The scene in front of me was still a little blurry. There were some vines above my head. Li Xinyan knew that those vines could not trap themselves at all, but they could not surpass them. Once they were accidentally surpassed, the bullets flying above the vines would pass through their heads. Behind the body were small rollers covered with steel teeth, which rolled forward at a speed of one meter per second. Once they were touched, they would immediately be a disaster. This is a training ground, and under the vines were a training channel for crawling forward a hundred meters long.

The passage was covered with gravel, not common soil, and the palms were hurt by them. The pants on the legs were scratched into cloth strips after a few strokes, but no matter how painful it was, I could only endure it because it would be a heavier injury when I stopped. The rollers covered with steel teeth on the back were dead objects without eyes.

Yu Guangli, the people from other tracks were also struggling desperately. Their and Wu Kun were only half a meter away, and there was still a side crawling path of more than fifty meters in front of everyone. In terms of the situation, no one had the advantage.

Li Xinyan knew that this was a memory, a memory belonging to Wu Kun, but he was a little confused about his state. Is he dreaming or awake now? Or is he entering this memory while he was awake?

Suddenly, two grenades exploded eight meters ahead, and Wu Kun immediately lay on the ground, and countless gravels fell in the air, as if it was a rain of mud. The shrapnel flew over the top of his head, and a half-foot-long wound was stuck. The place where the grenade exploded was not directly in front of Wu Kun, so Wu Kun was not the closest to him. After the grenade sounded, a soldier around him never raised his head again, and he was probably seriously injured. Anyone who was seriously injured here would be eliminated immediately. The quota of the operation team was limited, and he had to be an excellent soldier to enter.

Grenades were not the only obstacle on this road. The grenades had just exploded for a while. The ground suddenly cracked on the path ahead, and dozens of dormant cats drilled out of the ground. The cats were covered with thorny hair and a tail was as thin as a blade. When the red electronic eye saw the warriors on the path, they ran towards them with a strange cry.

No one is an ordinary soldier, so naturally he is not panicked. The soldiers participating in the selection have long been powerful men who have experienced many battles. They immediately lie on the ground and deal with it calmly. But things are always unexpected. Although the mechanical cat is not big, it is very flexible and has sharp thorns on its body. If a soldier is inappropriate, he will be pierced through his palm and scream in pain. Wu Kun did not give the mechanical cat that rushed towards him a chance to get close. He saw the mechanical cat running in, put the gun barrel in his hand on a spike of the dormitory and threw it into the air. The mechanical cat broke through the vine above his head and was immediately penetrated by bullets passing around and was immediately penetrated into four holes. Human creation is even worse than the Mechanical City's methods, so this mechanical cat naturally has no possibility of survival.

But in this way, other mechanical cats noticed the situation here. The number of mechanical cats is more than the number of soldiers, and they did not write one-on-one in their program. Wu Kun will directly rush towards his mechanical cat to fly away. Some of the other mechanical cats saw it and changed their direction as soon as they sniffed their teeth, and rushed towards him.

The robbery in his hand was just a drag object arranged by the referees before the game. They could not kill these small things. Wu Kun turned the gun head and smashed the closest mechanical cat to the ground with the buttstock.

The foot hurts, and it is another mechanical cat that bites his foot bone.

Lin Zicong stretched his foot directly onto the vine without thinking. Two bullets flew over, and it happened that Wu Kun's foot was blocked by the mechanical cat. The bullet penetrated the mechanical cat, and only half of the outer wall of the mechanical cat wedged into Wu Kun's flesh and lost its strength. He stopped and did not penetrate Wu Kun's feet.

This was Wu Kun's calculation. His ankle fell down and knocked on the ground again. The mechanical cat, which had lost its threat, was immediately dropped out and broken into two pieces.

Seeing this, several other mechanical cats hesitated for a moment, either retreating to the side or discovering a new attack object and flew away. Wu Kun shook his hand and smashed one with a buttstock, and then turned around and continued to crawl forward. Someone behind was injured by the roller due to the harassment of the mechanical cat, making a scream. At the same time, there were also many excellent soldiers, half of whom were stuffed into it, got rid of the harassment of the mechanical cat and continued to move forward smoothly.

Li Xinyan could feel the pain in his body, and the bullets on his feet were a little painful, but he knew that it was just a skin injury.

The picture in front of him suddenly changed. Wu Kun was already on a single-plank bridge that was more than 20 meters long. He was not a training pond, but a surging river!

Wu Kun tried hard to maintain balance. The soldiers in front of him also raised their hands and moved forward step by step. On the single-plank bridge, there were more than a dozen people in a row, and hundreds of people were standing on the river bank behind. Each of them was more or less injured, but no one was afraid and tried to move forward and tried to complete the test of this subject. Those who were seriously injured could not bear it or were dizzy, and fell from the single-plank bridge and rushed downstream. Wu Kun's feet were tender, but he walked very smoothly.

The warrior in front suddenly slid his feet and fell into the river. Wu Kun did not hesitate and took two steps forward, grabbed the warrior's right hand in the air, and he hooked the bridge deck of the single-plank bridge with a back hook on the bridge deck. Then he shook it left and right, throwing the warrior onto the bridge deck. The warrior who could reach this point was not a mediocre person. Naturally, he skillfully grabbed the bridge deck of the single-plank bridge with both hands, then put his left leg on the bridge deck, turned over the bridge, and continued to move forward.

The screen flashed again, and the test project changed again.

Li Xinyan is very familiar with this, which is the plank road hanging diagonally on the cliff halfway up the mountain. Wu Kun hung on the mountain rock and turned his head to look behind him. Except for the three or four people playing on the cliff, there were only about a hundred soldiers standing in the waiting area. Needless to say, the others have been eliminated.

There was an injury on the foot, which hindered Wu Kun's movement. After all, if you want to move on the cliff plank road, one foot will still affect the climbing. Before, his pants were cut while crawling forward, Wu Kun simply tore off some scattered streak strips and tied them around the wound on his feet. On the one hand, it stopped bleeding, and on the other hand, it also suppressed the pain. In this way, the impact was much smaller when doing the movements and the movement was much faster. After relieving the pain, Wu Kun thought more. He tied several knots on the other end of the strip, so that his feet could also use the small trees on the cliff when moving, so that they could move faster.

In terms of physical fitness, the physical energy of mechanical living bodies is much greater than that of normal humans, so Li Xinyan is much faster than Wu Kun. However, as far as humans are concerned, Wu Kun climbs very fast when his body is injured. Some plank roads have a spacing of nearly two meters. Wu Kun flew into the air and even crossed without blinking.

A screamed above his head, and some team members missed, took off their hands from the wooden stake and fell straight down from the cliff.

Although there were four people climbing on the cliff at the same time, the plank road that everyone used was not one. Wu Kun was at the bottom and heard the loud call from above. When he looked up, the man had already rolled down three or four meters away in front of Wu Kun.

Wu Kun ran two steps, grabbed the only wooden stake in front of the cliff with both hands, and shouted, "Catch the rope!" The cloth strip on his feet and his injured leg were the first to throw the warrior's must-pass place. The warrior skipped from top to bottom in front of Wu Kun, and then tightened his feet. The warrior grabbed the cloth bag that Wu Kun tied to his feet with his hands.

Wu Kun was unconscious. He was already dead. All Li Xinyan saw was his memory, but Li Xinyan clearly heard this sentence: "Well, it's not bad. It would be a pity to die with such a few people." This sentence was directly imprinted in Li Xinyan's mind, making him unable to tell who he was. A sharp pain came from his feet, and Li Xinyan felt that his breathing was not smooth, but the warrior hanging on his feet would not fall off the cliff.

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The scenes in front of him were both familiar and unfamiliar, and the familiar ones were fighting. But what was strange was more or less. He felt that it was not that he was fighting alone, but that the faces that were more and more familiar in his memory were no longer cold and at a loss, but that there were more and more smiling faces and waving hands.

Finally, at the end of memory, the green mountains around him were towering, and thousands of people were neatly arranged on the school ground. Countless eyes were filled with excitement, expectation and reverence. Looking at the soldiers standing on the rostrum. There were 11 other people standing on the rostrum. Wu Kun was neither happy nor arrogant, but calm as water. A middle-aged man wearing glasses and dressed in uniform came over under the gaze of the squirrel, pinned a squirrel on his chest, and smiled and said, "If you like, you can tattoo this rost on your shoulders. If you are killed, at least we can find your body."

Wu Kun saluted and said, "General! No, if I am killed, then the 12th Operation Team will be left with no reason to be remembered by others, so there is no need to tattoo the emblem on your shoulders!"

The general was a little surprised, but then he patted the warrior on the shoulder with understanding and nodded. Li Xinyan knew the general's face, which was Lin Zicong.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!