The meal was eaten very slowly, and it took an hour and a half for everyone to eat all kinds of scenery one after another.

Then they came out of the tent, as if they had eaten something special, full of energy, full of physical strength, and worked.

The lake was dug up again, the sand in the pool was cleared, the things in the tent were taken out, and as soon as it was removed, the sand was gone.

Six, Seven, Six, and Seventy-Nine were still pulling stones from the teleportation equipment, as well as various dishes.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha did not participate in the construction of the camp, they made braised pork in a cauldron, as well as big bones.

When Tilbos came to drink water during work, he saw two people making bones, and reminded: "The bones of the sand camel are fishy, I have made them before, and they are not delicious." ”

"Do you just throw the bones in the pot and cook them, and then put them in the spice?" asked Nalasha casually.

Delebo nodded: "Yes, should we boil the water first and then put the bones?"

"You should first soak the bones in cold water, soak the blood water in them and then boil them, so that the boiled bones are not fishy, and the soup is delicious. As she spoke, she poured cold water into the cauldron.

Tilboh poured half of his stomach with water, walked back as if he had been taught, and muttered: "It's as simple as that, and teach me what to say." ”

"Hey, this white-eyed wolf, it's simple? Why isn't it simple? Killing people is just a moment, you wait for me, wait for dinner at night." "Narasha's voice 'chased' after Tilbo, and when Tilbo's feet were swooped, the people were gone, only the sand and dust drifted.

Because lunch was late and long, it was only after three hours of dark that everyone came to eat in the light of the tower.

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

Can't eat enough. It will affect the work, and drinking is cold at night in the desert.

The chicken soup boiled by the two of them again, with chili peppers and sesame peppers, and something similar to monk fruit and hay, with a layer of oil on top, red and red, and the vegetables were washed and piled up next to them.

The next time someone comes to eat during the break in work, they will eat this and drink a bowl of rice wine.

When it was dawn, the camp returned to its previous appearance. Some people have relatively low combat values, and when they are tired of doing the same work, they go to the tent to squint for a while.

The morning meal was eight-treasure porridge, braised eggs, shrimp oil and pickles, and there were no steamed buns or buns.

With a little cushioning of their stomachs, the fighters returned to work, and by noon, some of them rested, and those who had been squinting before came out. Eat scrambled eggs with winter melon, dried tofu and roasted garlic sprouts, and a small bowl of rice. Go and do things.

For three consecutive days, the warriors rotated continuously, and Gongsun Murong and Nalasha looked at the work intensity and environment of the warriors, and gave them various diets.

The audience outside can be regarded as gaining knowledge. They thought that the soldiers could endure hardships, and they stewed a lot of vegetables, and it was no problem to eat a meal as soon as it was hot, but they didn't think that the two people of the Gongsun family would not be too troublesome. It's not the same.

On the fourth day, the meal was started early at noon, and the sheep's eye buns filled with fish and meat were very small and small. The warriors could eat two in one bite.

"You can make big buns. Guo Lanyue reminded.

"I can cook rice for you to eat pickles and drink cold water. Isn't it just to let you know that you have a strong logistics so that you can do things with peace of mind? Eat quickly, move the rocks after eating, change the position of the tent, this time due north, a stronger sandstorm than last time. ”

Nalasha pointed to the north with her chopsticks.

"Huh?" many people were surprised.

Zhan Lian of the desperate mercenary group covered his face: "Come again? How can it be so frequent, and let people not repair the city?"

Gongsun Murong grabbed a radish in his hand, dipped it in the sauce and ate it, swallowed what was in his mouth, and said: "It just so happens that you are sleeping and resting, and the sandstorm will get up and work in the past, and there will be more sandstorms in the future, and the system will not let us build the city easily." ”

"Oh~~~" is very helpless to express understanding, they rarely affect the system themselves, but once a team does something that is easy to upset the balance, the system will take action.

It seems that the act of building a city in the Heavenly Desert will upset the balance, so the sandstorm began, and if it weren't for the two people of the Gongsun family, the last sandstorm would have ruined all the preliminary work.

Since you survived, the guarantee of the second time is better than the first.

It is estimated that from now until the city is built, the construction work will be to do part of it, destroy part of it, repair part of it, add another part of it, and destroy part of it.

For every three steps forward, you need to take two steps back. This is a tough battle of will and physical strength.

No wonder the two of them make every meal so carefully, because as long as the logistics do not collapse, they have the confidence to continue fighting, and if they are irritable and troubled about any work, they can at least look forward to what good meal they will eat in the next moment.

And now the small buns are full of neat folds, the two of them are very patient and very optimistic, well, they and others should also be excited, the longer the city is built, the more new dishes can be eaten.

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

"Remember to erect a stone wall in front of each row of tents, and then stick to the wall when everyone rests, I guess something will fall down." ”

So the defensive layout changed.

Guan Foren, the minister of the Yumang D Ninth Department outside, was beating his chest, and he scolded: "Can you locals treat outsiders equally? I sent them over to divide points, why do the points halls of one city have all problems when they come to us? You are the murderer, the murderer who killed my team of 1,000 people, I want to complain to you, and complain to the system about you." ”

The sound of smashing things rang out.

When the people inside were eating sheep's eye buns, they mentioned that there was a sandstorm due north, a very big sandstorm, and he saw his team, a team less than a day's journey from the place where the city was built.

He didn't dare to delay, and immediately sent people in to deliver a message to his own people, so that they could prepare in advance and find a way to run away from the sandstorm area.

As a result, the people are in the past, the news can't be transmitted, and the Yumang people of more than 20 cities have been asked to help in a row, and all the city points halls have been handling business before, and as soon as the people who changed to Yumang passed, the other party said that something was wrong, and they were dealing with it as quickly as possible.

Then he asked other forces to help pass it on, but when the people of other forces said who the points were assigned to, the locals in the points hall helped to finish the points, but told the people who drew the points that there was a delay time, so that he could wait with peace of mind, no more than six hours.

Guan Foren is going crazy, six hours? Six hours sandstorm comes first, who do I assign points to?

After smashing it, Guan Foren sat down on a pile of things smashed by him with a decadent expression, snorted and gasped a few times, and said with a cry: "Why doesn't the system let them build a city in the Heavenly Realm Desert? ”

The attendant comforted again: "Boss, waiting for the end of this time, let's let the team in the northeast move sideways to the north first, it has already been blown once, and the probability of blowing again will be very, very small." (To be continued......)