The Choice of 327 Square Waves (3)

Seeing that there was no objection from everyone below, Yarischi waved his hand and said: "Then, let's start. First of all, you can choose a backpack with a load, of course, you can choose not to. Abstention is allowed in the middle, and those who abstain do not need to return here."

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene fell into a subtle silence. Yarischi didn't seem to be in a hurry or urging him at all. He walked to a table and sat down, crossed his legs, and looked at everyone leisurely.

In fact, the second of these three rules is absolutely impossible to ignore.

If someone carries a 20kg backpack, gets the navy flag, and returns here within the specified time, then everyone who chooses a 10kg load, or does not choose a load at all, will be eliminated.

In other words, this is a game where a single person can pull the qualifying line high.

Therefore, choosing a weight will be one of the keys to qualifying.

Thinking of this, Fang Lang suddenly found that a group of people walked out, about ten people.

"Please give me a 10kg backpack."

"me too."

"Me too."

All of these dozen people chose 10kg backpacks, and the seamen in charge of issuing them couldn't help but look at Yarisqi.

"Give them." Yarisch curled his lips, as if he saw something.

When the first person got the backpack, he suddenly turned around, faced everyone, and said loudly, "Please listen to me! You must be thinking that this group of people has carried 10 kilograms of weight, which is for their own sake. Have no confidence in my strength and stamina? Or should I choose 20kg?"

As his words came out, there was a slight commotion in the scene.

Seeing this, the man sneered: "Don't be fooled by appearances! The real intention of this assessment is to make everyone unite and not engage in infighting. First of all, there is no set number of qualified people, and it is possible that everyone will be eliminated. It’s also possible that everyone would qualify.”

"Have you figured it out? Yes, as long as we all choose a 10kg load, we have a chance to qualify everyone. Our chances are the same, there is no competition between each other!" The man shouted: "My name is Ah Puton, who used to be the bodyguard of the caravan, is now participating in the conscription for the sake of justice in your heart, and you are the same, right? There is no need to choose a higher load, it will only make the assessment more difficult!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the person next to him said, "That's right! Even if you choose a load of 20kg, you may not be able to complete the assessment, and because of the burden of 10kg, your chances will be slimmer. Therefore, I If you choose to follow the words of Brother Upton, everyone will make an agreement together, with a load of 10 kilograms, I think those who dare to participate in the conscription will have the opportunity to come back here, right?"

The two of them sang together, but they changed a game of raising the qualification line into a game of how to improve the success rate.

However, Fang Lang couldn't help sneering in his heart, "If you really think about everyone, why not choose 0 weight. What is this man named Upton paying attention to? Well, I can roughly guess it."

At this time, the strong man named Upton said again: "I will say so much, anyway, we chose 10 kilograms, even if you choose a larger load, I can't help it, but I am sincere. I hope you can do as I say."

Looking at the time, he said again: "It's already 10:15 in the morning, let's go first!"

Immediately, these dozen people set off from the martial arts arena, and everyone watched them leave.

"Hum hum ha ha ha, it's not bad, it's interesting. You all have to choose quickly." Yarisch laughed, at first it was a chuckle, but gradually it turned into a big laugh, as if he was very interested in this matter.

As soon as he finished speaking, most of the people present looked at each other, and soon some people came out one after another, and they all chose a load of 10 kilograms.

Fang Lang has not moved, and has no intention of moving. He has already seen through this game-like assessment.

However, the development of things, there will always be times beyond expectations.

The sailor who distributed the load-bearing backpack saw a slender woman, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old. As soon as the other party came to the table, he smiled and said, "Please give me... 160 kilograms."

"Huh...?" Fang Lang saw this scene in his boredom, and his spirit came to him. He couldn't help but look at the woman. Miao Tian's figure showed that he was capable of carrying 160 kilograms at all.

The sea soldier was also stunned, looked at the woman, and said dumbly: "Miss, I didn't hear clearly just now, please say it again."

"It's the same several times, 160 kilograms."

"No, that, I mean, are you serious?" The navy tried to dissuade. In this kind of assessment, there are also people who were exhausted to death because of the 160kg load, "That, the heaviest backpack, is equivalent to Two grown men, you, do you really want this?"

"Sure." The woman nodded seriously.

In desperation, the sea soldier gave the final backpack according to what she said. Unexpectedly, the woman's strength was so strong that she could easily carry it on her back, and walked away casually.

Fang Lang touched his chin and shrugged indifferently. If this woman can really come back here, then anyone who chooses 10kg will be eliminated.

"No, don't worry, that woman will never come back!" someone shouted sternly.

"Yes, that's right!" Someone echoed.

But the choice continues.

"160 kilograms."

"biggest."

"The heaviest."

"Anyway, I can only choose 160. It's really annoying, that woman!"

One by one, most of them chose the highest load. Many people had lost their will to fight when they saw this, and some still chose 10kg, and firmly believed that those with high load would never come back.

Fang Lang looked around, there were more than 300 people, and only a dozen were left. Except for him, I am afraid that there is no fighting spirit.

Scratching his head, Fang Lang stepped in front of Yarischi.

"Choose the load over there," he said impatiently.

"No, I want to confirm." Fang Lang shook his head and asked: "The qualification is to return here with a naval flag, and to carry a load no lower than others, right?"

"Yes, you can say that." Yarischi raised his eyebrows, stood up, and asked in a low voice, "You should be the last one, what number do you choose, number 1, or number 5? I have an opinion. , it's better to choose No. 5, the first woman to choose No. 5 is a devil fruit person."

"I see." Fang Lang nodded knowingly, then smiled and said, "I choose No. 0, bye."

With that said, he slowly left the martial arts field.

Alex was taken aback, "Interesting. Is this man Avery, a bounty hunter?" ..