373, Could the three instructors be undercover? [Second Update]_1

"And we need food,"

Duan Zimu emphasized his tone as he spoke.

With the conversation reaching this point, everyone else began to understand— they had not been allocated food, which was the most crucial aspect of this wilderness survival exercise.

There was no escape.

For food, they could only confront those ambushers who had it, and with their inferior equipment, they were effectively sitting ducks.

They could foresee that during the countless skirmishes for food, many would get hit by more than five paintballs and consequently withdraw from this survival training exercise.

This was a trap!

"What if we find food on our own?" someone else asked.

"That won't work either," Mo Shangjun glanced at the person who asked. "First, we can't find that much food; second, even if we don't want to steal food, they won't let us off the hook."

"So we have to fight it out?"

"Seems like it," Mo Shangjun said nonchalantly.

"..."

The crowd fell silent.