Chapter 867: Chapter 867

"The Landeck star team, randomly select half of the group members and chop off one finger as punishment," the Blue Trojan displayed the members’ avatars on the virtual screen, then began the selection, without giving them a chance to plead their case.

The newbies were terrified, staring intently at the screen, praying not to be chosen, while the survivors from other teams also looked pale, feeling a mix between relief and a fox’s sadness at the death of a rabbit, knowing they were just toys to be played with by the Trojan, with no opportunity to resist.

After ten seconds, the meandering light stopped, picking an air hostess.

"No, please, ah!" The air hostess had barely finished her terrified plea when a piercing scream rang out from her throat, her finger severed, falling onto the deck.

People hadn’t even recovered when a young Nazi covered in freckles screamed again, like a pig being slaughtered, bending over clutching his hand. At his feet lay a severed index finger.

The guy was unlucky, losing an important index finger.

Every ten seconds, an unfortunate soul was picked and punished, one scream followed by another, echoing over the sea, making it seem like they had entered hell. After a few minutes, the deck was littered with over a dozen fingers, blood scattered everywhere, looking sharply distressing.

Amongst the Conquerors, Landeck, Yannick, the man with glasses, and a woman survivor Lisa who had lived through an ordeal, weren’t spared from the finger chopping. Yannick suffered the worst— his right index finger was cut, severely affecting his ability to use firearms.

Yannick was furious, wishing he could resurrect the dead fiend and lash the corpse one more time. In his anger, he spoke without filtering, confronting the Trojan, "This isn’t fair, why should we pay for others’ mistakes?"

"The subject is irate, shouting at the Trojan, administer the finger chopping punishment to Yannick," the Blue Trojan didn’t answer, only declaring the punishment.

"I was wrong," Yannick became alert, tried to apologize, but his left thumb exploded, turning into a mess of mangled flesh.

"That’s harsh," Lin Weiguo inhaled sharply, he noticed that all the Conquerors under the Blue Trojan’s brutal torment became subdued like rabbits.

"The old man traded one punishment for another, his death was worth it," Yu Manli sighed, at least Yannick was significantly weakened.

"Reiterate once more, those who break the one-on-one duel rules will be obliterated as punishment, now the third round begins, does anyone volunteer to fight?"

As the Blue Trojan spoke, the scene of scrambling for the right to fight, just like earlier, no longer existed.

The German youths shrank back, the reward was tempting, but they had to be alive to claim it, what if they encountered another Chinese person with no regard for life?

"No, it’s not a chance encounter, but a certainty." A German worker with a beer belly lamented, as all the Chinese soldiers stood up without hesitation. At this moment, the Chinese side’s morale soared to its peak.

"Very well, base people warriors, since you are all from the Chinese team, you nominate someone," the Blue Trojan showed a hint of humanity for the first time.

"I’ll do it, the rest of you get back," Zuo Yi barked angrily, swinging his hand to push the other soldiers back.

The new members of both German teams instinctively took a step back, afraid of being chosen by the fearsome Zuo Yi.

"No need to hide, I choose him," Zuo Yi pointed at Tole, impatient to start the duel.

"Calm down, this guy is in a unicorn suit, he’s physically stronger than you, and bulletproof. Your lousy gun won’t be able to shoot him dead," Qin Yan tried to dissuade Zuo Yi, as promising newbies shouldn’t die .

"What’s there to fear? Even if I die, I’ll take him down with me. Lend me some hand grenades," Zuo Yi was iron-hearted, bent on killing Tole.

"Trojan, you said conquerors cannot lend weapons to newbies," Tole didn’t even realize how weak his voice sounded.

"I was referring to high-tech, magical weapons, ordinary bullets and grenades don’t count," a few hand grenades wouldn’t disrupt the balance of the competition, the Trojan left no room for Tole to refuse, "The battle begins in five minutes, please prepare for the fight."

"Kid, don’t worry, I won’t kill you right away," Zuo Yi sneered, chambering his gun and brandishing his military dagger, he was trying to unnerve Tole, affect his judgment.

"Run first, find somewhere to hide," a Nazi youth suggested despairingly, but it was all defeatist talk, it greatly dampened morale.

"At this close distance, I can definitely blow your head off, and if I miss, I can still take you down with me," Zuo Yi might have appeared as a brute, but he had some cunning. He was checking for hiding spots on the aircraft carrier while taunting Tole to disrupt his decision-making.

With such a short distance, once gunfire started, it was nearly impossible to avoid getting hit. Zuo Yi could see that the youth seemed to have firearms training. But the farther the distance, the more his advantage would show. He didn’t believe he, an ace sniper of the military, couldn’t beat a civilian.

"Die together? Dream on," Zuo Yi counted silently to three, ready to reposition strategically if the guy didn’t leave, but Tole couldn’t withstand the pressure and started running.

"Don’t run, and fight him hand-to-hand," Lex didn’t care about Tole’s life or death, winning was all the mattered, "You have a unicorn suit, you won’t die from shooting."

Tole couldn’t listen anymore and started diving into the aircraft carrier’s structures.

"Three, two, one, time’s up," Zuo Yi mimicked Tole’s mocking tone from earlier, shouting exuberantly, feeling extremely vindicated, "Kid, if I don’t slaughter you today, count me as Zuo Yi living in vain for thirty years."

Zuo Yi held his gun, pursuing Tole with standard tactical movements. In the instant before the countdown ended, he suddenly pulled out a hand grenade, yanked the pin out, and hurled it toward him.

"Be careful." The Germans yelled loudly to their compatriot, all anxiously holding their breath for him.

Intending to fire back with his gun, Tole instinctively feared the incoming hand grenade and dodged.

"Opportunity." Zuo Yi smiled. Suddenly steadying himself, he shouldered his Type 81 rifle, lined up his sights in a straight line, and aimed for Tole’s head. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ N()velFire.net

Bang bang, bang bang, two single shots. The bullets burrowed into Tole’s eye sockets and exited through the back of his head, completely blowing off his skull.

Tole’s death was gruesome; his head was shattered to the extent that the lower jawbone was exposed.

"With such accurate shooting, why even throw the hand grenade? Why not just shoot him dead?" Natural Silly White Fruit didn’t understand and thought throwing a hand grenade was a waste of time.

"Zuo Yi never intended to kill his opponent with the hand grenade. As a civilian, the first instinct upon seeing a grenade thrown is to evade, which gave Zuo Yi the opportunity to shoot. Otherwise, he would have had to exchange fire with his opponent." Tang Zheng explained, and everyone suddenly understood, although people like Dantai and Lu Fan had already realized this.

Though the fight ended very quickly, Zuo Yi had definitely planned meticulously. He first used words and momentum to make his opponent lose calm and judgment, then used the hand grenade to gain time to shoot. The whole process was nothing short of perfect.

"Zuo Yi has a strong psychological quality. If he hesitated or trembled, failing to kill with one shot, and if Tole had recovered, the outcome would have been uncertain." Qin Yan was pleased; such newbies would enhance the team’s strength.

After emptying his ammo clip into Tole’s corpse, Zuo Yi discovered that protective clothing was indeed a good thing; it was completely undamaged.

"The third match, Warhammer team wins, Zuo Yi, choose your reward."

"I’ll take the Unicorn suit." Zuo Yi walked back, fiercely scanning the circle of Germans before he finally stopped.

"The fourth match, would anyone like to volunteer?"

After the reward was given, Trojan announced the start of a new challenge. This time, only the Chinese soldiers stood out. The German flight attendants hid away like quails, needless to say, and the Nazi youths looked at each other, knowing that entering combat was foolish.

"A bunch of cowards, I’ll do it." A burly brewery worker stepped forward, spat out some saliva, and locked eyes with the soldiers.

"This is pointless, I don’t need a one-sided battle." Trojan refused, immediately selecting two soldiers on the screen, one from Xu Changtai’s team and one from the Warhammer team.

"You’ve got to be kidding?" The Company Commander was baffled, and for this question, one of his fingers was broken.

Here, there were no sentiments to be spared.

"Heh, a civil war." The Germans laughed, one after another taking pleasure in the soldiers’ predicament, waiting for them to turn on each other.

"The fourth match begins in five minutes."

"How could they possibly fight? Wait for a draw." The two picked soldiers quickly came to an agreement, both combat mates not wanting to hurt each other.

"Trojan, if it’s a draw, there won’t be any punishment, right?" Tang Zheng, who was more thoughtful, asked Trojan, but sadly, he was completely ignored.

As time ticked away by the minute and second, Tang Zheng felt uneasy, irritable, yet powerless to resolve it. At this moment, he truly wanted to beat Trojan to a pulp.

"Go on, kill each other!" The Germans incited the two soldiers, but no one listened to them.

Twenty minutes later, after a long silence, Trojan finally spoke, and everyone perked up their ears.

"The fourth match, a draw. For the two useless base people, a wiping out punishment shall be given." Trojan once again revealed its brutality.

"No." Not only Tang Zheng, many from the Warhammer team shouted out, but it was useless. Their voices hadn’t even fallen, and even before the two soldiers could grasp what was happening, their heads were blown off with a boom.

Blood, broken flesh, and white brain pulp splattered out, splashing onto everyone’s faces. The warm, sticky sensation gave them a bone-chilling cold.

In front of a hundred pairs of eyes, two headless corpses thudded onto the deck.

The soldiers grieved, rushing over, while the Nazi youths went silent for a few seconds and then began to cheer at the scene, infuriating the soldiers. Had it not been for Xu Changtai’s quick intervention, a conflict would have certainly erupted.

"Deserved it." The youths raised their middle fingers, spitting and cursing, taking pleasure in the disaster.

"To reiterate, a draw is acceptable, but that means both parties are dead. If both survive, it will be considered a rule violation and will be met with wiping out." Trojan forced the survivors to fight each other with these rules; there was no loophole to be exploited. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets, your support is my greatest motivation.)