Nalasha and Gongsun Murong didn't hear anyone's heart, and they were getting closer and closer to their destination, so they became more careful.

The two of them pushed the cart and moved slowly, from time to time when they were idle, and they had to support the car, take the pickaxe to help others plan, and do it for two or three hours, stop to rest, rub the sweat on their foreheads with their sleeves, and then pour a bowl of hot soup violently, roll dry tobacco with other people, and chat about trivial things in life while smoking.

The people in the small shop outside were speechless, too similar, no, not pretending at all, but real workers, and couldn't find a problem in any detail.

A man worth one hundred and ninety-nine in battle, when a pickaxe is dug down, he actually only digs a small pit, and when he picks up the frozen soil with a spade, and throws it aside, he will even exert his legs, waist, abdomen, and arms together.

What's even more terrifying is that they can still sweat, pant in their mouths, and snort out into a white mist, including the breathing rate, the law of muscle fatigue and contraction after long-term use, which is no different from ordinary people.

"I won't say anything else, anyway, looking at the ability of the two people to control their bodies, I am a five-body throw, if they are assassins, I don't believe that any target can escape. A family member said with admiration in his eyes full of little stars.

"Idol, my idol. The other disciple took a bowl of soup and said, swallowing a mouthful.

The so-called soup, in the eyes of some people who specialize in making soup, is a pot of water, a bowl, a little chopped green onion, a little salt, half a spoon of condensed meat oil, and a flush of boiling water.

Now the people inside drink all this, doing hard work, calorie loss, lack of salt and water in the body, eating anything is not as good as this bowl of brush pot water.

So the people in the small shop strongly asked Gongsun Wuming to make it for everyone, so that they could taste it together.

A 'public ~ clerk ~ clerk' who came with the official Ju Luo Duo Qiang said: "I have long become an iron fan of them, I used to eat in a small shop, I saw their soft and weak appearance, and sighed that the cooking skills were good. It's just that their physique is a little worse, could it be that they were role-playing at that time?"

was praised by others, and Nalasha bowed her hand: "See and laugh, see and laugh, it's nothing, professionalism is just, basic skills, I suffered a lot when I practiced this when I was a child, and I finally survived." ”

"What profession?" someone asked.

"Bloodshed. Nalasha replied with a deep look in her eyes.

"Hear the word again. It feels horrible. Madmoone said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

Nalasha smiled silently.

It feels terrifying, the entire human race alliance, which civilization dares not to pay attention to this name?

It's not how great the name is, it's how hard it is to get it, from generation to generation, and it's better to take it than to be stronger.

The people in the small shop sighed. The brush pot was filled with water, and the Gongsun Murong and Narasha inside needed the cooperation of others.

The two of them advanced to a position six kilometers away from Iron Ore City, where the terrain was complex and next to a deep stream. The water in the stream is rolling, and the weathered rock is next to it.

The road requirement is to be as narrow as four metres wide, allowing two carts pulled by livestock to travel in parallel or across the board.

This requires digging up a portion of the weathered rock. It is also necessary to post-process the anti-slip fall, the technology has, and now it has to plane the 'mountain'.

I have seen the gestures of Gongsun Murong and Nalasha. Some people ran over to deliver the news as if discussing what to do with the place, and a large group of road builders came out and went to the mountains and cliffs of the weathered rocks to measure and calculate.

There were four people with determination in their eyes, choosing a place to dig there, others were nearby, and others shouted 'Beware of falling rocks'.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha pushed the cart and wheelbarrow to this place.

Just as they were twenty meters away from the four men, a man slashed down with a pickaxe, and with a roar, a part of the 'mountain' collapsed, and countless stones fell on the four men.

The arms and legs of the three people inside were obviously deformed at the moment they were hit, and there were too many stones falling on the head of the other person, he wanted to hide, even if he was wearing a hard hat, he knew the consequences of being hit.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha's eyes changed in an instant, but they still didn't make any other movements, and they looked frightened like others.

Then three of the four people had deformed limbs, their postures were different, and the other neck was cut into a large piece of weathered rock, and blood was gurgling.

"Quick, wheelbarrow, dump the stuff and get them into town, quick. Someone shouted heartbreakingly.

Gongsun Murong and the others seemed to wake up, and hurriedly pushed the car over, and as soon as they lifted the handlebar, all the things were poured out, fell back, put the four people in the car respectively, and pushed them to run towards the iron ore city.

Seeing the situation, a feathered man kindly reminded: "The man whose neck was cut is dead." ”

"Fart, you're dead, he's alive, he's always been alive, he'll come back, he's a hero, a good fighter has no great feats, but there are always people who are silently dedicating, get out of the way for me, quickly, to the city. ”

A road builder shouted to Yumang's people, and then cooperated with Gongsun Murong and Nalasha, and everyone helped the cart and ran towards the iron mine city like a desperate one.

The men in front gave way or hitched their hands, and two wheelbarrows, pushing three wounded and one dead, passed unhindered through the ranks of Yumang and his Makeshift Alliance, and passed over the drawbridge to the other side of the moat.

Then the procession stopped, and the others carried four people down, and the two men in the cart solemnly said to the three wounded and one dead, "Thank you, the kingdom of Gobi Zhanlusi is glorified because of you." ”

The three injured people squeezed out a smile, and one of them said: "It's nothing, I can be injured for the hero, it's worth it, but it's a pity that it's not me who needs to be reborn." ”

The people of Yumang and the alliance were all stunned, and the audience outside who watched the video released by the forces of the Yumang alliance were also stunned.

Gongsun Murong and Nalasha took out their backpacks in a daze and began to wash the makeup on their faces, and after a while, the two took away the towel that wiped their faces, revealing their true faces.

Nalasha, who revealed her identity, said to the person next to her: "Who is going to spread a message to tell this brother who died, let him endure the pain, and be reborn in Iron Mine City, Gongsun Qiangqi and I want to cook a few dishes, invite him and the people who just cooperated with him to have a meal, and the others will make time later, and we will invite them again." ”

The audience outside was in an uproar again, they finally knew where the two people had gone, there was no cover of poisonous smoke, there was no tragic tearing, some were unknown all the way, and the excitement at the last critical moment.

In order to avoid the meticulous search of Yu Mang and his temporary alliance forces, the four of them became props, knowing the end, but they resolutely stood in their positions and faced the weathered rock that would inevitably collapse after calculation.

They should have been happy if they succeeded, but for some reason there were tears dripping, and the four of them must have been in pain.

On this side of the suspension bridge, the feather elite standing next to the two target tasks wanted to cry without tears, if this place was not a safe zone, he really wanted to pounce on them and bite them to death, not to play like this. (To be continued......)