"Come on, Wang Ye, keep it up~"
"Wang Ye, charge!"
As the signal gun sounded, the crowd erupted in cheers.
Some even got so excited that they shouted out Wang Ye's nickname, which was secretly laughed at by other regiments in the past but was now being proudly cheered on.
Of course, no one was laughing now; everyone was busy cheering on.
Naturally, the neighboring two regiments were not just bystanders; they were also cheering for their own teams. Even though they knew that their teams couldn't possibly match Wang Ye's speed in this round, they refused to lose in terms of morale and spirit.
"Go, Third Regiment, go~"
"First Regiment, catch up to Wang Ye, climb faster!"
The atmosphere outside the field was electric, but inside, under the barbed wire, Wang Ye and his two teammates were unaffected.
