A million ways to survive in the dungeon

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

Outside the royal city, the forest within fifty kilometers of the surrounding area has been bulldozed in the past ten days, leaving bare land and countless tree stumps.

The shovel digging into the bunker was swung rapidly.

The legs covered with sandbags are as fast as flying.

The skills for preparing iron nets are smooth and smooth.

Tens of thousands of workers are busy working on this land.

On the city wall, all the sentry posts were demolished, and all the guardrails on the top of the wall were smashed.

One fortress after another was installed.

The city protection cannons on the four walls are now concentrated on the end point of this absolute monster defense battle: the west city wall.

All the boiler rooms in the entire royal city are firing on all cylinders, trying their best to manufacture new cannons and the required projectiles.

When Zheng Qian arrived at the construction site with Mao Nanbei, he couldn't help but be shocked by the sight.

Unexpectedly, Sichuan East’s mobilization power was so strong.

"Are you Mr. Zheng Qian?"

Taking Mao Nan on patrol all the way, Zheng Qian tried to understand the layout of the position first.

I never thought that all the workers passing by would recognize Zheng Qian.

Many people gathered around.

Among the workers who didn't come around, many stopped what they were doing and looked around curiously.

This made Zheng Qian feel uncomfortable.

"Do you know me?" Zheng Qian asked shyly.

The dirty workers had longing smiles on their faces.

"Of course I know you. You are a celebrity."

"The monsters charging into the city, the Guiya Mountain rescue battle, these are battles that are famous far and wide."

"They say you might be the next King of War, is that true?"

Am I that famous now? I do not know how?

The enthusiastic voices of the workers were even a little noisy.

This was the first time in Zheng Qian's life that he had such an experience.

It feels like a celebrity fan meeting.

"Mr. Zheng Qian, what are you doing here this time?" a worker asked with a thick accent.

Zheng Qian replied: "Nothing, I just came to see the position configuration."

"If you have any requests, we are all coolies and cannot go to the battlefield. At this critical moment, this is all we can do."

"No, no, no, you are all good. Without you, this battle would be difficult to fight."

Damn it, am I infected by the Zhao Aotian virus? Why do you even say this?

However, at this moment, some discordant questions suddenly appeared in the noisy voice.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Zheng Qian, when will the salary owed to us by the clan be paid?"

The person who asked the question was an old carpenter who was about sixty years old.

He hunched his skinny back, raised his dirty hands covered with thick calluses, and asked honestly and expectantly.

"The clan order?" Zheng Qian was curious.

As soon as this question came up, the surrounding workers also turned their curious eyes to Zheng Qian.

They are all working people at the bottom. They can't tell what department they are in, and they can't tell whether Zheng Qian and Zong Renling have a subordinate relationship.

They only knew that Zong Renling was in charge of royal chores and Zheng Qian was a famous person. They were both important people, so it didn't matter who they asked.

"What? Didn't the clan give you wages?" Zheng Qian was a little surprised.

It stands to reason that the state treasury in eastern Sichuan is currently very rich, and now that it is facing a national crisis, the funds related to the war should be sufficient.

Are all the workers not paid enough?

"I'm going to stay here for a while anyway. If I run into anyone else, I'll ask you for help." Zheng Qian responded.

When the workers heard this, they all said enthusiastically: "You are a big shot, so you must rest assured."

"We know that the country is in trouble, but the country is not short of money, so we can't let us work in vain, right?"

"Yes, please, Master Zheng Qian."

After bidding farewell to the construction workers, Zheng Qian and Mao Nanbei continued to wander around the camp under repair.

I have to say that sometimes high IQ and experience are really two different things.

It is possible that if you have an IQ of 300, even if you are asked to arrange your troops, it will not be as good as a strategist with an IQ of 70 but 50 years of battlefield experience.

The entire position is arranged in the shape of a wifi.

In other words, a wavy shape is more appropriate.

The position is divided into ten levels.

The outermost front was dug and bulldozed, creating a plain without bunkers.

Then looking inside, the closer to the inner positions of the royal city, the more the battle line is shortened and compressed.

The entire position is divided into nine levels, plus the outermost plain, which is very suitable for monks to charge at first glance, so it can be basically understood that this battlefield is designed to have a total of ten levels of defense.

The outermost area is the plain, allowing the monks to take the lead in containing a large number of monsters.

Then there are five layers of positions that are gradually stacked up. I can’t figure out what they are used for at the moment.

There are countless buildings similar to sentry posts on the seventh and eighth floors, which should be convenient for magicians to use heavy bombing magic.

The ninth floor, which is adjacent to the wall of the royal city, has been basically completed and is filled with newly cast ultra-long-range heavy bombing cannons.

The tenth level is the city wall itself.

All the city defense guns in service in the royal city were transferred to the west city wall to build this last line of defense.

Of course, the residential buildings within the royal city are currently being renovated.

If the city wall is breached and the soldiers retreat into the city, relying on the terrain of street fighting, they can still fight.

Although Zheng Qian could not fully understand the defensive strategy, he was still able to understand half of the position layout.

Zheng Qian himself has no experience in participating in such a large-scale battle, so he doesn't have anything to offer. He can only come and take a look and familiarize himself with the environment in advance.

However, during the visit, Zheng Qian discovered some things that were not harmonious.

"What's going on with the sandbag?"

He picked up the sandbag that the worker was carrying with two fingers. Zheng Qian weighed it a few times and asked reproachfully: "I remember that the standard sandbag is 220 kilograms per bag. Why is it so heavy? Is it too much?"

Sandbags are particular. If they are too light, the stack will be easily destroyed by monsters. If they are too heavy, they will be filled too full and the sandbags themselves will easily explode when impacted.

This sandbag is obviously too heavy.

Zheng Qian squeezed it and found that it didn't feel like sand.

When he tore it open, he found that it was filled with mud, stones and the like.

The worker hesitated: "Zong... Zong Renling said that in order to save money, half of the workers digging the river sand were transferred. We had no time to fill it, so the foreman could only let us fill half of the sand and half of the earth and rock waste."

After Zheng Qian heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

The sandbags poured out in this way will cause the mud moisture to be squeezed out over time and gravity.

The stack will become hard on the outside and loose on the inside.

It's okay to block people, but it can block powerful monsters. This kind of sandbag stack can't protect you at all.

Thinking about what the workers he met at the beginning said, Zheng Qian frowned more and more.

An order from the clan?

Is that Xiao Xuan’s father, Xiao Baoguo?

After that, Zheng Qian took Mao Nanbei to continue his inspection.

Sure enough, many problems were discovered.

The diameter of the wire mesh is too thin and the barb density is insufficient.

The spacing of fixed piles in trenches is too wide, which may easily cause the bunker to collapse.

Zheng Qian even returned to the city gate tower to check the ammunition and inventory of the newly cast cannon.

It was found that the ammunition quantity was short by 20%.

This time, Zheng Qian was really popular.

One hundred million monsters and Ares versus humans and me.

This is a battle between soldiers and kings.

Defeat on one side means increased pressure on the other side.

If the humans can't hold on, Zheng Qian won't be able to concentrate on dealing with Ares.

It can be said that the mission of truth has now tied Zheng Qian and the fate of mankind together.

Aren't you fucking kidding me with my life? !

Is it right for the clan leader to order Xiao Baoguo?

"Hey, you!" Zheng Qian randomly caught a passing supervisor and grabbed him like a chicken until his legs were off the ground.

"Where is Xiao Baoguo? Take me to see him!"

"Zheng...Master Zheng Qian, I...my project hasn't been done yet..."

"Work your mother!"

Zheng Qian didn't care what the supervisor said. He grabbed his neck and pulled him close to his face: "Order the entire construction team to stop work! Take me to see Xiao Baoguo!"

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