribution range and operation strategy.

"Hey, this time we intercepted our Group A general," Jian Zhiheng just came back from the village that day and heard several people sitting in the open space talking, "I remember being called... Su Shi'an, I've taken a secret photo before."

Everyone burst into laughter, teasing him that he did not forget to take pictures when he was in a war, "It's not a little girl, are you still interested in someone?"

"No..." The photographer made a big blush on several people and waved his hands quickly, "I don't mean that! I always feel that this person looks very familiar. It seems that he has seen him somewhere? Please help me see it, does he look familiar?"

As he brought out the photos, Jian Zhiheng also looked up. He saw that the man had a short smoky gray hair dyed, each of which had an electric texture, and was extremely arrogant and arrogant. Wearing a pair of ice-blue contact lenses made his eyes look a little more mysterious and noble. His face was clear and angular, and he had a toughness like a knife and axe. From the eyes of contemporary girls, he was definitely a handsome guy.

However, this man's eyes were very fierce, and at random angle, he showed a sense of hideousness before the murder, which was chilling. It can only be said that he was a natural desperate person.

"This person," Jian Zhiheng searched his memory hard, "I remember that he was a street bully at the beginning. He stopped going to school at a very young age. He followed a group of people outside and became the boss of a hall. Later, he made peace with Brother Xiao. I guess it was what I heard about at that time?"

"Is that right?" The photographer still seemed unwilling to accept it, holding his chin and pondering, "But I always feel something is wrong... It looks like a person I have met, but who is it?"

There is no Internet here, and they seem to be thrown back to that era of backward information. It is obvious that the problem that can be solved by just searching for "similar pictures", but now they have made them think about it here.

"I said, why do you have to figure out who he is?" Someone waved his hand lazily, "Maybe he was a passerby who passed by you one day! You have seen so many people in your life, do you have to remember them all?"

"That's right, no matter who he is, he is our enemy now! Why, you had a friendship at the beginning, and he could give way to you when you remember it?"

Judging from the current situation where no one knows nothing, he will never be a celebrity. Since he is not a celebrity, it is not nonsense to identify a person's identity from the vast crowd?

"Okay, now isn't the time to study other people's appearance, right?" Everyone else had relaxed. Only the photographer didn't give up and turned the jade slips upside down, muttering that they looked so familiar, so familiar. Jian Zhiheng also smiled helplessly, "It's better to find out his weaknesses and study how to break through."

During this period, although he had no drinks or food, Jian Zhiheng used the existing materials in the village to try to create food for everyone. He was forced to use his wise and skillfully to delay the enemy's attack.

After this discussion, Jian Zhiheng took the initiative to deal with Su Shian. He fought repeatedly and used his blood experience to familiarize himself with his combat style in order to find a trace of weakness. Perhaps that was a good opportunity for everyone to break through!

Whenever everyone is exhausted and wants to end here, Jian Zhiheng's persistence can always stimulate them to move forward again. The positive and negative effects between people may be here.

When you are in an environment and everyone is not enterprising, you will naturally move closer to them day by day. But if there is a person who is always full of vitality around you and see him still working hard, you will also feel that giving up is a shame. For him, you will also be willing to believe it again and fight again.

However, no one understood what was the motivation to force Jian Zhiheng to work so hard. Didn’t he know that their final outcome might be that they all died in the deserted village?

What made him feel that they are worthy of perseverance? Is it the reinforcements that Feng Qiwu would never send?

"Aheng, have you never thought of giving up?" Someone asked Jian Zhiheng in confusion.

"Yes, what kind of growth environment is it that makes people like you?" The trialists who were slumping and saving their strength all surrounded him when they heard this. It seems that this question really made them very curious.

"Environment..." Jian Zhiheng's face also had a trace of blood, but in his eyes, he still had an inexhaustible fighting spirit. Between a group of remnants and defeated soldiers, the remaining glory also gave him a different kind of spirit.

"Actually, I want to know...

"It was one person who changed me, no, it was many people who changed me..."

——Compared with most people, maybe I am lucky and never experienced real despair.

During his growth years, he met good people around him. Every time he encountered difficulties, there would always be someone who would enthusiastically help him. What he felt was the warmth of the world. Therefore, he has always been a very optimistic person.

Since childhood, he has been his parents' heartfelt treasure, lively and active, and has a very popular reputation among the nearby children. After he grows up a little, he will start to help with housework. Seeing him struggling to tiptoe and fiddling with cleaning tools that are bigger than his, parents can always laugh.

The only thing worth worrying about is that this child is too helpful and goes out for a while. Maybe he will run away all the way because he sent a lost old lady home, which often leads to a false alarm at home.

Although the mother also considered that she should explain the sinister nature of people's hearts and let him not trust strangers easily, the father felt that it was rare that this child had the simplest kindness and trusted the whole world sincerely. As a parent, as long as he tried his best to protect him, he should not let him get in touch with the darkness that should not be involved too early.

Gradually, when he reached the age of studying, Jian Zhiheng was naughty and playful, and his grades were always only at medium level, but his parents did not want to restrain him too much. They were very open-minded and felt that their children would do whatever they wanted to do in the future. The road to success was well-connected, and it was not necessary to leverage all the hard knowledge in the book to have a future.

It is indeed Jian Zhiheng's luck to be born in such a family.

Therefore, his nature was never restrained, just like a thriving grass, growing freely between heaven and earth.

Later, he entered the Elementary Department of Tiansheng Academy.

On the first day of school, he made a lot of friends again. He played ball and had fun with them. He used the shortest time to adapt to the life of the college.

In addition to daily study, the college also has various club activities. After the afternoon course, he was staying with a few friends in front of the form posted in the showcase window, selecting the club he likes.

Suddenly, his shoulder was patted and a crisp laugh sounded behind his back.

"Hi, what club are you planning to sign up for?"

Jian Zhiheng turned around and saw a girl who smiled generously at him.

She had straight black mid-length shawl, and the sunny smell in her smile. The fresh air bangs made her look a little more playful. Although she was wearing an ordinary college uniform, she could not hide her beauty at all.

Jian Zhiheng remembers that her name is Yin Qiao, and she is also a very popular girl in the class.

"Basketball Club." Looking at the registration form again, Jian Zhiheng thought for a while, "If you can play basketball for a while every day, it should be pretty good."

Yin Qiao smiled and blinked: "I think you look like you are very good at sports. Don't you plan to sign up for the school sports team?"

"But, isn't the school sports team not accepting first graders?" Jian Zhiheng still remembers the rules his mentor had mentioned before.

This is not to discriminate against freshmen, but because the physical fitness of first-grade students cannot afford the training intensity. If you are not careful, it may cause harm to your body. Therefore, the enrollment of school sports teams often starts from the second grade.

Yin Qiao gently played with the long hair on her shoulders: "That's what I said. But if a really excellent student is, he might be accepted out of order. How about it? After school today, let's talk to the senior together?"

Jian Zhiheng's personality is cheerful and generous, and he is not very nervous. In addition, he really wants to join the school sports team, so he agreed to Yin Qiao without thinking much.

After he had some quarrels, he finally told his seniors that he could give them a test opportunity.

To be honest, these rules are not absolute. After all, each student has different backgrounds. Some people may have received physical training at home early, and they cannot be measured by unified standards. However, whether they can be selected depends on the results after the test.

Jian Zhiheng did not expect that Yin Qiao also participated in the test with him, and both of them passed, becoming the only first-year member of the school sports team.

Afterwards, Yin Qiao explained to him that she actually wanted to join the school sports team, but she was embarrassed to come and ask her senior alone, so she thought of competing with Jian Zhiheng's glory.

"So that's how it is." After hearing this, Jian Zhiheng laughed it off. In fact, even if he didn't turn this corner, he would definitely help her. Who made him always a "good guy"?

"But I won't take advantage of you in vain!" Yin Qiao quickly put his shoulders on his heart again, "Let's do this, I'll treat you to a meal, you can choose the place!"
Chapter completed!