Three thousand li to the Nitrate River.
Crossing the river may not be too difficult; most people have a chance to pass. However, the barrier ahead blocks the way, and half must be eliminated.
Elimination means death.
How cruel it is.
Above the three-thousand-li Nitrate River, no one is lucky.
Survival of the fittest.
Moreover, the simplest method of elimination is slaughter. Only by killing the opponent can you gain the chance to survive.
For everyone here, it is the same.
Bang bang bang~
Bodies keep falling into the river, leaving no bones behind.
The battle continues to erupt; even alliances have started killing each other to find their own way to survival. There's no mercy here. One could say that mercy for the enemy is cruelty to oneself.
In a life-and-death moment, who would care about another's life?
