Regardless of whether Long Xiaoqi is pretending or not, at least his philosophy is correct.?                                                                                                                    �

Long Xiaoqi is equipped with x, but he has the ability to pretend to be x. He can run away from these people on a few streets. Even if he is the last one, he is the first in the hearts of those guys, and it is indisputable.

"Single-soldiers... who can be stronger than the flag guard? This situation is not surprising at all." General Alanx smiled bitterly and said, "The magic he brought is definitely more than this. Let's take a rest and adjust and continue the competition below."

The final champion of the individual raid fell into the hands of the Chinese side in a magical way. It seemed so simple that many people with unknown circumstances could not understand it. But whether you can understand it or not, the facts are already in front of you. The organizer of the Erner Assault will not have any partiality, and this kind of military competition does not have any secret operations, everything is transparent.

"Today's event was shocking. Check who the Chinese scout was, why did Sas and others give up the first one."

"Check! I want to know what this guy is doing."

"Immediately notify the relevant departments that I will see all the information about this Chinese team member tomorrow morning."

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Many participating countries started to check Long Xiaoqi's information. It is normal for a person to get the first place, but it is not normal to get the first place in this way. Because no one dares to compete with him for the first place, the strongest teams handed over the first place and made others unable to break through their blockade. This is like Long Xiaoqi is their boss... It's not bad at all, Long Xiaoqi is their boss!

"Why are you all here?" After the game, Long Xiaoqi shouted some of Hemingway and looked confused.

Although the Erner Assault was furious and extremely hot, it was fundamentally not as good as the Hunter School. Special forces from these countries could enter the Hunter School for training, which was an improvement for them. But there was no reason for this kind of competition. In other words, elites like them would not come to participate in this kind of competition, which would be a waste of time.

"You can come, why can't we come?" Hemingway said with a smile, biting a cigar, "You are our hunter, our boss."

Yes, you, Long Xiaoqi, can come, why can't they come?

At this moment, a meaningful expression appeared on Long Xiaoqi's face. Although he didn't know why these guys came here, he knew that since they came, they must have their own purpose. This is not a personal wish, but the wish of the motherland behind them.

"Hahahaha, boss, it's fate that we can meet in Erner. This is the hunter's horn to bring us together..."

The polar bear laughed loudly, but was scolded by Long Xiaoqi before he finished speaking.

"Go to your uncle's hunter horn!"

"Well……"

The audience was embarrassed, and everyone knew that this was a bullshit hunter horn. They didn't know why they were here to participate in such a painful military competition, but after they arrived, they were surprised that Long Xiaoqi and Han Hu were also there! Simply put, no matter it was the polar bear or Hemingway, they didn't know why they were here. When they came here to see Long Xiaoqi, they vaguely knew in their hearts that they might be forced to come here.

"Drinking?" the young gentleman made a proposal.

"Drink!" Long Xiaoqi immediately agreed.

What he likes most now is drinking. If he doesn't drink, his whole body will be in pain. He once tried not to drink for a day, and his whole body was so painful that he felt numb. He felt from the inside out and wanted to die immediately. At this time, he completely realized the pain that Zhao Ying had endured in the past. However, at the beginning, he thought that Zhao Ying was cool when drinking.

Thinking about it now, he is not only heartache but also heartache. His drinking now almost completely imitates Zhao Ying's appearance. Sometimes he raises his head and takes a big mouthful, sometimes he takes a sip, and often plays with the wine pot he carries with him.

When drinking, more than a dozen old men started drinking immediately. When they could not find the wine, they used the hunter's keenest nose to steal all the wine the organizer used to celebrate the last celebration.

Drink! Drink with big gulp, drink hard, and cry!

Unfortunately, Long Xiaoqi can no longer find the feeling of drinking with these brothers at the Hunter School. That is because they were all simple in the past, all of them were hunters, and poor people who were oppressed and oppressed. Now, they each represent their own countries and have their own goals...the positions and camps are different, and even if they drink, they are not so devoted.

As for the hunter's motto, they have lost their passion now. Because they are far away from the hunter, or they are no longer the hunters they used to be.

Twenty-four hours later, the second competition kicked off. This competition is still a single-soldier competition, a purer individual competition. This time, Ernar's assault changed the previous competitive model and made adjustments when he saw that well-known special forces sent team members. This adjustment is mostly individual projects, while in the past, most of them were group projects.

The organizers are very smart. They deliberately adjust and add individual projects to observe. They will deeply observe the performance and techniques of the participating team members in each individual project. This is very important and they can't learn it even if they want to. You should know that whether it is sas, seals, or wild boys and alphas, they all have their own advantages.

No one knows what their training is like, and they can only use individual combat techniques to infer and learn. It is precisely because of this situation that internationally renowned special forces never participate in this kind of military competition. Even if they disclose their own training on the surface, everything in essence is hidden. They are assassins living in the darkness at all, and they will never expose themselves.

The second game is very simple, that is, crossing the minefield.

This is a single-soldier competition. Without detection tools, they are not even equipped with sabers to allow them to cross the minefield. This is perverted, this is crazy, this is life-threatening!

It has become a legend for individual soldiers to cross the minefield. Now they don’t even have a saber. Why do they cross the minefield? It is very difficult. If it weren’t for the participation of Sas and other troops, this event would have been impossible.
Chapter completed!