When Jiang Si Dingqing saw it, she looked familiar, like a hunting legion.

Wei Chi was heartless and unconscious.

"I'll do it myself!" Jiang Si reached out to take the emergency bag and carried it on her back, "I'll jump myself, so I won't bother six of you to kick it with your feet."

The 6 legions of people grinned their teeth and showed their big white teeth. They spread their hands politely, and made a diligent call.

Wei Chi held his backpack and thought he was asking him: "Thank you, thank you, you're welcome, you're welcome, I'll jump first!"

When he closed his eyes, he stepped forward, and he looked at death as if he was home, and jumped down.

Jiang Si shook at the six legions of people and jumped down.

It's black.

There was a black piece below.

The wind is blowing.

Ginger fingers condensed, and a ball of fiery red light appeared in the palm of her hand, illuminating her feet.

Jiang Si found that the place where they fell was water.

Because the wind is strong and the sound is loud, even if all people fall into the water, the sound of the sound of the sound of the wind and spacecraft is covered up.

The ginger shredded willows and climbed on the branches on the shore at lightning speed.

As soon as Jiang Si pulled the willow, she ran towards the shore, unlike others, who all fell into the water.

The ginger shredded up the shore, jumped on the branches, threw the red light ball in his hand on the river bank, and guided the direction for the people swimming in the river.

The river surface was too wide, and when everyone was swimming ashore, it was already dawn. Everyone was lying on the shore. After gasping for breath, they found that the emergency bag was either lost, completely wet, or broken, and there was only the emergency bag left.

There were 2,000 people in the Fifth Military Academy, only Jiang Si was clean and refreshing. She found Wei Chi and kicked him with her feet: "Don't stop, according to the nature of the game, immediately..."

Before she could finish her words, several military aircraft appeared above their heads, and then a voice came from the aircraft: "Welcome to the 208th class of simulation mixing. We are your hybrid war trainers, old cats!"

"You have 15,000 people in. After the two-day mixed race, you will need to eliminate 11,000 people and leave 4,000 people. Your enemies are not only you, but also us old cats. The mixed battle is now beginning. I wish you little rats a victory."

Someone below heard the words from above and started screaming: "What are these things? We threw us into the water, swam ashore, swam for an hour, and now we still need a trainee?"

"What the hell are the sparring trainers? What are they going to do? They are still old cats, little rats, playing with us..."
Chapter completed!