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At six o'clock in the morning, a small military magic ship landed in the middle of the camp. It was a patrol airship that looked like a prism. The metal fuselage was stamped with the symbol of the 13th District's surface garrison, the "Owl Wolf". Powered by Magic Cube energy, it had two propulsion engines at the stern. Under the arc-shaped armor cover was the cockpit, equipped with twin explosive cannons and surface-to-surface missile launchers under the left and right ailerons.
In terms of firepower, such a small magic ship was far from excellent. Limited by the size of the fuselage and the limitations of the propulsion engine, this kind of airship could not be loaded with heavy firepower, so it was usually only used for patrolling the periphery of the administrative region.
However, this was the first time the youths had seen a magic ship at such a close distance. Allen's eyes were filled with excitement, and the other two youths were equally excited.
"Alright, if you have the chance to leave, there are more and bigger magic ships in Babylon for you to see." Second Lieutenant Ron stood in front of the airship and crossed his arms over his chest. "Listen, this airship will take you to the test site later. For this test, you can try to warm up before the survival game. You have three days to deal with your opponent, but all activities must be limited to the marked area. Once someone crosses the forbidden area and tries to escape, trust me, it won't be a pleasant decision. "
Merry's expression changed when she heard the second lieutenant say this.
"Check your luggage. If there's no problem, go in." The second lieutenant patted the hull of the ship. A cockpit opened at the stern of the airship, with only four seats. However, there were only three teenagers, which was enough.
They didn't have much to bring, mainly weapons. As for supplies, they had to settle it themselves in the forest.
Allen carried Kuang Tu on his back and was the first to enter the stern cabin, followed by Maho and Merry. Four seats, two facing each other. Allen untied Kuang Tu and leaned against the side, sitting on the left side of the seat. He fastened his seat belt according to the driver's instructions, while Maho and the other two sat on the right side. The six eyes of the three of them intersected in the air.
The cabin door slowly closed, and Second Lieutenant Ron said to the three of them from outside, "Good luck, kids."
As soon as the door closed, the cabin lit up with a soft light. From the portholes on both sides, one could see that the flying ship was steadily rising into the sky. However, there was not the slightest tremor during the entire process. Only the faint buzzing of the propulsion engine could be heard from beneath their feet.
"Watch your ass, because I'm going to explode it with this guy." Maho touched his sniper rifle with one hand and unceremoniously landed on Merry's long legs with the other, looking at Allen proudly.
Allen grinned. "You know what? I'll stab you in the mouth with Berserker and cut off your head. So from now on, you should talk more, because soon you won't need it. "
The two youths were at loggerheads, and the atmosphere in the cabin was filled with the smell of gunpowder. Merry lowered her head uneasily, not daring to look at either Allen or Maho.
Soon, the magic-powered warship arrived above the examination site. The driver followed Ron's instructions and dropped the three youths into different locations in the forest. Allen was the last to get off the plane. When the magic ship was only ten meters above the ground, he jumped out of the cabin with Berserker in his hand. When he landed on the ground, he rolled forward to remove the force of his fall.
Raising his head, the magic ship had already taken off. Two azure flames sprayed out from the rear propulsion engine, and the flying ship flew away in the blink of an eye.
After the flying ship left, the forest returned to its tranquility. After six months, Allen returned to the wilderness and took a deep breath of free air. Anchored by the sunlight, he entered the forest and headed east. He wasn't in a hurry to find Maho and Merry. Instead, he first confirmed the scope of the examination so that he could understand the environment of the battlefield. This was a habit developed from years of hunting. Before any snow wolf attacked its prey, it had to know its surroundings before it could establish a method of attack to ensure that its prey could not escape.
More than an hour later, Allen found the edge of the examination area. Barbed wire was set up at the edge, and iron plates with skulls were hung at intervals. The meaning was already very obvious.
Allen ran along the edge. It took him an entire day to confirm the scope of the entire examination area. The examination area was very wide. There were dense forests, two valleys, and a river in this area. Allen cut down a few small trees along the way, hollowed out the tender trunks, and drew water from the only river. He hid the water sources in several hidden places. Water was the most important supply. With these supply points, Allen didn't have to expose himself to the river to get water.
After night fell, he was still moving through the forest. The darkness could not confuse his sense of direction, and the stars in the night sky would show him the way. At a few specific locations, Allen made some simple but fatal traps. It was already late at night after he was done with this. He simply climbed up a tree and hid in the dense leaves to sleep.
When the sun rose, it was already the second day of the exam.
Maho was a little annoyed.
After the parachute yesterday, he found a commanding height nearby to search for Allen and snipe him. However, that white-haired brat seemed to have steamed in the human world. Maho squatted for a long time but still couldn't find any trace of him. Helpless, Maho could only take the initiative to attack and run all over the forest to search for Allen. The identity of a sniper did indeed have a great advantage. Long-range shooting made them terrifying killers in the forest. But on the other hand, the shortcoming was also very obvious.
Snipers should be quiet and not move. This was what the instructor repeatedly emphasized when instructing Maho on sniping skills. When a sniper is exposed, it is a very dangerous thing to do. However, Maho was anxious to kill Allen and had long since forgotten the instructor's words.
However, after a busy day, Maho did not find Allen, but he found the river. The river flowed through the mountains, often through mountain streams or underground, and there were not many areas that could be used to draw water. Maho had an idea. He thought to himself that Allen could not eat, but he could not not drink water. In that case, what place was more advantageous than squatting by the river?
Therefore, as soon as the sun rose, he chose a section of the river with a relatively flat terrain as his hiding spot. Maho hid on a camphor tree far away from the river bank, using the leaves to cover his body, and the muzzle of his gun aimed in the direction of the river bank. However, a morning passed, but Allen still hadn't appeared.
Just as Maho was starting to get annoyed, he suddenly saw a leaf not far from the river bank rustling like a wave. Then, Allen's figure carefully appeared in the shade of the tree by the river.
"Coming, coming." Maho licked his mouth and focused on the scope, "Come out, yes, come out a little more. White-haired brat. "
Allen vigilantly observed his surroundings through the scope. However, Maho was six to seven hundred meters away from him, a distance that Allen could not detect. After observing for a full ten minutes, Allen began to approach the river. Maho couldn't help but curse, "What a cautious fellow."
Finally, Allen arrived at the river. He seemed to be starving and plunged into the river to drink. Maho grinned sinisterly as he placed the crosshair on Allen's head. He took a deep breath and his steady finger began to press down on the trigger. However, just as he was about to shoot, Allen raised his head like a vigilant deer and looked in Maho's direction through the scope.
"Damn it, it's me." Maho didn't have time to hesitate and pressed down on the trigger heavily.
But at the same time, Allen had already jumped up and the bullet shot into the river. Allen turned around and ran. Maho immediately adjusted the trajectory and fired again. At this time, Allen had just entered the forest, and he didn't know if he had hit it or not. Maho got down from the tree, ran to the river with his gun on his back, and drilled into the forest that Allen had just entered. After running a few steps, a bloody handprint appeared, and a string of blood was dripping from the fallen leaves on the ground.
Maho chuckled dryly. He knew that Allen was injured. This was a good opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it. Carrying his gun, Maho followed the bloodstains deep into the forest.
At the same time, in a corner of the mountain, Merry raised her head. Two gunshots came from afar. The girl identified the direction and left.
Half an hour later, Maho squatted down behind a bush. Not far away, on the left side of a rock, he saw a grass-green camp uniform. The camp uniform suddenly moved and shrank behind the rock.
Allen was hiding behind the rock, and Maho stopped at this point. Judging from the situation along the way, there were more and more bloodstains. It seemed that the second shot hit Allen, and he was heavily injured. Maho couldn't help but whistle. Allen couldn't escape. He firmly believed this. If he followed the instructor's instructions, he should hide in his hiding place and wait for Allen to come out, then shoot him dead.
But Maho didn't have the mood to wait any longer. In his opinion, what else could a half-dead white-haired brat do? He came out from behind the bushes, but he didn't run up in a hurry. The ground was covered with fallen leaves, and running would make a sound. Words. Maho walked very slowly and lightly. It took him an entire ten minutes to walk a distance of only a few dozen meters. When he quietly stepped on the rock, Maho had already seen the Goddess of Victory smiling at him.
You're dead. He thought, then shot up the rock and pressed down on the muzzle of his gun. However, the scene in front of him was not Allen leaning against the rock, but a horned deer with its neck cut open, and a blood-stained camp uniform draped over its buttocks!
As soon as Maho moved, a howling wind suddenly sounded behind him. He turned around and saw Allen, who was bare-chested, jump up from the leaf-covered ground. The Berserk Slaughter in his hand swept across a beautiful arc in midair and wiped towards his head!
It's a trap!
Maho finally woke up. He shouted and immediately bounced off the rock. In the end, Kuang Tu didn't cut his head and only brushed past his chest. The sharpness and the blade plowed a wave of blood. Maho landed on the ground, raised his gun and fired upwards, forcing Allen away, then turned around and ran. He crashed into the forest in one breath. Not long after, he screamed miserably in the forest.
In that direction, there was another trap set by Allen. It was prepared to prevent the prey from escaping. It seemed that Maho had gone straight into the trap. Allen picked up Kuang Tu and was about to catch up to Maho when the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. He immediately rolled on the ground and threw himself into the bushes. Several gunshots rang out from behind. From the sound, it sounded like the gunshots of automatic pistols.
Allen's mind flashed with the face of this hesitant and fearful girl: Merry!
She may feel desperate and helpless. But at this time, she also picked up her two guns and began to fight. Considering that she and Maho had been so close in the past two months, Allen felt that she wouldn't cooperate with him. So he didn't hesitate and left in another direction.
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