Facing the gaze of hundreds of wild wolves, the veteran Tom was not afraid at all. He stood behind a table welded with angle iron, took out a few cans with illegible labels from the wooden box behind him, threw them heavily on the desk, and shouted at the top of his voice: "Old rules! A hundred kilograms of crystal crystals are exchanged for one dollar, and the price of eating is the same as yesterday. Cheap you bunnies, in addition to recycling organic food today, there are even a few cans, it's up to you to take it! Don't squeeze it, come one by one! ”

These people already knew the rules, lined up, and walked to the iron table one by one. Like a butcher who picks up cattle, Tom glanced at their physique, race, and physique, and casually ordered the able-bodied to work, or to refuse the thin.

The men of the two tribes who had received permission immediately trotted to the pile of tools next to them, picked up the iron pickaxe, put it on their backs, and ran towards the mine a few hundred meters away, for fear that if they were slow in their movements, they would be regarded as useless by the veteran Tom. Those who already had experience walked without hurrying, and looked as if they were in their own yard, knowing that this work would take a whole day, and it would be unwise to waste their energy on running.

"Why can't I!" A thunderous roar drew everyone's eyes back. A strong man of the Protoss, who was more than 1.9 meters long and looked like a mountain bear, pounded the iron case vigorously and roared at the veteran Tom.

Veteran Tom took out a clean handkerchief, slowly wiped the saliva sprayed on his face, pointed to a bowl-sized wound on the black man's chest, and said slowly: "You have been attacked by the Zerg!" Who knows if you've been parasitized by the Zerg in your body? Let you go down the mine, in case you have zerg in you, they will kill all my strong mules, and who will work for me then? ”

"I can work! I want to eat, I have a woman and a child to raise! The Protoss strong man didn't listen carefully to what the veteran Tom was saying, he just kept roaring, and the iron case rumbled.

Veteran Tom frowned, brushing his thick beard as he gestured behind him. Hearing only a bang, the screams of the strong man of the Protoss suddenly stopped, and he looked at the sudden extra hole and blue blood on his chest in disbelief, his throat hissed, but he couldn't speak.

Behind the veteran Tom, a soldier pulled the trigger of the rifle in his hand again, and there was another loud bang, and another bullet slammed into the chest of the strong man of the Protoss, and completely pierced his broad chest. Behind the veteran Tom, there were three such strong soldiers.

Veteran Tom wiped his face and said to the air in front of the iron table, "And, damn Protoss, your saliva stinks!" Judging by the tone of his voice, it was as if the strong man of the Protoss was still standing at the table.

There were still seventy or eighty men of the two clans who had not entered the mine, and their eyes were much less greedy and more fearful. A few people came over and dragged the body of the Protoss man away, and threw it a few hundred meters away. It won't be long before the Zerg, who smell blood, steal his corpse and eat it so clean that not a single bone remains.

The line in front of the iron case quickly shortened, and before dawn, most of the men of the two clans had already gone down to the mine, and those who were not selected walked in the direction of another crystal mining site to see if they could try their luck there.

"There are more and more people being attacked by the damn Zerg, and this month's share is a bit enough!" Veteran Tom muttered and stood up, straightening his aching back. His lazy waist was only halfway extended, and his movements suddenly stopped, and then he leaned forward with both hands on the iron case, looking at the child in front of him who was just a head taller than the iron case.

The boy was wrapped in a blanket that was so filthy that he couldn't see his original color, and his face and hands, as long as they were exposed, were tightly wrapped in strips of cloth, and he looked at Tom quietly. This kid looks no more than eleven or twelve years old, and he looks quite handsome.

Originally, the veteran Tom would never waste a little effort on this obviously unqualified Terran boy, he was not a charity, maybe it was the worry about the lack of labor this month, or maybe it was the strange aura in the young man's eyes, anyway, he hesitated for a moment, and even asked, "You also want to work?" The boy nodded.

"Then you can tell me your name!" Veteran Tom said. "Zhang Yuan!" The boy said.

"Alright! Boy, you can come to work. Veteran Tom said.

"You go over there to get tools, and like everyone else, dig up a hundred kilograms of crystal stones, and you can get a dollar, which is the biggest preferential treatment for you. If you are dressed like this with three layers inside and three layers outside, you can't be attacked and parasitized by bed bugs, right? Well, you don't have to worry, at least you don't have a stench on you, you've fought a lifetime with parasitic zergs, and veteran Tom's nose is very smart. Go to work, finish it early and fill your stomach early, and when you can't do it anymore, go to Jerry, the lame soldier, and he will tell you how much money you have earned and how much you can eat. ”

In the nagging of the veteran Tom, the young Zhang Yuan carried an iron pickaxe that was almost higher than him, picked up the back basket that almost touched the ground, and slowly disappeared into the depths of the mine.

Zhang Yuan didn't know why he became an eleven or twelve-year-old child, not to mention, the younger girl he was carrying behind his back was Li Jubing. The only thing that made Zhang Yuan happy was that although his ability was weak again in this more advanced world barrier, it was much stronger than ordinary people. However, the most regrettable thing is that Zhang Yuan's magic, aura, and even the power of the realm can't be sensed at all.

It wasn't until Zhang Yuan's thin figure disappeared that veteran Tom shook his head. He suddenly turned his head and asked the strong soldier who was following closely behind, "Am I particularly wordy today?" ”

In front of this somewhat nervous old man, the soldier, who was as strong as a cow, involuntarily took a step back and quickly shook his head vigorously.

Veteran Tom laughed dryly and said, "You're very smart, so I made you the head of the guard." But you must always remember that in this place, I am the only official manager of the Silver Ball Army, and I can let you kill those wild dog-like men of two races and two tribes at will, and I can also make you a stray dog tomorrow. And the older people are always a little weird, you just have to do your part, do you understand? ”

"Understood, Mr. Tom, veteran." The strong soldier hurriedly said. "You should call me Lord Tom, a veteran!" "Understood, Lord Tom, Veteran!"

Humming a tune he learned somewhere, veteran Tom walked into a shack made of tin nails. In this place where the Zerg have plundered a lot of resources and the material is extremely lacking, such an iron shack is already an extreme luxury. Even at the gathering point a few kilometers away, this tin shack that is not very leaky can be considered a mansion.

Dusk soon came, and the thorns and puppies, who had slept in hunger all day, let out a long howl and began to wander around ghostly, looking for an opportunity to fill their bellies.

With a creak, the veteran Tom pushed open the iron door of the shack and stepped out, squinting at the sinking sunset. After a nap, he felt much better. Not far away, the mine was empty, and the workers had already come out, had finished their rations, and had gone back to their habitats. When the sun goes down to the horizon, the intricate tunnels will be filled with ferocious puppies more than a meter long, their powerful upper and lower jaws, sharp and strong incisors can easily bite through iron bars two centimeters thick, and no matter how solid the rock is, it is not worth mentioning in front of them. Luckily, as soon as the sun rises, the ferocious puppies burrow deep underground and fall asleep, so the miners have at least half a day to dig for the crystals.