Transform into Ruan Mei and start from the battlefield of national destiny

In the live broadcast room of the Donghuang National Destiny Battlefield, everyone stared at the white screen, eagerly waiting for the chosen one to appear.

"As usual, every time a battlefield opens, there's a wide-area overhead view, allowing everyone to clearly see the current situation," Xiaosha began explaining during this brief break. "But I'm not sure what the off-field aid rules are this time."

The off-field assistance rules for each national game are different, and the rules will change according to the situation on the battlefield.

For example, in the first National Games Battlefield, because it was a rule-based game, the off-site staff were given the opportunity to contact the players once a day.

For example, in the second National Games battlefield, because it is a wilderness survival type, the rules stipulate that no more than one cubic meter of supplies can be provided to the players outside the venue.

It can be said that without off-field assistance, the possibility of players passing the national destiny battlefield will be greatly reduced.

"This session is in unlimited survival mode, right? It would be great if off-site support could directly provide supplies."

"I think the map-reading ability is pretty good too. It can help me avoid possible dangers."

"How about replacing the crusade with a direct replacement of the monsters in the real world? No carbon-based creature can escape the wrath of thermal weapons."

"Stop scrolling! It's about to start. Look, the screen has gone dark."

"Okay, okay, there's a picture!"

"Pray to the Queen of Protein."

Amid the scrolling barrage of comments, the picture finally appeared in the live broadcast room.

Just like what the host said, there was a camera movement at first so that everyone could roughly see what the environment was like.

The camera passed over a dense forest and then stopped at a clearing in the woods. The picture then began to zoom in and finally stopped on the chosen person.

The comments in the live broadcast room paused for a moment, and then began to scroll wildly.

"what?"

"what??"

"what???"

Interjections expressing surprise began to flood the live broadcast room, followed by a debate.

"Oh my god, what a beautiful lady!"

“To be fair, it does look good.”

“Although I’m a little disappointed that it’s not the protein queen…”

"Looking at what she's wearing, it does look like she's playing cosplay."

"This thing has tiny arms and legs, and the surrounding terrain is a dense forest. It's going to be difficult, right?"

"You can't say that. I think she's quite calm. But I panicked when I was teleported there."

In the picture, the person chosen by the National Destiny Battlefield is a young girl.

Her jet-black hair was pinned behind her head with two golden hairpins, and a few strands of hair hung down by her ears, gently blown by the wind, revealing the earrings on her earlobes that were shining with a glossy luster.

She was wearing a strange but extremely beautiful modified cheongsam. The hollow part at the waist of the ink-colored cheongsam was decorated with gauze, and her slender waist and round belly button were faintly visible under the cover of black gauze.

The hem of the cheongsam has a long slit, which starts from the waist and goes down to the legs without any concealment. The thighs are plump and the calves are slender. If it is a little thicker, it will look fatter, and if it is a little thinner, it will look too thin.

The slender legs seem to be carved from beautiful jade. There is no flaw in their perfect shape or fair skin. It makes people wonder if there is really such a thing as "perfection" in this world.

The small feet were wearing a pair of satin high heels, the heels of which were decorated with plum blossoms carved from glass, and there was also a petal on the upper. The decoration was not complicated, but it exuded a unique beauty.

If the battlefield of national destiny is compared to beauty, then the barrage of comments will definitely start to be ecstatic and open champagne.

At the same time, in the meeting hall of the National Destiny Battlefield Strategy Department.

"Compare facial information immediately and find all the information about the contestant. The more detailed the better!"

"Yes!"

Looking at the staff walking away, the old man in a suit and tie sat on the chair and sighed secretly.

The girl in the picture is only as old as his granddaughter, and she is wearing such strange clothes, which makes her look unstable. Now that the fate of the country is entrusted to her, how can this old man in a high position not sigh.

Since when did the fate of the country need to be shouldered by such children?

But at the same time, he was a little angry. The other party had not contacted the authorities before entering the battlefield, had not obtained any supplies, and now they were entering without any luggage. How could they survive?

Most of the other people in the conference room had similar thoughts. No one spoke, and they were silently thinking about all the possible situations they might face. The room was as silent as death.

"Gurgle gurgle—cough cough cough cough—" At this moment, a strange sound attracted everyone's attention.

I saw an old man who looked to be in his sixties and had lost all his hair. His name and identity were still hanging on a plaque in front of him.

An expert with great achievements in the field of surgery just drank all the mineral water in front of him, and then he choked and started coughing.

"It's okay, it's okay. I choked on the water, cough cough—" Seeing everyone looking at him, he quickly waved his hands.

This time the others looked away.

"Lao Lin? What's wrong with you?" An expert next to him who was on good terms with him nudged him with his elbow and asked in a low voice.

"It's really nothing, I'm just happy." Lao Lin shook his head.

"Happy? What are you happy about?" his friend asked puzzledly.

"We are basically in a stable position in this battle of national destiny." Lao Lin smiled mysteriously, his original solemn expression had been completely thrown out of the window.

"Huh?" After a brief moment of surprise, his friend suddenly realized what was going on and quickly asked, "Lao Lin, do you know this player?"

"I know him, of course I know him." Lao Lin nodded.

"Why don't you introduce yourself then?"

"That's unspeakable," Lao Lin revealed an awkward expression and lowered his voice. "It's not that I don't want to talk about it, but it would violate confidentiality measures. You should keep it to yourself."

"The commander-in-chief is already investigating. As long as the higher-ups agree, I will definitely tell you." Lao Lin gestured to his old friend beside him at the commander-in-chief who was sitting in the main seat.

"You old fellow, you're so secretive, and you're still keeping me in suspense..."

Seeing that his old friend did not continue to ask questions, Lao Lin looked up at the girl on the screen. He still has a vivid memory of the day he met her.

Miraculous skill, miraculous skill.

Lao Lin suddenly felt that the suit he was wearing suddenly became a good fit for him, and he even started to think about random things, such as what to eat when he got home tonight.

A few minutes later.

The commander frowned and asked, "Hasn't the other party's identity been discovered yet?"

"Report, not yet."

"What's going on?" asked the deputy commander.

This is the National Destiny Strategy Bureau. Their equipment is the most advanced. Does it take so long to just compare a person's facial information?

Chapter 6 Identity

In the capital of Donghuang, Yanjing, in a room that no outsider can find, is the headquarters of an official secret organization.

"Captain, a designated access has been discovered. The access object is codenamed LCT-CLH-0." A member of the organization who was sitting in front of the computer suddenly raised his hand to report.

"Top secret? Can it be used to trace the source of the access?" The person called the captain was a middle-aged man in a military uniform. On the medal on his shoulder were four golden six-pointed stars.

"Well, the address is...National Destiny Battlefield Countermeasures Bureau."

"National Destiny Battlefield Strategy Bureau? Why are they visiting this?" Logically speaking, the responsibilities of the National Destiny Battlefield Strategy Bureau and their department are completely unrelated, but an idea suddenly popped up in the captain's mind.

"Wait, could it be..." Realizing a possibility, the captain's heart skipped a beat. He immediately took out his internal mobile phone and opened the National Fortune Live Room. In the room, he saw someone he was very familiar with.

"Fuck, why was this person chosen out of these 1.9 billion people?" The captain felt a little dizzy.

"Captain, should we hand over the real information to the other side?" At this time, the team member who reported the situation also asked his superior.

The team members' request made him think briefly. He certainly understood the importance of the battlefield of national destiny, and he also understood that the people now needed hope to boost morale, but keeping it confidential was also his responsibility.

"Not for now."

The captain gave the order while thinking in his heart.

I should file a report and see what the higher-ups say.

"Captain, should we just pass on the fake cover-up file?" asked the team member.

"Of course not." The captain refused immediately.

"Haven't you seen that fake file? If it were released, there would probably be a big fuss."

In order to cover up the existence of this top-secret file, two layers of fake files were made on top of the real file. In order to mislead people who stole the files into believing that the second layer of fake files was real, the first layer of fake files was special.

This layer of fake files cannot be sent to the National Destiny Strategy Bureau at this juncture.

"Then what do we do?"

The captain thought for a moment and uttered a word: "Drag."

The fake files cannot be given out, and the real files need to be submitted to the superiors, so it can only be delayed.

"But Captain, we can't keep dragging it on."

"It's okay. We'll wait for a better opportunity and send the fake file. As for now, just interfere with the system a little bit to make them believe that there is a problem with the system." The captain patted the team member on the shoulder and told him to do it boldly, while he went to report to his superiors.

"Besides, I believe this matter is very important. Our superiors should take the lead in handling it. There is no need for us to make a decision right now."

National Destiny Strategy Bureau.

The commander-in-chief and the deputy commander were already standing in front of the operator, watching the progress bar on the system crawling forward at a snail's pace.

"What's going on? Why is the response so slow? Who's in charge of this? Go check if there's something wrong with the system!"

"Yes!"

The commander-in-chief looked at the white screen and felt his blood pressure was a little high.

First, the selected contestants stopped contacting them, and now the system seems to have problems again. Is this a bad year?

But there is nothing we can do now, we can only wait for the system to slowly retrieve the comparison data.

Not only the people in the Countermeasures Bureau are waiting for the identity, but the live broadcast room is also waiting for this file information.

In the live broadcast room of the National Destiny Battlefield.

After each transmission, the players will be given ten minutes to adapt to the environment. During this time, the players will be confined in a protective shield that is only the size of a room, and the time outside the shield will be suspended.

During this period, athletes from various countries either sat on the ground to rest, checked the equipment they carried, or observed the surrounding situation.

For the host, this period of time is used to analyze the battlefield environment and the status of the players. The wilderness scene currently does not reveal anything. After the three people mentioned a few words about their survival experience, they shifted the topic to the players.

The host Xiaosha was full of doubts. Logically, based on past experience, the identities of the contestants should have been revealed by now, but why haven't they come out yet?

Is there something wrong with the data?

He thought so in his heart, but couldn't say it out loud. Seeing more and more comments asking about his identity popping up on the screen, Xiaosha decided to change the subject and ask the two guests.

"Professor Ma, you're a survival expert. Based on the environment we can see right now, what's your initial opinion?" Xiaoshao turned to look at Professor Ma, about to change the subject, but then he froze for a moment. "Professor Ma? Why are you standing up?"

"It's okay, my butt hurts from sitting for too long." Professor Ma said calmly.

Xiaosha looked surprised when he heard this.

The Professor Ma in front of me has been in several wilderness survival programs. Don’t be fooled by his suit and tie, he is actually full of muscles under his clothes. He is a real tough guy. How could his butt hurt after sitting on a stool?

Oh, I see. This is to divert the audience's attention. As expected of someone who has been on the show several times, he is experienced.

"As for my current opinion, the clues collected by the camera just now are too few. At present, we can only see that this is a large forest. If it were real, we would need to be careful of mosquitoes, snakes and other venomous creatures."

"...In short, any wilderness survival challenges the contestants may face can be easily overcome with the assistance of the Strategy Bureau, whether it's direct provision of supplies or guidance. It's not a big deal."

After Professor Ma spoke some seemingly useful but actually useless nonsense, he sat down naturally, and then saw Xiaosha giving him a grateful look.

Professor Ma was a little confused. If he knew what Xiaoshao was thinking, he would probably just roll his eyes at him.

He just stood up, not to divert the audience's attention, but a purely subconscious action - he was scared.

Teacher, teacher, how did you get chosen for the national destiny battlefield? These comments really don't know your true identity. If your identity wasn't top secret, I'd scare them to death if I told them.

Professor Ma looked at the barrage of comments floating by, looking forward to the moment when Ruan Mei's identity was revealed, but unfortunately he couldn't say it now due to confidentiality reasons.

After Professor Ma finished speaking, Xiaosa turned to another guest, Colonel Liu, and asked, "Major General Liu, what do you think of the current situation?"

Colonel Liu was silent for a moment, then frowned and said, "It's hard for me to explain."

"I can't discern any useful information from her micro-expressions and movements, which suggests our contestant might be something special."