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Chapter 1099 The sandstorm resumes

Everyone ate this meal very slowly. It took an hour and a half before everyone ate various scenery one after another.

Then I went out of the tent, and they all looked like something special, full of energy, and worked.

The lake is dug out again, the sand in the pond is cleaned, and the things in the tent are taken out, and once they are removed, the sand is ignored.

No. 676 and No. 799 still took stones from the transmission equipment and various dishes.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha did not participate in the camp construction. They made braised pork and big bones in a big pot.

When Dilebo came over to drink water during work, he saw two people wanting to make bones and reminded him: "I have made the bones of the camel before, but they are not delicious."

"Did you just throw the bones into the pot and cook them, and then put a lot of seasonings?" Narasha asked with her mouth.

Dilebo nodded: "Yes, should I boil the water first and then put the bones?"

"You should soak the bones in cold water first, soak the blood in it before cooking. This way, the bones cooked are not fishy and the soup is delicious. Remember to add salt and add salt first and not easily rot. Then teach you one hand, you have made a profit." Narasha said, and indeed poured cold water into the big pot.

Dilebo poured half of his stomach water, walked back as if he was taught, and muttered, "It's that simple, why do you want to teach me again?"

"Hey? This ungrateful wolf is simple? What's not simple? Just kill someone for a while. Wait for me and wait for dinner tonight." Narasha's voice "chasing" from behind, and Dilebo's feet were paused. The people disappeared, only sand and dust floated.

Because lunch was late and the time was long, it took three hours to dark before everyone changed shifts to eat under the light of the defense tower.

Each person only eats a small bowl of stew and drinks a cup of white wine, and then goes to work again.

If you can't eat enough, it will affect your work. Drinking is cold at night in the desert.

The two of them made chicken soup, added chili and pepper, and things like Luohan fruit and hay, with a layer of oil and red on it, washed and piled up next to it.

Next time, when someone who was working during the break, I would like to eat this and drink a bowl of rice wine.

When it was dawn, the camp returned to its previous appearance. Some people had relatively low combat value and were tired of doing the same job, so they went to the tent to take a nap.

The morning meals are eight treasure porridge, braised eggs, shrimp oil pickles, no steamed buns, buns, etc.

With a little belly padding, the soldiers were working again. By noon, some people were resting, and the people who had been squid came out. Eat fried eggs with winter melon, dried tofu, roasted garlic seedlings, and a small bowl of rice to do things.

For three consecutive days, the soldiers were running around. Gongsun Murong and Narasha looked at the strength of the soldiers' work and environment, and matched various diets.

The audience outside had gained some knowledge. They thought the soldiers could endure hardships and stewed a lot of dishes, so they could eat it as soon as they were hot. Unexpectedly, the two people in the Gongsun family would not bother. Every meal was different.

The fourth day started early at noon. The fish-filled sheep-eyed buns were very small and the soldiers could eat two in one bite.

"You can make big buns." Guo Lanyue reminded.

"I can cook rice and let you eat pickles and drink cold water. Isn't it that you know that there is a strong logistics to do things with peace of mind? Eat quickly, move the stones after eating, change the tents, this time it's a sandstorm that is stronger than last time."

Narasha pointed to the north with her chopsticks.

"Ah?" Many people were surprised.

Zhan Lian from the desperate mercenary group chopped his face and covered his face: "Come again? How could it be so frequent? Is it still possible to make people repair the city?"

Gongsun Murong grabbed a water radish in his hand, dipped it in the sauce and swallowed the things in his mouth, and said, "You just happened to sleep and rest. When the sandstorm came over to work, there would be more sandstorms in the future. The system would not let us build the city easily."

"Oh~" He expressed his understanding helplessly. They rarely influence the system themselves, but once the team does something that is easy to break the balance, the system will take action.

It seems that the behavior of building a city in the Tianjing Desert will break the balance, so sandstorms began to occur. If it weren't for two people from the Gongsun family, the last sandstorm would have ruined all the preliminary work.

Since I have survived it, the second time I come is guaranteed to be better than the first time.

It is estimated that from now on, until the time of the city was built, the construction work was done partly, destroying partly, repairing partly, adding partly, and destroying partly.

Every time you take three steps forward, you need to retreat two steps. This is a tough battle to fight will and physical strength.

No wonder the two of them cook so carefully every meal, because as long as the logistics is not broken, they will have the confidence to continue fighting. If they are irritated and upset about any work, at least they can look forward to what good meals to eat next time.

Now the buns I eat are full of neat folds. The two of them are very patient and optimistic. Well, I have to cheer up myself up. The longer it takes for the city to build, the more new dishes you can eat.

After dinner, more than 9,000 people began to prepare to fight against the sandstorm from the north.

Narasha shouted: "Remember to have a stone wall in front of every row of tents, and then everyone should stick to the wall when they rest. I guess something will be smashed down."

So the defense layout changed.

Guan Foren, the minister of the Yumeng D'Nine Division outside, beat his chest and stamped his feet. He scolded: "You locals can treat outsiders equally? I sent them to get points. Why do all the problems happen when the points halls of the cities come to us? You are the murderers, the murderers who killed my team of 1,000 people. I want to complain to you and complain to the system."

The sound of smashing things in the ‘bang rumbling’ followed.

Just now, when the people inside were eating sheep-eyed buns, they mentioned that there was a sandstorm in the north, which was a big and big sandstorm. He saw his team, a team less than a day away from the place where the city was built.

He did not dare to delay and immediately sent people in to send messages to his own people, ask them to prepare in advance, and find a way to run away from the sandstorm area.

As a result, the people passed by and the news could not be conveyed. They asked the Yumang people from more than 20 cities to help. All the city points halls had previously handled business. As soon as the Yumang people went over, the other party said something wrong, and they had to wait, and they were dealing with it as fast as possible.

Then he asked other forces to help me pass it on, but when the people from other forces told who to allocate the points, the locals in the points hall helped me finish the points, but told the person who was making the points that there was a delay time so that he could wait for no more than six hours.

Guan Foren is going crazy, six hours? Six hours sandstorms arrive first. Who will I assign points to? Are the resurrected people?

After smashing it all, Guan Foren sat decadently on a pile of things that were smashed by him. He panted a few times, and said with a cry: "The system does not allow them to build a city in the Tianjing Desert? It is obvious that they are going to kill me. Why don't you blow the place without my Yumang team? For example, the southwest and the northwest."

The follower comforted again: "Boss, wait for this time to end. Let's let the Northeast team move sideways to the north first. It has been blown once, and the probability of blowing the air will be very, very small." (To be continued)
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