God Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Do you understand everything?"

Yazdan asked aloud.

"Yes, my lord!"

The boys yelled in unison. .

"Let’s choose, then!"

Fifty teams suddenly became noisy from the original silence, some of them were discussing, some were arguing, and some were Simulate various situations.

Oscar turned his head and looked towards his younger brother, and said softly:

"Dade, what do you think."

"The logging gun is too heavy, at least Two people are required to carry it, and they have to take turns to rest in the middle, which consumes too much physical strength."

"I think so too, what about the flare."

" Fighting robots should be very difficult to deal with, but only five minutes. This is our only killing move. If we can’t rely on robots to win the conditions within these five minutes, then--"

Dade shook the head, his expression says everything.

"Then there is only one choice."

Oscar's gaze looked towards those camouflage suits and night vision goggles.

"If I want to say, just take the machine gun, and it will be done."

As soon as Kerissa yelled, Homo and Bahram shook the head at the same time, and that person Robin, a good swordsman, still has that kind of silent attitude.

The boys from the bottom of their four nests naturally hug each other, and afterwards they absorbed six boys from other nests, and they barely gathered into a small group.

But the problem of their group is very serious. The four people from the bottom of the nest and the six people from the upper nest are all incomprehensible.

So at the beginning of its establishment, this group was already split in fact.

"Are you here to carry it?"

Among the other six, the tallest boy stood up. His name was Fude, a child of an Astra Militarum officer. Bragging about his "art of commanding."

"hmph, look at your thin arms and legs, maybe it can crush you to death."

Kelisa did not hesitate to fight back in language.

"Oh, your muscles can't keep you alive on the battlefield."

Faced with the ridicule of the officer’s son, Kerissa was about to refute, Bahram So he stood up, said in a tranquil voice:

"Everyone is on the same boat now. There is no need to argue. If you fail, everyone will fail."

"No need for you Reminder."

"Then your opinion is—"

"Let me say that although the machine gun has a great advantage as a defensive fulcrum, it also means that we choose not to start There is no other way to go straight to the base. We have to be exposed to the sight of other teams for five days. If we encounter a team using flare, machine guns cannot suppress the combat robots, and it is even dangerous to face teams carrying grenades. ."

"So night vision?"

"Well, although camouflage suits and night vision are very useful at night, how to spend the first day during the day is a problem , And this configuration is extremely lacking in attack capabilities, and I am particularly afraid of encountering a team with dogs. More importantly, we must have enough individual qualities to ensure that we will not be discovered or tracked by others when lurking and transferring."

Speaking, Ford's eyes glanced at Kerissa.

The three words distrust are almost written on his face.

"What to look at!"

Kelisa suddenly became angry and pulled up his sleeves to do it. Fortunately, Hauma stopped him in time.

"Then we choose protective gear?"

Although Bachram said so, he was not sure of this choice in his heart.

The other party also shook the head.

"Choosing protective gear means that we have a high degree of tactical coordination and execution. Do you think we have such a good cooperation"

"Don't sell it."

Haomo made an impatient voice.

"In my opinion, it's only a signal flare. This choice is more flexible. As long as we are careful in the early stage to avoid unnecessary conflicts, on the last day, the battle robot is the key to our turn from defeat to victory!"

Bahram also approves of this choice, at least it sounds like a better chance.

But this gives rise to a second problem.

"Who cares about the flare gun?"

When Kerissa said it, no one spoke.

Ford glanced at the five people behind him, and then at the four people on the opposite side, with a smile on his face.

"Why don't you vote."

"no!"

Kelisa immediately rejected this opinion.

"This depends on the ability, not who is more with the team, because we only have one hole card. If we make a mistake, we will lose all of them. We must be controlled by a person who is calm and determined enough. You--"

Bald brawny man both hands crossed near chest, with an expression of contempt.

"I can't see it."

"What did you say!"

Ford was furious at once, but he didn't have the courage to do something with this big guy.

"Anyway, I support Bachram as a Captain. I can rest assured that he fires the flare gun."

"Me too."

Homo finished, he Robin by his side also took a step forward and expressed his attitude.

"That's not good."

Bachram said with a guilty conscience:

"I don't have that qualification."

" Then who do you think is a good Captain?"

Homo asked instead.

"You can't always hide behind, I know you, and you did before. Every time I waited until I got into a mess with Fayou, then stood up and told everyone at first what should be done! This It’s not going to work, man, we can’t wait for your patience anymore. Sometimes, you have to stand up and take responsibility."

"Am I patient?"

"More patient than I am."

"But we all support merit."

The other five boys from the upper ranks of the nest also stood up and supported their favorite leader.

In the atmosphere of with swords drawn and bows bent, this small team seems to have come to the brink of collapse...

In the end, Bachram made concessions.

"I also support Fude."

As soon as his words were spoken, the other three were taken aback for a while, followed by weird expressions.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I support him."

"haha! Your choice is the right one, wait for us to win You will know this."

Ford said with a smile, and then crowded out the crowd, came to the technical sergeant, and received the flare and flare gun.

Their group is almost the last group. After all the teams have selected their foreign object, the priest raised the scepter in his hand, loudly said:

" Very good, may the great God Emperor guide you, let’s go now!"

Fifty small aircraft landed on the spacious ground. Each aircraft has a corresponding squad number. The boys picked up one after another. Equipped and rushed towards their vehicles.

One aircraft after another took off, and then flew towards the trial area.

Ten minutes later, as a golden firework exploded in the sky, the five-day trial of death officially began.

But what the boys didn't know was that when they were discussing which materials to choose, their every move was already under Soshian's observation.

In the upper cabin of the Thunder Eagle [Obsidian Legacy], Soshian is surrounded by a display screen, each of which is connected to a miniature camera on the collar of a squad member.

The scene that just happened in Bahram squad was also captured by him.

Knowing advance and retreat is not easy for a full of vigor boy. After all, at their age and still so good, confrontation is much easier than retreat.

At this moment, the door of the cabin suddenly opened, and Thor and Yazdan walked in together.

"Chapter long, they have successfully entered the trial area."

"Well, then, let's take a closer look...Who will be the winner."