Sitting on the cross-border trading group, the country is chasing after it

On the other side of the world, in a corner of a narrow and dim house, there were a few ragged men huddled together. They had different skin and hair colors, and their hands and feet were covered with calluses, which showed that they had lived a hard life in the past.

This room is like a big iron cage in the Colosseum, with wind blowing in from all sides. It is winter now, but there is no heating in the room, and the cage is freezing cold.

The people huddled in the corner had their hands and feet frozen red, and they kept rubbing their bodies, using the most basic way to keep themselves warm.

Just then, the door of the iron cage was opened, and the guard came in with several bags of food mixture, and then threw the things on the ground.

"time to eat!"

These people immediately rushed to the food on the ground like hungry wolves, grabbed the food and stuffed it into their mouths, wolfing it down like starving ghosts. They even pushed and fought with each other to get food.

The guard stood nearby, his hands on his belt, admiring the scene from a high position, and even sarcastically said, "Haha, you're just like a pig."

The guard didn't notice that the cage door behind him was slowly closing. When he found out, he slowly grabbed the cage and shook it, calling out to his companions, "Open the door."

"Hey, man? Where have you been? Did you have to go to the bathroom again because you had to pee? You really should go check your kidney function, hahaha!"

However, no one outside the cage paid any attention to him, and at the same time, things suddenly became quiet behind him.

It was quiet inside the cage and outside it as well.

The eerie silence made his scalp numb. He turned his head stiffly and saw that the refugees who had been eating anything hungry just now had stopped eating and were standing there numbly, staring ahead with lifeless eyes, just like scarecrows in the field.

The guard swallowed and then mustered up the courage to ask, "Hey, you guys don't want to eat anymore?" But no one responded.

The guard raised his electric baton and poked several people, trying to intimidate them: "What's wrong with you? Don't act crazy!"

But no matter how he poked them, these people didn't react.

When a person is extremely frightened, he or she will use chatterboxing and exaggerated actions to cover up.

The guard turned the electric baton to maximum power: "Answer me now! Speak quickly, you lowly people!"

At this time, the general appeared out of nowhere. He stood outside the cage, blew a bamboo whistle, and then ordered coldly and ruthlessly: "Tear up the man in front of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the refugees who had eaten the ghost grass and turned into ghost soldiers suddenly raised their heads and rushed towards the guards fiercely...

The guards raised their electric batons and frantically beat these strange people who had suddenly turned into ferocious beasts.

But these people suddenly became extremely strong and were not even afraid of electric shocks.

In a short while, screams of the guard were heard from the cage.

These strange people did not intend to kill him, but to tear the guard's flesh and blood with their nails and teeth like real wild animals.

The general blew the bamboo whistle again and ordered, "Stop!"

The ghost soldiers in the cage immediately stopped attacking.

"Great, this is really great." The admiral shouted excitedly, his eyes completely ignoring the guard lying on the ground groaning and covered in blood.

The guard's desire to survive was so strong that the flesh on his face had been torn off, but he still stretched out his hands: "Save me, save me..."

However, instead of being rescued, he heard the ghostly whistle sound again, and a cold "Kill him".

"You have sacrificed your life for your country."

***

Inside the training ground of China's Ninth Base, the White Tiger Team and the Azure Dragon Team stood face to face, their postures erect and eyes firm, as if they were warriors made of steel.

With the captain's order, the sparring between the two teams began.

The players took turns to go into 1V1 combat, with quick and smooth movements.

Every attack is powerful and every defense is as solid as a rock.

Their steps were flexible and varied, their figures flashed and intertwined, and the sounds of fist-to-flesh attacks, the collision of weapons and the cheers of teammates resounded throughout the training ground.

The martial arts training ground was dusty. Although it was a cold winter, their clothes were soaked with sweat, igniting their passion.

There was only a desire for victory in their eyes.

They are comrades, but at this moment, they are also evenly matched opponents.

This sparring is not only a competition of skills, but also a contest of will and physical strength.

The players on both sides were very good, the game was very back and forth, and everyone was very enthusiastic.

Halfway through the practice, Zhou Liqiang arrived.

Upon seeing this, the captain immediately led his team members to salute Zhou Liqiang.

"gather!"

The team members who had just been sitting together in groups of three or four quickly gathered together and turned into tall little poplars.

"Stand at ease!"

Zhou Liqiang nodded, then patted the team members' shoulders kindly and pinched their arms. He found their muscles very strong, which made him very satisfied.

"How do you feel about the ancient skills I asked you to practice recently?"

The team members looked at each other, as if they wanted to say something but hesitated.

Zhou Liqiang waved his hand and said, "Don't be afraid. If you tell the truth, you won't be deducted any money."

When he said this, everyone burst into laughter.

The captain of the White Tiger Team called out the name of the leading team member: "You will be the first to report."

The leading team member held his head high and said, "Report, I felt that this ancient martial arts method was a bit mysterious at first, but after practicing it, I really felt that my body was much stronger."

The second team member said, "Report, I feel the same way. Every time I practice, I feel the blood rushing through my body, and the more I practice, the more energetic I become."

"Report." The member of the White Tiger Team touched his head embarrassedly, "I think maybe I'm a bit stupid and can't understand it. The change is not that big."

Jiang Ruochu had told Mr. Zhou before that this set of ancient skills was not suitable for everyone. Some people progressed quickly while others naturally progressed slowly. The most important thing was to guard against arrogance and impatience and practice with peace of mind. Once you become impatient, it will be easy to lose all your previous efforts and there will be a risk of being demoted.

Mr. Zhou copied Jiang Ruochu's words to comfort the team members.

When everyone heard that Mr. Zhou actually knew such a trendy word, they laughed again and their confidence increased.

The lagging team members promised to avoid being demoted and bring shame to the Ninth Base.

The relaxed and happy atmosphere in the martial arts training ground contrasts sharply with the depressing and brutal atmosphere in the cage.