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Chapter 131 Tunnel Warfare

After receiving these victims, Xilaozhuang Village began a vigorous tunnel digging operation.

Thousands of victims outside the village and every household in the village were all mobilized, especially the group of professionals.

Various secret entrances are set up at pit heads, beside stoves, under trees, beside stone mills, and in wells, and escape passages are left in the woods, beside mounds, and farmland outside the village.

We strive to connect every house, every street, and every cave. In the future, every village and every township and every county will be connected.

In addition, the tunnel is equipped with lookout holes, shooting holes, ventilation holes, traps, movable flaps, signposts, water wells, grain storage rooms, etc. Military facilities and civilian facilities are cleverly combined to facilitate military and civilian life.

For the sake of safety, He Shen designed the tunnel into a series of holes, that is, there are holes under the holes, holes in the holes, real holes, and fake holes, which is dazzling.

Of course, that's not all. He also exchanged generators, tunnel boring machines, mini excavators, mine conveyor belts, large exhaust fans, telephones and other modern equipment with self-explosion devices from the system mall, as well as supporting power sources.

As for how to make people proficient in using these machines, the system has already been prepared, and the virtual reality training ground is dedicated to serving players.

Spend a lot of task points to complete training and teaching for people in their dreams.

One day, Heshen was training the expanded disaster relief team.

That An Ximan found him while he was free.

"Young Master, why are you doing this?"

"To deal with the Japanese and the bandits who covet our food."

"Then why didn't you escape from the Central Plains with food and disaster victims?"

"This is our home. It's the invaders who should leave. You, a foreigner, won't understand."

These words made An Ximan think deeply. His purpose was to spread the gospel of God and lead the victims to escape from the Central Plains according to the Lord's will. Now that an accident occurred, he might be able to save the victims without escaping.

Staring at He Shen's profile, he secretly made up his mind.

He looked around and saw that the team was far away, so he lowered his voice and asked, "Young Master, can you tell me how much food the Fan family has?"

"What! Are you hungry?"

He Shen's rhetorical question did not dissuade An Ximan from inquiring further, and continued to express his doubts to him: "Master, don't blame me for not reminding you. The surrounding villagers are not fools. They all have their own ideas. The Fan family cannot support themselves with this little wealth." Thousands of people.”

This is indeed a problem. Not only the victims of the disaster, but also his cheap dad Fan Dianyuan is full of questions. Whose warehouse can produce food for no reason.

There is also the teaching in a dream. Since the convoy added several mortars, he used the virtual training ground to train several artillerymen. Now the entire convoy is suspicious.

In a catastrophic year, weird events are often exaggerated and worshiped as miracles.

It was very simple to solve this problem. He Shen suddenly slapped the stone pier on the right in front of An Ximan.

A muffled sound came from the void.

A clearly visible palm print appeared on the stone pier, with a depth of nearly one centimeter.

This move frightened An Ximan to the point where he collapsed on the ground, his eyes widened, he pointed with his index finger and said with a trembling voice: "Young Master, are you a god?"

Suddenly realizing something was wrong, he immediately cheered with surprise on his face: "You are Moses! You are the messenger of God."

No matter what he is!He Shen clapped his hands and was very satisfied with the palm just now, which shows that his skill has improved a lot.

Before he could explain, An Ximan immediately knelt on the ground, raised the cross around his neck and sang to him: "Thank you Lord for sending your messenger to save the common people. Your generosity and compassion have once again made the world listen. As your servant, I I will definitely give up my life.”

This guy is hopeless, He Shen urged: "Get up quickly!"

"No! I am not qualified to stand in front of the messenger. I can only kneel on the ground to show respect." "Then kneel down!"

Facing the crazy believers who have burned out their brains, He Shen expresses his understanding, because in reality, his mother is an old good friend. She will burn incense and kowtow every time she goes to the temple fair. She is so pious that no one is allowed to speak nonsense.

"Master Messenger, servant An Ximan hopes that you can save the Chinese people and let them escape the persecution of the devil."

This move was exactly what He wanted, so he pretended to say: "God is compassionate when the world is in trouble and appointed me to rescue you. Now the devil is casting a spell to bring about drought. I can't just sit idly by and do nothing, so I specially turn stones into food to fight drought and provide relief."

"Thank you for the grace of the Lord, but there are still tens of thousands of people in the Central Plains who are in hell, and they went to the messenger to rescue them."

"Ansimon, they are all pagans. Only by believing in God can they escape the control of the devil. Now I command you to preach the gospel of the Lord and call them to my side to enjoy the blessings of heaven."

"As ordered!"

The young man got on his bicycle and ran happily into the distance. He Shen felt that he could not take advantage of his family, so he waved to call Blind Deer over.

"Inquire with me and find a few amateur monks and Taoists among the victims, including fortune tellers, and then bring them to see me."

"Young master, don't you believe this?"

"Go as soon as you are told! One moment and another moment."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

He Shen narrowed his eyes and glared angrily. The farm man instantly became honest, slowly turned around and ran away.

After dinner, Blind Deer led dozens of people to the door. They all looked ragged, but their eyes revealed a shrewd spirit.

To be able to earn a living in this industry, I would have starved to death if I didn’t have two brushes.

"Everyone has come to the young master's house, including monks, Taoist priests, and a few people who fight ghosts and exorcise evil spirits."

"Why are there so many other girls?"

"They are sisters-in-law from a nearby temple, truly good people."

"The girls can't do this job, send them back."

Blind Deer turned his head and pointed at them and shouted: "Nuns from Lotus Temple, you have nothing to do here. Let's go back together before it gets dark. Pay attention to safety on the road and don't wander around."

Everyone didn't pay attention at first, but suddenly a young-looking little Shani jumped out of the crowd.

"Donor Fan, do you have any prejudice against nuns?"

He Shen waved his hand to stop Blind Lu's scolding, and solemnly replied: "No!"

"Then why do you keep these people who deceive the world and steal their reputation? But you shut out the real Buddha."

As soon as these words came out, the crowd became furious. One of the old Taoists shook off his fly whisk with few hairs left, pointed at the little nun and cursed: "A little Shani with no hair dares to judge all the great immortals and poor Taoists." You surrender."

Then an old monk raised his monk's robe, clasped his hands together and said, "Young female mage, didn't your master teach you to respect your fellow practitioners?"

The little nun was strong-willed. Faced with the accusations from the audience, she held her head high and said frankly: "In the past few days, I have seen everything you say and do. As a monk, you go around cheating, abducting men, and dominating women. He also accused my master of being hypocritical and made people spread slander everywhere, and the words were extremely unpleasant!"

The old man was furious when someone stabbed him in a sore spot. He blew his beard and glared and replied: "You little girl, don't talk nonsense."

"Young master, you can't listen to what the nun says! This bitch's mouth is tied to the waistband of her pants. The tightness depends on whether she can open her legs or not."

Someone who can say this doesn't look like a serious person.

(End of this chapter)