"Ready! Start!"
At Fu Sichen's command, everyone began to crawl forward with all their might, but the resistance of the mud was too great, and given everyone was holding a wooden stake in front, there really wasn't much strength left to muster.
Lin Chuan kept pouring water into it, quickly messing up their clothes and hair.
"30 seconds! Didn't you eat breakfast?"
Fu Sichen glanced at Lin Chuan, "Stop pouring water, otherwise you'll be the one to carry the stakes by yourself!"
The barrage had quieted down a lot, everyone watching the scene with indescribable feelings.
"Don't think this is tough. Our forefathers faced worse during the wars—they climbed snow mountains and steep cliffs, staking their lives."
"If it were them encountering this kind of mud, it would seem trivial. So, have you all tried your best? If not, we start over!"
"Stop! Time's up!"
They had just barely reached the opposite side.
