Chapter 869: Chapter 869

"Let go of me, help!" the flight attendant screamed, but no one would come to her rescue because the rules forbid others from intervening, or they would be punished.

"Trash," the soldiers muttered, cursing as they heard the faint cries, feeling disgraced by the German’s behavior at that moment.

Struggling wildly, the flight attendant kicked and managed to grab a dropped AK74M next to her, swinging it at the young man’s head. Fueled by lust, he hadn’t noticed, and a heavy blow landed, causing blood to immediately flow down his forehead as he toppled to the side.

The flight attendant scrambled to her feet, trying to escape, but the young man grabbed her ankle. She turned around, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the youth.

"You don’t even have a magazine, how are you going to shoot? Behave, and I’ll make it quick for you," the young man sneered, reveling in the feel of her skin beneath the leather clothing, preparing to drag her closer to violate her, when the gun fired.

A bullet pierced the chest of the Nazi youth. His face registered shock as he looked at the wound, touched it, saw the blood on his hand, and his lips moved as if to speak, yet he said nothing, falling forward, dead, as blood spread across the ground.

Bertha cried and scrambled backward on hands and knees, then got up and ran for her life. Her luck was astronomical; she thought she had emptied the magazine and tried to change to a new one when her pursuer wasn’t catching up, not realizing that one bullet remained in the gun.

Watching Bertha emerge disheveled, the Germans were silent. The camaraderie among the newbies had vanished due to the skirmish.

"Round five, Wanderers team wins, Bertha, choose your reward." Perhaps due to being overly startled, Bertha didn’t choose protective clothing but instead asked for a Thunderstorm rifle.

The survivors watched the screen, hoping the challenge would end, but the Trojan clearly had no intention of granting the base people their wish.

"Round six, selection complete, starting in five minutes."

This time the soldiers couldn’t help but curse aloud, as the two avatars locked on the screen were both soldiers again.

A soldier from Xu Changtai’s team and another from the Warhammer team with a broken leg.

This time, the Germans weren’t happy at the misfortune of others, all falling silent as they watched, waiting for the outcome.

In fact, there was no suspense; it was certain the soldier with the broken leg would perish, but could the other soldier bring himself to do it? They were combat mates, after all.

For Dantai, the soldier’s victory and losing a severely injured burden was the best outcome, but such a suggestion was not something he could voice.

The Chinese survivors were silent, a suppressive atmosphere engulfing the aircraft carrier, suffocating.

"Zhang Ke, you dumbass soldier, you screwed up again." The injured platoon leader cursed at Zhang Ke in dialect, slinging his rifle behind him, sat up, took a crumpled pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulled out two, put them in his mouth, lit them with a lighter, then handed one to Zhang Ke.

"Platoon Leader." Zhang Ke didn’t hesitate, came over, and had just called out when the platoon leader shoved a cigarette into his mouth.

"I’ve told you so many times, men bleed, they don’t cry. No wonder Tong Hong always scolds you. If I were your platoon leader, I’d beat you too."

"But you are my platoon leader." Zhang Ke cried, how could he forget this big brother who had a good rapport with him, nor could he forget his platoon leader lending him the money he had saved for marriage when his family desperately needed it, and he could not forget how his platoon leader had counseled him when military camp life was dull and he felt agitated...

"Last time we did drills, it was you, boy, who smuggled two hard-boiled eggs, and because of that, our company got spotted by a recon drone. You’re slow-witted, remember to think before you act in the future, it won’t do you any harm," the platoon leader coughed twice, exhaled a half ring of smoke, and laughed as he slapped Zhang Ke on the head, "What are you crying for, can’t remember what I told you?"

"I remember, I remember," Little Soldier Zhang Ke wiped away his tears, unaware that the countdown had already ended. Of course, he hadn’t considered fighting with his platoon leader; at that moment, he was lost, unsure of what to do.

"Tell me about that girl someone introduced to you last time, how’s that going?" the platoon leader asked, his right hand drawing the M9 pistol from its holster—an item he got in the Trojan Room and had long wanted to keep as a memento.

This motion lifted the spirits of the Germans watching, seemingly signaling the onset of battle. They then looked towards the other soldier, wanting to know their stance, only to be met with silence, as if they already knew the outcome.

The company commander, the senior platoon leader, the left squad leader, Tong squad leader—all watched the platoon leader with choked emotions, knowing the nature of this man; he wasn’t one to stab someone in the back.

"Just let it be." Zhang Ke said sheepishly, his head hung low, embarrassed to speak of such matters, but the next moment his body jolted.

A gunshot sounded as if it had pierced his soul.

"Wu..." Zhang Ke did not dare to look back. He was afraid to see that unacceptable outcome. However, a warm body then leaned against him.

"From now on, listen more to Platoon Leader Tong. He actually cares about you a lot. He secretly sent a thousand yuan to your family. He never wanted me to tell you about it." Platoon Leader Wu struggled to speak, and after those words, he could no longer control his body and slid off Private Zhang Ke, leaving behind a trail of fresh blood.

"Platoon Leader Wu!" Gazing at Platoon Leader Wu who had been shot in the abdomen, Zhang Ke wept bitterly. He pressed his hand on the platoon leader’s wound, but the blood still sizzled out.

"Live... live well." Platoon Leader Wu, with his chapped lips clenched, took one last look at his platoon filled with guilt. He hadn’t managed to bring them back in the end.

"Platoon Leader Wu!" Eight soldiers ran over, all under his command.

The Company Commander sighed. Platoon Leader Wu was that kind of man. The moment his icon appeared on screen, they knew he would choose this way to end his life.

"Wu platoon leader had wanted to die since he broke his leg. He didn’t want to be a burden to everyone," said a soldier responsible for taking care of Platoon Leader Wu, wiping away tears and choking on the words.

"Round six, West Lake Longjing Tea team wins, Zhang Ke, choose your reward."

"I don’t want it." Anger surged within Zhang Ke. He sprang up, ready to confront the Blue Trojan that had killed Platoon Leader Wu. Fortunately, Platoon Leader Tong, quick as lightning, clamped his mouth shut just in time, or else Zhang Ke would have lost a finger.

"Hmph, starting round seven." The Trojan clearly had no intention of ending the game. As soon as it spoke, the survivors’ hearts leapt to their throats once again.

This time it was a soldier from Xu Changtai’s team against a Nazi youth from Fleischer’s team.

Before the countdown was over, the youth began to run towards the island superstructure, hoping to use the terrain to his advantage. The soldier didn’t give him a chance and wanted to pursue, but Tang Zheng stopped him for a moment.

"If there’s no chance, don’t force your way through. Lure him into depleting his bullets," Tang Zheng instructed quickly. Even if it came to melee combat, the Nazi youth shouldn’t be a match for the soldier.

The soldier wasn’t foolish and understood the reasoning instantly. He nodded and pursued.

A few seconds later, intense gunfire erupted from within the island superstructure.

"It’s the sound of a G36 rifle; that German is panicking," said the Company Commander. True to his word, a minute later, the soldier emerged from the island, dragging the youth’s corpse with one hand.

"Round seven, West Lake Longjing Tea team wins, Li Chen, choose your reward."

"This isn’t good, Tang Zheng. We’ve lost two rounds, tied one, and won one, just like the Celebrity team, at the bottom," Pang Meiqin lamented. "Given the Trojan’s character, we might be up for punishment."

Pang Meiqin was a crow’s mouth; her prediction came true.

"The Newbie Challenge should have concluded, moving on to the next segment, punishing the bottom-ranked team. However, since the Warhammer team and Celebrity team have the same record, an additional match will be held. The losing team will face punishment."

"The contestant for this round will be randomly selected from among all team members." Discover more novels at novel⁂fire.net

The screen showed all members of both teams, with a spotlight moving among them, and the two little lolitas were particularly eye-catching.

"Choose the little girl!" At this moment, even the Germans couldn’t maintain their composure or gentlemanly demeanor; they all hoped the spotlight would land on Cheng Cheng or Lu Fan.

"Don’t pick Cheng Cheng, please!" Chen Hong and Yu Manli also prayed. If Cheng Cheng were chosen, the outcome would undoubtedly be a loss. They all knew that a little girl had no means to fight, that staying alive was already tough enough. (To be continued. If you work, you are welcome to vote for it at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)