The Strongest Guild Of The World

103: Vegetables and bullets (for automatic subscription)

Central Arabia.

The golden desert reflects the sunlight.

Above is the air twisting like a ghost.

A rubber boot stepped into the sand and scared away a small lizard that was enjoying the coolness in it.

The man lifted his gaze from the lizard and squinted at the ubiquitous golden sand sea.

“Grandma’s, if it wasn’t for the high salary and good treatment, Laozi would not come to this shabby place.” The tanned face is a typical oriental man, a middle-aged man with strong muscles.

Sha Sha Sha Sha, yellow-skinned people came over, some of them looked up at the sky with cigarettes in their mouths, some poured a pot of water in their hands, and some simply sat on the ground.

There were groups of people chatting, including Beijing-Tianjin dialects, Nanjing Mandarin, folk accents from northern Shaanxi, and Hunan tunes. All of a sudden, they seemed to be holding a National Assembly.

“Didn’t your mother-in-law say that she will come next month? I really envy us.” A young technician with glasses smiled with big teeth.

The man who was mentioned as the wife laughed smirkly, and the other men with wives were envious, and wondered when to bring the family home.

The gaze descended from in front of them to the back.

A city stands in the sand sea, and the 773 oil extraction machines illustrate the connotation of this place, an oil city dominated by the celestial dynasties.

The population is more than 50,000, and this number is also expanding as the city expands.

On the side of Petroleum City, where there is a bit of soil in the sand, there are dense plastic sheds.

A man dressed as a farmer walked out, touched the sweat on his forehead, stood there and took a breath, twisting the water control hub outside.

The man walked into the greenhouse again, and saw that it was lush and green as if it were another world.

Emerald-like cute cucumbers, slightly red tomatoes, playful curvy peppers, slender loofahs, and non-mainstream braids.

According to the difference in nutrients required by different vegetables, various kinds of vegetables can improve the soil. Each greenhouse is a mixture of many kinds of vegetables, which looks like a pure vegetable botanical garden.

When the vegetables in the next season start to be planted, the types inside will be changed once, which has many benefits for the use of soil and nutrients.

Water-saving “The combination of irrigation and vegetable types is now also the technology of us and the dé Chinese Master. Naturally, there is no need to be so troublesome in the local area. However, in this desert oil city, the finer the vegetable (affe) planting, the better.” The technician in the white coat was walking with a young man with an indifferent face to inspect in a greenhouse. He sighed, “No way, the sand here is too thin, a little too much, and maybe even the vegetables will grow next time. Oh no.”

“It’s enough to satisfy the oil workers in the city and their homes.” The indifferent young man nodded and said, with a certain tolerance in his body.

The technician did not dare to neglect, but he knew that this was the big boss of the Tian Dynasty in the desert oil development zone, and he was like a tour guide showing everything here.

The young man is naturally Ye Ze’s Shadow Clone. He is now fully responsible for the oil extraction in Saudi Arabia in his memory. The people of dé know that there are large oil fields in this area, but they don’t know that it is the largest oil storage area in the world. Otherwise, the head of state might be afraid. Will regret it.

His gaze fell on the ground. At the feet of the green vegetables, there were thin plastic pipes, and the dense small holes sprayed with water mist.

The water mist moisturizes the soil, and there are specially formulated nutrients in it. In the generally good temperature in the desert area, the vegetables look like green dolls that are extremely delicate and beautiful.

Ye Ze took off a cucumber, there was no dust on it, he smiled slightly, opened his mouth and opened it, and smiles appeared on his face.

The technician in the white coat breathed a sigh of relief, and the posterior teeth were also exposed. He took a half-red persimmon and ate it in two or three bites, with the sweetness of vegetables in his mouth.

Noon came soon.

The large canteen a few kilometers away was overcrowded. One by one, he was holding plates and serving dishes.

“Three or two rice, a tomato scrambled egg, a cucumber, and a pork stew with beans.” The man in his early thirties spoke loudly.

“I remember it wasn’t half a catty of rice when you came?” An acquaintance in the team next to him joked.

“Isn’t that the first time I came.” The man’s face was reddened. When he came, he thought he didn’t have much oil and water like his hometown, but he didn’t think that the oil workers could eat so well.

“You can cook your own food when you get married.” An older middle-aged man laughed behind him.

The surrounding workers laughed in good faith. The high wages brought them from their hometowns thousands of miles away. They became the first generation of overseas oil workers in the Celestial dynasty. At the same time, the above policies gradually arranged their families over.

Petroleum City will become a true Tianchao city in the future. The oil development has come to an end, and the people of Tianchao have also taken root here.

Ye Ze’s Shadow Clone walked out of the vegetable growing area and looked at this new fertile soil. His smile was a little cold, and he would not return it to the natives.

In his time and space, there were Americans disrupting the situation, and the British colonies were independent. But in this world, the European Union headed by the dé country is an old school style. There is no country in the Middle East peninsula, and the Egyptian government is disbanded.

This is a great accomplishment.

A few kilometers away.

The bullet pierced the air.

The gunfire followed.

Bang Bang Bang, Bang Bang Bang.

The battle began.

“In the notice, the enemy really came. They wanted to destroy the oil pipeline, and they were blocked by us.” A yellow skinned platoon leader in a lean camouflage uniform reported by radio while the bullets were flying.

“These natives are crazy, do they think their bodies can resist bullets, I almost thought they were mutants.” A squad leader muttered as he directed the battle.

A platoon of fighters ambushed a group of attacking white robes on the side of the oil pipeline, and the battle broke out immediately.

The indigenous people are really brave, but it is not the cold weapon age anymore, so they fall down one after another and moisturize the sand here.

Five minutes later, the battle was over.

Looking at the aboriginal people who ran away, he stopped the soldiers who wanted to pursue.

“We just need to guard here, they can’t run, and the Rangers will let them know what a nightmare is.” The platoon leader said coldly.

The Celestial people’s oil extraction area was the first to be attacked by aboriginal people. This is no exception. The deterrence of the Chinese people is too strong. Naturally, they squeeze softly first, but unfortunately they ran into wolf shoes.

At the same time, Ye Ze’s Shadow Clone got the news.

He smiled and looked at the sky outside the Petroleum City. His intelligence was more accurate and earlier than that of the dé nationals. He wanted to use the Celestials to establish their prestige, and they would kill them.

The eyes flashed with coldness. The Americans behind this incident, Ye Ze felt that they were too comfortable. ,