The military command system that was randomly teleported to different camps suffered massive casualties in this magical forest.
This has to start with the actions of Bass, the commander, after he landed.
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"Damn it! Is old man Merlin targeting me?!"
After Bass cursed angrily, he began a basic exploration of the surrounding environment.
Surviving alone in various environments was what Bass had trained his subordinates before the start of the game.
The most important task at present is to gather the subordinates again.
This was also one of the things we had rehearsed.
Bass found a high ground and the tallest tree on it.
This tree is like a spear thrown to the earth by the gods. It does not have many branches or leaves, but only a main trunk roaring straight to the sky.
There is a huge crown at the top of the tree, like the tassel on a spear, or like a hand covering the sky.
"That's you," Bass whispered to himself.
He patted the trunk of the tree and gently grasped it with his hand.
The bark seemed to be soldered on with a soldering iron and did not move at all, apparently able to support its own weight.
He temporarily took off the heavy armor and weapons and placed them on the ground.
Wearing a thin inner shirt, the weight on his body was lightened a lot, so climbing the tree was naturally much easier.
But Bass didn't know that this was a muddy road.
The reason why this tree was chosen was that it was tall enough, making it an excellent vantage point and observation point, and Bass was holding his secret weapon in his mouth - a signal gun.
The original plan was to climb to the commanding heights and use a signal gun to send a dazzling flare into the sky, and when all the subordinates saw the scarlet meteor, they would rush in the direction of the flare.
This way, you can turn a disadvantage into an advantage.
There is strength in numbers, and this sentence is remembered as the core idea of the military command system.
Long-term training has made their team combat capabilities extremely strong, and they can even use formations to face some creatures that are difficult for civilians to resist.
In such a situation where personnel are dispersed, what Bath needs to do is to gather them together.
He held the flare gun tightly in his mouth, and even though saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth, he still didn't let go.
He tried hard to climb up, but the more he climbed, the more he realized something was wrong.
He looked down and saw that the trees beneath him had become small black dots.
But it seemed like I could never reach the top of the tree and was stuck in the middle.
"Magic forest, magic forest, damn magic!"
Only then did Bass realize that he had been tricked without knowing it.
The wind blowing down from the treetops was freezing cold, and a single layer of inner clothing was no match for the cold.
The most terrifying thing is that my movements began to slow down.
Bass understood that this was because the air around him became thinner and the drop in temperature caused the numbness in his hands and feet.
The current height is close to 100 meters. If I lose my grip and fall due to numbness in my hands and feet, I will definitely be dead.
This is a fatal crisis!
On this tree, I could only hold on to the trunk tightly and move my body vertically. There was no other foothold to rest.
Either give up or keep moving forward, this is the dilemma facing Bass.
Climbing to this point has consumed a lot of Bass's physical strength, and he is unwilling to give up just like that.
If I choose to continue, it is unknown whether I can reach the summit with my increasingly numb hands and feet.
His mouth had become a little swollen from biting the flare gun for a long time, and Bass's face gradually turned a little gray.
This is a symptom of hypothermia.
Along with this, the body began to shiver unconsciously, and breathing to maintain life gradually became difficult.
Bass clearly felt strange rales in his lungs, which might be caused by pulmonary edema.
Every breath is a torture. The inhaled air is like the fragrance exhaled by the ice and snow goddess, charming but piercing.
“Is this the end of my road?”
The thought of giving up came into Bass's mind.
"As long as you let go, you will be free."
The grandmother who had been torn away more than ten years ago spoke to him from the sky with a kind smile.
For a moment, Bass almost let go.
His heart was beating wildly, and every beat sounded like a drum in his ears.
"Hmm? Drum? War drum! My brothers are still waiting for me!"
Bass never expected that what would bring him back to consciousness was the sound of his own heart beating.
The treetop in front of him didn't seem so far away anymore, and Bass climbed to the top of the tree in one go.
The magical forest world seen from the treetops is a wonderful sight.
Various colorful trees form an oil painting painted by nature.
Bass took a short rest and recovered some strength, then fired that crucial flare into the sky.
A red meteor streaked across the sky and lingered in the air for a long time.
This gorgeous scene is extremely beautiful, and it also silently declares to all things in the forest,
"This is my Bass's territory."
The eye-catching brilliance not only attracted the attention of the contestants, but also attracted the curious eyes of the creatures in the jungle.
They had never seen such a scene before. It was something strange that had never appeared in the magic forest.
Having regained some energy, Bass jumped down from the treetops.
He made a simple rope with leaves and fluff picked from the tree canopy, one end of the rope was tied around his waist and the other end was tied around the trunk.
This jump was not an aimless free fall, but a careful movement along the tree trunk.
He pushed his feet lightly against the tree trunk, and each time he jumped using the force, he moved downward a considerable distance.
Soon, Bass returned to the ground safely.
After returning to the ground, Bass did not slack off, but immediately equipped himself with armor and weapons, and waited for the arrival of the unknown.
The sending of flares is not something that only people in the military command system would understand.
The other contestants only needed to think about it for a moment to understand that the place where the flare was sent was where the military command system gathered.
Gathering place, gathering place, as the name suggests, it is necessary to gather when people are dispersed.
For the belligerent players, this is an opportunity to eliminate the powerful enemy of the Military Command Department.
But Bass had planned everything, but he missed one step.
The most powerful enemy at the moment is not the contestants, but the magic forest itself.
The prerequisite for gathering is to cross the magical forest, cross the unknown lands in it, and break into the territory of unknown creatures.
This would be a good method if it were some plains or open terrain, but this is the Enchanted Forest.
After noticing the flare, the members of the military command center all ran straight in the direction of the flare.
The straight-line distance is naturally the shortest distance, but in the magic forest, it may be the longest distance.
Even people as outstanding as Joet Brown and Arthur had never rushed around like this in this magical forest, but the people in the military command department dared to do so.
The price of doing so is awakening the forest and awakening the owner of the forest.
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Bass defeated the thirteenth overconfident challenger and finally waited for the arrival of the first team of military command department subordinates.
There was no warm applause, no joyful cheers, only tacit hugs between brothers and the banging of fists on breastplates.
Every subordinate who arrived was covered in dust and dirt. The armor that was originally waxed and polished to a shine every day was now covered in dust and dirt. Some of them had weeds hanging on their heads and many scratches on their faces, but there was light in their eyes, which showed their loyalty and trust in their commander.
They never doubted any of the commander's orders, gave the commander complete trust, and were willing to give their lives for their respected commander.
Outsiders do not understand the cohesion within the military command system.
They train from dawn to dusk every day, eat, drink, defecate and urinate together, and have long since developed a bond that goes beyond friendship.
And now the members who have arrived all admire Bass's foresight.
"Stay still, there shouldn't be any blind fellows looking to trouble us now."
Bass gave the order to rest and patted each brother on the shoulder with heartache.
"Yes, sir!"
After a neat military salute, they dared to sit down on the ground and rest for a while.
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After ten minutes of waiting, more and more men came out of the forest.
Their lineup had recovered 70% to 80%, but Bass's heart sank.
Those who fail to walk out of the forest naturally have only two fates: either they are eliminated by other contestants, or they stay in the forest forever and become fertilizer for the soil.
Maybe one or two lucky ones will escape, but they are only a minority.
"Arm your troops! Get ready to go!"
Bass shouted loudly, and his subordinates immediately perked up and began to form a queue according to their daily training.
The sound of uniform footsteps once again echoed through the jungle, but that was their last.
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"Commander! Report!"
"What's up?"
Bass turned his head and looked at his subordinates who were running towards him in a hurry, disrupting the formation, and asked with some displeasure.
If you disrupt the formation because of a trivial matter, you will definitely be whipped under normal circumstances.
"How could such a low-level mistake be made at this moment?"
Bass thought to himself.
When he turned around, he saw a face full of fear.
The young subordinate's face was covered with tears. He was trembling in panic and his nose was running uncontrollably.
"Reporting to the commander, I...we...have a few hundred more people."
When Bass heard this, his ears immediately perked up.
"Can you say that again?"
"Commander, there are several hundred more people in our ranks..."
The young general said very confidently,
"I was the one who counted the number of people before we set out."
Bass raised his hand first, and the soldiers immediately stopped when they saw it.
Bass lowered his voice and asked softly,
"There were 648 people before we set out. How many now?"
“Reporting to the commander, one thousand two hundred and ninety people.
We have twice as many of them.”
The young general looked dazedly at the queue standing silently.
Bass then shouted,
"Count!"
"one!"
"two!"
. . .
"Six hundred and forty-six!"
The sound of counting stopped abruptly, and the troops behind the soldier said nothing.
When Bass looked closely, he found that those soldiers looked exactly like his own men.
The only two differences were that their armor was pitch black, while their subordinates' armor was silver-gray, and secondly, they all had absurd and weird smiles on their faces.
This smile seemed to mock Bass for why he only noticed the anomaly in the queue now.
When the subordinates were counting their numbers, they all faced their commander, Bass. The only ones who could see this abnormality were the young general who ran out alone and Bass himself.
Bass maintained his dignified expression on his face, but his back was already wet with cold sweat.
He had never seen such a strange sight before. He kept asking himself,
"What is going on? What is going on?!
Is this an enemy? Or just an anomaly in the enchanted forest? ! "
He took two deep breaths and then looked again.
The sun is high in the sky, the insects are chirping,
But there are two shadows under every person's feet.
There were no shadows under the feet of the extra 648 people.
Bass didn't dare to act rashly, and a drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead.
Drops of sweat slid down his face to his chin, then fell to the ground, stirring up the dust on the ground.
This drop of sweat became the banner for the extra troops to launch the charge.
"Turn around and fight! Form a stacked formation! Fire freely!"
Bass saw the troops suddenly move, and instinct made him shout the order to attack.
Without figuring out the nature of those extra troops, Bass chose to strike first.
The subordinates turned around immediately without any delay.
The subordinates in the back row lay prone on the ground, while those in the second row crouched beside the prone ones, and those in the last row stood still.
They formed a three-layer fire chain, and a large amount of flames shot towards the twisting troops through the guns in their hands.
They don't understand, and they don't need to understand. They just need to follow the commander's orders.
Bullets were fired from the muzzle in an orderly manner, creating waves of loud noises.
Their enemies, whose troops were exactly the same as theirs, did not make any moves.
The volley of bullets they were so proud of passed through the extra shadows, but it was the trees behind them that suffered the consequences.
Dozens of rounds of bullets emptied their guns of bullets, but they dared not act rashly without the order to reload.
The salvo raised a large amount of dust, which interfered with Bass's vision.
"Load and get ready, swordsmen, get ready!"
Bass had no choice but to give the order to prepare for battle.
In the next second, the raised dust suddenly disappeared, as if it was swallowed by a huge void beast.
The place where the extra troops were originally located was now empty, and even the trees behind them were pierced by bullets and collapsed into pieces.
Bass was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard a painful roar from his own team.
“Ahh! Stop! Stop!!! Ahhhh!!!”