The people in the nine parts are trying to adjust.

More than 9,000 people in the desert have done their preliminary work and have specially piled up stone mounds on the north side of the lake to make less sand and make it easier to dig again.

Then people entered the tent and followed in with the tumbler.

"Three minutes and sixteen seconds." Gongsun Murong's voice echoed in a tent.

Everyone started counting down, counting one second at a time, and when the last five seconds were left, they curled up their bodies, closed their mouths, covered their ears, and prevented them from getting too angry in their lungs.

Arrived in the last second.

‘Buzz~’ The ground was shaking, the tent trembled, the ropes were tight, and the human body resonated. The camels leaned their heads towards their companions next to them.

The sand fell down, and sometimes it was accompanied by the slight tremor of heavy objects falling. Four tents were hit by something at the first time.

The person inside let go of his hands and looked at it in the faint light. One of the three tents was added to the sand-worn camel, and one of them even smashed the original one, and he saw that he couldn't survive.

There were many people in another tent, many people wearing feathered clothes. He was not dead yet, bleeding from his seven orifices, and there was **.

Before the people in the tent could move, a head first appeared in the sand under the tent. Narasha's head, she looked around and said, "I feel like a feathered ghost is coming. I'm not dead. Kill me, I will get more points."

After saying that, she stretched out her arm, shook her hand, and a chopstick was inserted into the head of the smashed Yumang man, and her head went back. Only a sand hole was left, proving that someone had come.

Then some people wearing sand camels and feathers fell down, some smashed on tents, some fell on sand, and some hit the stone walls directly. In the end, no one needed to kill this one.

Gongsun Murong and Narasha were like gophers, hiking around. In order to confuse others, they deliberately slowed down and passed by about one minute near. In the two minutes away, they all exposed a head and an arm. They shook a chopstick.

Because the team coming from Yumang north is close, there are many people surviving, four of them fell into the safe area, a little far from the tent. Gongsun Murong and Narasha shot to death with a strong bow, the defense tower did not move, and the city guards were sleeping.

This time the sandstorm is indeed more powerful than the first time. It is not only more intense, but also longer.

It was midnight and it had not stopped yet, and the frequency of the sound of sand hitting everywhere did not slow down at all.

It was dark, the night was cold, and there was also the threat of strong wind and sand. People hiding in the tent slept for a few hours before waking up from worry, holding each other to keep warm.

A tent was smashed three times in a row, and at this time the rope at the critical position finally failed to support it. It broke with a "bang", and then more of it began to break. The canvas of the tent were torn into strips, and the camel was struggling to change the place, but it was blown by the wind and rolled out a long way, and then more sand fell on it.

The people in the tent, one by one, could not see the surrounding situation. The light of the defense tower had long been blocked by the sandstorm.

"Don't move, it's dead. If you're blown away, the clothes and things on your body will not be kept. If you die here, you'll give them your use." Someone grabbed the two people next to you and shouted.

Then a voice came out, as well as the upper bodies of Narasha and Gongsun Murong.

"What are you doing? Want to be a hero? Do you want to be so sad? Come here and go from here to my tent."

The hole opened next to everyone, and there was an irregular circular hole with a diameter of 40 cm between Gongsun Murong and Narasha.

So the sixteen people pulled each other to the entrance of the cave, took a few deep breaths, tugged their heads down, and climbed along the "way".

When they all went in, Gongsun and Murong also shrank, leaving Narasha's words complaining that "this is all money" and their figure disappeared.

Their tents are six times larger than others, because they need to secretly use magic to grow vegetables here.

There is only one felt pad in the tent for two people to sleep.

Sixteen people came in, and Narasha looked at it with a flashlight and said, "You stay honestly, another tent is going to break down, so let's take the person to another tent."

"There is still a big place here." Someone saw the tent empty by using the flashlight and reminded him.

"You will change the place for me later. I need to use it to cook. The sandstorm suddenly extended the time and didn't say anything to me. You can't let everyone go hungry just because the sand blows." After throwing it down, the two left the hole again.

This time, without waiting for the other tent to completely break down, they took the person to another tent, and the camel in the tent was cut by one, reducing the pain of the long-term death.

They can protect the sand-piercing camel, but they will expose more trump cards. The current sand-piercing is guaranteed to be remembered by others.

Some people think about it, some people increase their confidence in building cities in the desert, and at least they know that two people can drill around and improve their logistics support capabilities.

The seven people in the tent were transferred to other people's places, and the two returned to their own tents.

Give sixteen people four flashlights.

"Four people went in in groups, and at the first fork, I saw a radish, and there was a team there. The others looked forward with cucumbers, and then went to the fork, and found tomatoes. The second team walked, and the remaining two teams continued to follow the one with new cucumbers. There was a fork, and there was a radish and cucumber. Go wherever they wanted."

Narasha tells the sixteen people how to go.

Someone asked: "Is the hole still there? It hasn't collapsed?"

"When you came?" Narasha asked back.

"No, let's go now." Each of the sixteen people, four of them, got in with a flashlight.

"In the end, the man remembers to put away the cucumbers, radishes and tomatoes, and eat them by themselves, don't throw them there." Narasha's voice 'chasing' from behind the sixteen people again.

A depressed answer came from "I know".

The audience outside didn't know what to do? It was obviously a very dangerous and difficult situation, so why couldn't I see the two of them feel nervous at all, especially Gongsun Yuyan. She was living like a life, and it was already this time, and she was still thinking about radishes, cucumbers, and tomatoes.

"What to do?" asked Narasha in the tent.

Then, without waiting for Gongsun Murong to speak, she said herself: "Bring back the meat of the camel and make a casserole with tomatoes? If you don't have a casserole, then stew it in a big pot, add more soup, and let them drink something hot. The outside stopped our broadcast and the sandstorm went over and started it again."

"Brush" and the broadcast stopped. Everyone was itchy. It stopped every time the most critical moment. It was like this when I made the scenery meal before. I couldn't see how they made it. I could only conduct various analysis and guesses.

After a while, when she saw Narasha again, it was when she brought a closed bucket into someone else's tent to deliver food.

"Since you are not eating, because the environment is bad, I am afraid that you will be under great pressure and affect your digestion, so I didn't make a staple food. Drink some soup and beer bars. You should relax and stop until noon tomorrow. This is the case if the system does not change temporarily. Give it and eat it slowly."

Narasha left a word and left the hole.

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The power outage today, it's too late to upload. (To be continued)
Chapter completed!