I never thought I would actually have the opportunity to cheer and shout for my classmates.
"Classmates, although they can't hear us cheering for them or see us cheering for them on the field."
"But they will definitely receive our good wishes!"
Li Bingcang spoke to everyone with great enthusiasm and passion.
The crowd applauded and cheered in a very respectful manner.
As soon as we stepped off the warship, a cloud of sand hit us in the face, making it impossible to open our eyes. Before we had even done anything, our stomachs were already full of sand, and our nostrils were stuffed with it.
The students who had just left hurriedly retreated, while those behind, unaware of what was happening, were still preparing to leave when the two groups collided intimately.
It took quite a while to clear the blockage.
The soldiers who came to pick up the military academy students laughed heartily without any pity, and some even mocked, "What a bunch of idiots."
The military academy student, his face flushed red from being mocked, clenched his fists, but couldn't find a way to retaliate.
They're really bad at the game.
Ruan Mingchu and Mu Yu were originally at the back, but seeing that the road ahead was blocked, they moved forward.
Everyone recognized Nguyen Minh Thu as their temporary "boss" and made way for him.
As Ruan Minh Thu stepped off the warship, yellow sand swirled around him, yet he reached out to touch the sand.
A hint of nostalgia flashed in his eyes.
Regardless of direction, the border region is entirely composed of the same desert environment. The presence of these star beasts causes desertification and competes with humans for resources, forcing humanity to keep them outside the borders.
Nostalgia is a very tender emotion. Ruan Mingchu indulged himself for three seconds before pulling back.
He walked up to the soldiers who came to greet him, saluted, and said, "The 19th Regiment of the League is here to report for duty."
The other side was slightly impressed, but quickly returned the greeting, "Fifth Detachment of the 48th Army's Fierce Tiger Battalion. The camp is ready, and you need to move in before dark. Here is a map; the red heart marks the destination."
Ruan Mingchu took the map and thanked him.
Once the fifth team handed the map to the person in charge, their mission was considered complete, and they immediately headed to the next location.
I don't know what they were thinking. There were 23 league teams, and they landed at different locations, making it exhausting for them to keep running around.
Ruan Mingchu glanced at the map and made up his mind.
Looking at his companions still huddled behind the door, he sighed. He couldn't understand why Rong Zhiming wanted to create a group and tie everyone together, since the final competition results were still based on the school teams.
Everyone was eagerly waiting for Ruan Mingchu to come up with a solution, since he was the group leader. Even if some people had already come up with a solution, they didn't say anything, just waiting for Ruan Mingchu to speak.
After all, even though we're in the same group, we're still competitors.
Actually, when sand gets into your nose or mouth, all you need to do is hold your breath and close your mouth; they are all quite good at holding their breath.
The main problem is still eyesight; the sandstorm makes it impossible to open one's eyes and travel.
If they had known this would be the case, they would have worn goggles.
But why does the sandstorm seem to avoid Ruan Mingchu? Is he wearing some kind of high-tech gadget? But having a skill like a "golden shield" is really baffling.
Regardless of what Rong Zhiming is up to, Ruan Mingchu now has to bring everyone to the camp.
After a moment's thought, he finalized his plan.
Ruan Mingchu told everyone that he has a skill that can protect against sandstorms. He will use the skill on the controllers of each school team, and then connect the controllers to his teammates, acting as their eyes and leading them forward.
Seeing that no one objected, the matter was settled.
And so, this scene unfolded on the yellow sand: the controller led the way, sand swirling around his eyes, his hem held by a teammate pinching his nose, eyes, and mouth shut. The same pattern repeated behind, each person grabbing the hem of the person in front, forming a line. Meanwhile, the controller chanted a mantra in his mind, "One, two, one… one, two, one…"
With over a thousand people displayed like this, it looked particularly hilarious.
At first, things didn't go smoothly. Either the person in front of them would step on their shoes and lose them, or their own shoes would be stepped on and lost. Even worse, some people would step on the calf of the person in front of them, and the leg that was standing still would be kicked by someone else, like dominoes, one falling and all of them falling.
Later, everyone gradually got used to it, and the pace of progress accelerated.
As for Gong Zhushen, Ding Junji, and others, Ruan Mingchu did not treat them the same way, but instead gave each of them a protective shield, showing favoritism openly and honestly.
In fact, Nguyen Minh Thu's strength was enough to allow him to shield everyone from the sandstorm, but how could he train them then? :)
Viewers who entered their live stream room were so impressed by the spectacle that they decided to stay and stay.
Most netizens will go through all the live streams a few days before the competition, and continue watching whichever live stream they find pleasing or funny.
While other groups were still arguing and at a loss, this group had already taken a big step forward, and was the first to tolerate the stumbles and setbacks.
Especially since that regimental commander is so good-looking and strong, who else would you look at if not him?
Unfortunately, none of them knew that their embarrassing appearance was being scrutinized by countless netizens, and the league organizers hadn't even notified them that there would be a live broadcast!
Arriving at the camp before Sun Star finished get off work, everyone received the competition rules information on their terminals.
Each regiment has its own camp, and the distance between them is more than 50 kilometers.
The accommodations in the camp varied, with the tents closer to the center being the most comfortable. The tents were assigned according to the rank of the team leader. For example, Nguyen Minh Thu and his team could sleep in the best tent tonight.
In addition, the team leader's position also determines the team's scoring coefficient. For example, if the team leader's scoring coefficient is 2, then all members of his team will receive double the original score after completing the task.
Another point is that everyone's position is not fixed. Every night, there will be a challenge tournament where a lower-ranking person can challenge a higher-ranking person. If the lower-ranking person wins, their positions are swapped; if they lose, all of their points go to the higher-ranking person they challenged.
The first challenge match will be held tomorrow night at 10 PM. Those who wish to register can do so through the terminal. If multiple people challenge a higher-ranking opponent simultaneously, the highest-ranking opponent among the lower-ranking opponents will be challenged first.
Therefore, I suggest that everyone move up one level at a time.
Every day, the camp's mission center will post several missions, mainly involving slaying star beasts. The points awarded for completing a mission vary depending on its difficulty.
You can accept tasks at the task center from 1 a.m. to 10 p.m. There is no time limit for turning in tasks, and the points are based on your position on the day you turn in the task.
The last point mentioned that the entire competition would be broadcast live, and that there would be additional prizes. Anyone leaving the camp could be exposed to the cameras. However, each group only has twenty drones, and with over a thousand people, it's uncertain who will get a turn.
If you want to be nominated for the most popular award, you need to pay attention to your image and find your way in front of the camera.
This rule greatly aroused the enthusiasm of the military academy students, and many of them immediately devised tactics against Nguyen Minh Thu.
Ruan Mingchu looked at Huang Songhan, who was dancing the most enthusiastically, and asked, "You're not even in our group, why are you dancing so enthusiastically?"
Huang Songhan: Damn, I forgot!
"Then, then I'll change my approach. Our group will definitely be the most popular group!"
Huang Songhan continued to make harsh remarks.
"Oh, whatever you want," Ruan Mingchu replied dismissively. "Go back now."
"Hmph," Huang Songhan snorted arrogantly and led the trio away.
When faced with other people's tactics, Ruan Mingchu would just smile and remain silent. Poor kids, with him around, the commander of the 19th Regiment will definitely not be replaced.
Similarly, as long as we don't want to change the person, Mu Yu will definitely remain the deputy commander.
Come on, give us some more points!
With sandstorm protection devices installed outside the camp and this new rule in place, there's absolutely no need for teams to help each other, and the atmosphere is becoming increasingly tense.
Ruan Mingchu, Mu Yu, and Gong Zhushen entered the tent at the very center of the camp. It was indeed the best setup, with a living room in the middle, a small room for each person on each side, and a large conference room.
On the way, they heard complaints that the worst environment was a large dormitory-style room where only one person could sleep.
The rooms were divided up casually, and everyone went to decorate their own rooms. Anyway, with Ruan Mingchu there, they could definitely stay here indefinitely.
After they had finished tidying up, their stomachs started growling. Ding Junji, Gong Zhushen, and the other nine people gathered in the living room, looking at each other in bewilderment.
Did you bring any food?
"Who brings snacks to a competition?"
"Did the organizers forget about our food?"
Everyone looked down at their terminals and read the message again; not a single word mentioned food.
"Shall we go outside and see if there's a cafeteria?"
"OK."
Ten minutes later, everyone returned to the living room together.
"There's no canteen, no supermarket, not even a small stall."
"We only found one self-service water dispenser, but we couldn't figure out how to dispense water."
"Then what should we do? Contact the organizers or the organizing committee?"
The same problem occurred in all the tents, leaving the military cadets bewildered. They thought the organizing committee was incredibly unreliable, failing to even arrange proper meals.
The viewers in the live stream laughed heartily as they watched the prodigies become confused.
Unlike the contestants, the organizers explained to the audience that no food would be provided to the contestants during the competition, and water would have to be obtained by exchanging points.
In other words, at this stage of the competition, the organizers are only responsible for issuing and accepting tasks and holding arena matches.
All other arrangements are the responsibility of the participants.
Once they realize that contacting the organizing committee is futile, they will naturally understand their current predicament.
Here, in the very center of the 19th Regiment's camp, Gong Zhushen led the way to find Mu Yu. As for why they didn't go directly to Ruan Mingchu, it was because Gong Zhushen had already memorized the difference between AO and A.
When Mu Yu opened the door, he still had a piece of jerky in his mouth. He chewed it up in a few bites and swallowed it, then looked at the group of heads and asked, "What are you doing?"
Smelling the aroma of dried meat, Gong Zhushen swallowed hard. "Um, Brother Mu, there's no canteen here, and we can't find anywhere to buy anything."
"So what?" Mu Yu still didn't understand why they came to see him as a group.
Isn't that how it is in the military? Except when fighting on the front lines, where there are dedicated logistics to prepare food, those stationed in camps have to fend for themselves, with only subsidies from above.
Seeing that Gong Zhushen remained silent, Mu Yu frowned and asked, "Didn't you bring any food?"
Gong Zhushen nodded guiltily, though he didn't know why he felt guilty.
Mu Yu became even more agitated: "Didn't I remind you to bring it?"
Everyone recalled that Mu Yu had casually mentioned bringing more food. But at the time, seeing that Mu Yu was carrying nothing but snacks, they didn't think much of it.
Now all I can do is lower my head in shame.
Mu Yu knocked on Ruan Mingchu's door and told him what had happened.
Initially, the troops had canteens at both the front and rear, but everyone felt that the food they prepared was ordinary and unremarkable. Since everyone wasn't busy, they suggested that they find their own meals.
Later, it became clear that opening a canteen here was pointless, as no one ate there, so they simply closed it down.