There seems to be another dead person in front.
The squad leader's roar was heard over there.
Young recruit Chuck Sweat broke out on his forehead.
If the plan didn't change, then he would be the next person to die.
After all, according to the squad leader's list, their group has to select one person, and this person is Chuck.
"Chuck, smoke." The squad leader came over, handed Chuck a Lanzhou, and said with a low expression: "I'm sorry, I got you in the lottery, and one person from our class must die..." "
Chuck took a long drag on the cigarette, knowing in his heart that this cigarette was probably a dead cigarette.
It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid.
Everyone who is elected is actually sent to death.
Looking at the monitor's sad face, Chuck smiled easily, patted the monitor's shoulder, took the last puff of his cigarette, and walked out with a smile.
"It's okay. There are so many comrades on the road to hell. I'm not afraid, and I'm not alone."
Hearing these words, the monitor almost lost his temper. The tough man's eyes were red, tears were rolling in his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and nodded.
Chuck took a deep breath and walked out of the team.
He saw the existence codenamed [Killing with Closed Eyes].
[Killing with Eyes Closed] looks like a human being, wearing a military uniform, with a weird smile on his face, and a pair of pure black eyes.
All around were piles of bloody corpses.
Every one of them is a martyr who voluntarily died.
Seeing the bodies of these martyrs, the haze in Chuck's heart disappeared inexplicably. He murmured and walked behind his last comrade.
"Chief of the General Staff, you said that you would face this terminally ill world head-on. I, who sent the Book of All Peoples to you, can finally do something today that makes Jiangcheng and you proud."
The last comrade's face began to tremble, his eyes were bloodshot, and his eyelids were shaking. He had obviously reached his limit.
Perhaps he was about to face death, so he shed tears uncontrollably. This scene made countless officers and soldiers couldn't bear to look at it, and felt sad in their hearts.
Who would feel better about sending living comrades in front of Weird and using their living lives to gain more time?
"Brother, don't be afraid. A hundred years ago, our ancestors also used blood and corpses to win the hope of Great Xia. Now, we have actually taken over the banner of our ancestors."
Chuck said softly.
As if being stabbed straight into his heart, his comrades suddenly looked up to the sky and howled, crying heartbreakingly. At the same time, they closed their eyes and faced the end of their lives.
Poof!
A howling human head fell to the ground.
Just in front of Chuck, the living life perished.
Chuck didn't even see clearly how his comrade was beheaded, and he didn't find out whether [Killing with Closed Eyes] made a move. He seemed to be standing still.
Has the bizarre killing method now reached the point of fabrication?
"Hurry up and make it up! The rest of you look down at your feet!"
The squad leader's roar rang in his ears.
Chuck shuddered and walked out slowly, looking firmly at [Killing with Eyes Closed].
The eyes of [Killing with Closed Eyes] met Chuck's eyes.
Taking this step is actually one foot stepping on the Naihe Bridge. As for when the other foot steps in, it depends on how long he can keep his eyes open.
Chuck began to desperately open his eyes.
At this time, thirty days had passed since the Chief of General Staff left Blue Star.
There are more than 700 comrades who died in front of them. The shortest one lasted for two minutes and the longest one lasted for eleven minutes, which almost broke the physiological limits of human beings.
"Beast, I'll be waiting for you in Huangquan, waiting for the day when you are hacked to death by the Chief of General Staff." Chuck grinned, his smile ferocious and indifferent.
At the same time, the next comrade is ready to replace Chuck at any time and become a new martyr.
Yes, everyone has already called the selected comrades martyrs in advance.
In the name of a martyr, I pray for a good life in the underworld.
Time passed by minute by minute.
Two minutes.
The monitor's voice sounded.
"Chuck, good job, two minutes!"
Listening to the voice, the monitor was in a very happy mood.
Chuck smiled bitterly, knowing that the squad leader was praising himself. If he could hold on for one more second, one less comrade might die.
"Chuck, how do your eyes feel?"
Four minutes later, the monitor's voice sounded again, sounding even more delighted.
While staring at [Killing with Closed Eyes], Chuck said: "It's okay, everything feels fine."
Time continues to pass.
Chuck stood there like a statue.
The monitor became more and more excited and kept looking at his watch.
Thirteen minutes have passed!
Record breaking, current highest time!
"Chuck! Thirteen minutes! Two less comrades died. You have achieved first-level military merit!"
"Chuck, how do you feel now?"
After hearing about it for thirteen minutes, countless officers and soldiers who lowered their heads and looked at their feet felt a surge of gratitude in their hearts towards Chuck, who had never met him before.
Chuck raised his eyelids and said softly: "It feels good."
The monitor was delighted: "Well done!"
Time continues to pass.
Twenty minutes passed.
Chuck hasn't fallen yet.
The squad leader's surprise has turned into ecstasy.
A ruthless person who didn’t blink for twenty minutes!
"Chuck, are your eyes okay?"
"fine."
"Cow!"
Listening to the monitor's praise, Chuck smiled helplessly, and his mind couldn't help but hear the scene where he often played big-eyed and small-eyed with his classmates when he was a child.
At that time, he was a very competitive little boy.
One day, I was pulled by my deskmate to play a game of staring at each other.
To put it simply, this game is that two people look at each other, and whoever blinks first loses.
Chuck lost all day.
I was laughed at by my deskmate all day long.
The little boy who was so competitive that he didn't even do his homework after he got home, he just practiced staring in the mirror over and over again.
Strange skills slowly emerged.
From the beginning, he could persist for five minutes and win the whole class. Later, when the community held a big-eyes and small-eyes competition, he won the championship at the age of eight. The time at that time was ten minutes.
Later, Chuck couldn't remember how long he could last without closing his eyes. He only remembered that he participated in an eye-opening competition abroad. I heard that it was sponsored by Red Bull. The contestants were all top-notch ruthless people. He won the prize. champion.
From noon to night, he kept his eyes open for a full six hours, defeating competitors from all over the world, and setting a new world record at the same time, extending the original record of forty minutes to the highly respected six hours.
Now, Chuck is still insisting.
One hour.
The squad leader felt his scalp numb.
Two hours later, General Huang Sheng came in person and announced in public that Chuck would be awarded the Special Meritorious 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, Chuck.
Six hours and thirty minutes.
Chuck finally felt uncomfortable.
His eyes had swollen before he knew it, and bloodshot eyes filled them like balls of wool.
"This time should be my limit."
Chuck took a deep breath, held his eyes open with strong willpower, and murmured to himself: "But I can still hold on."
Time continues to flow.
Ten hours!
Chuck's always-standing figure began to falter.
This scene made General Huang Sheng and all the officers feel distressed and sad.
"I remember him. He stopped the Chief of General Staff's motorcade and sent a letter written in blood to the Chief of General Staff." Xiaolong said softly: "He is a man of iron bones."
