wild trail

Chapter 228 Meteorite
The process of building the road was extremely difficult, and the slaves worked hard under the lash of the leather whip in order to have a chance of surviving.

The progress of felling on the first day was extremely slow. After a whole day, the road less than five meters was cleared, and the sawn stumps had not been dug out. According to this progress, Wang Lang estimated that he would not have half a year to think about it. The road was repaired.

In the evening, Wang Lang summoned all the big and small leaders of this stronghold.

"The current progress is too slow. We must speed up the progress tomorrow. You must force those slaves to work. Those who are disobedient will be arrested and executed directly." Wang Lang said coldly.

"Don't worry, there is no problem with entrusting these slaves to us. If they are still so slow tomorrow, let them know how powerful we are." Bark laughed.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "I'll stay here for another five or six days, and then I'll leave it to you. There must be no mistakes."

"Did you go back so soon?" Bark asked suspiciously.

"Well, there are other things waiting for me to deal with in the tribe. There are those slaves involved in road construction. As long as there is no big trouble, it's useless for me to stay here." Wang Lang said slowly.

"I understand, I will take care of this place." The tree bark said solemnly.

Early the next morning, the slaves were driven out of their sleep, driven out of the camp like cattle, and lined up to receive working tools from the soldiers.

The archers stared vigilantly at these working slaves with their bows and arrows. As long as there was any sign of escape, they would be shot and killed mercilessly.

The two slaves pulled a big saw vigorously, but the long-term malnutrition made them extremely weak, and the strenuous physical labor made one of the slaves feel dizzy and fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a soldier came over with a whip and beat the slave who fell on the ground, but after beating for a while, he found that the slave did not respond.

The soldier squatted down and sniffed his breath, frowned, and shouted at the other companions: "Come and clean this thing up."

Soon, two soldiers ran over from a distance, carried the dead slave, and threw it into a pit dug aside. At this time, there were already three corpses lying in the pit.

After throwing away the corpses, a soldier looked at the corpses in the pit with a disgruntled look on his face, and complained: "These guys are really useless, they died so soon, if all of them die, we have to do my job!"

"No, I hope these useless things can live longer, and it's better to die before they finish their work!" Another soldier agreed.

"Hey, let's go! Staying here and smelling the stench makes me want to throw up." The soldier spit on the ground, turned and left.

The punishment was increased, and the progress of the work was accelerated a lot. The slaves were trembling with fright when they saw the unlucky ghosts who fell on the tree. He was severely beaten and hung up, and it seemed that he would not survive.

Under the threat of death, the slaves did not dare to delay at all, and used all their strength to complete the orders of these hateful overseers.

Five days later, the forest had been cleared and a simple road of more than 50 meters had been cleared. After seeing that the people here had stepped into the right order, Wang Lang returned to the tribe with a dozen soldiers.

Back in the tribe, Lin Huo reported the progress of the road construction to Wang Lang. Wang Lang was quite satisfied with the speed of the construction and never asked about the death of any slaves.

Most of the soldiers were sent out to work as supervisors, and there were only a few soldiers and some old and weak people left in Nuoda's tribe.

The task of growing hemp falls entirely on these old and weak.

The cultivation of hemp does not require intensive cultivation like corn, and this thing does not require yield, as long as it can grow, it is considered a success.

After the old people burned out a piece of land for farming, they casually scattered the seeds on the ground, and then walked over, stepping these tiny seeds into the soil was considered as having completed the task.

Everything in the tribe is developing in a good direction, and Wang Lang, who is relieved, is going to the east to see the fallen meteorite.

Maybe the pure iron meteorite was extremely human. After Wang Lang explained and arranged everything for the tribe, he led ten soldiers and drove two deer carts and a bed crossbow towards the meteorite drop site.

The fully armed team walked on the wilderness without fear, and after the baptism of battle, these surviving men became real soldiers.

The rolling wheels creaked and creaked, leaving deep car marks along the way.

After walking eastward for two days, Yu finally arrived at the impact site.

Looking at the large and small impact craters on the ground, Wang Lang suddenly felt that he was extremely lucky.

If these meteorites were closer, he would be so dead now that he couldn't die anymore.

"Boss, are these stones from the stars in the sky?" A soldier asked curiously.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "That's right, these are the stars in the sky."

When the soldiers heard this, they looked curiously like the sky, but it was daytime, and they couldn't see the stars at all. They looked down at the black stones in the middle of the circular pits, and they couldn't associate with the bright stars in the sky at all. Together, it all makes them feel that the world is so mysterious.

Wang Lang jumped into a shallow pit, came to the side of the meteorite in the pit, and observed it carefully for a while.

Without a magnet, it is impossible to determine whether the black stone is iron, but touching the small particles on the meteorite, although he cannot be sure whether it is iron, but he is very sure that it is some kind of metal.

Wang Lang climbed up from the pit, and checked other meteorites, and finally found that these meteorites were all the same stone, fragments after fragmentation.

"Put these small stones on the cart, and don't worry about the half-person-high one." Wang Lang instructed the soldiers.

When the soldiers heard this, they jumped into the pit one after another. Although these meteorites were not too big, they were not light at all. A stone the size of a human head required two soldiers to lift it up.

Although Wang Lang really wanted to get the half-person-high meteorite back, but with the existing transportation conditions, he knew it was an impossible task, so he had no choice but to give up even though he was greedy.

After a while, seven or eight black stones were loaded into the two deer carts.

The heavy weight caused the wheels to sink into the mud as deep as a finger.

It was much more difficult to return than when we came. The giant deer struggled to pull the heavy vehicle forward, and the soldiers also pushed the wheels hard behind the vehicle.

Regardless of whether these meteorites are iron or not, Wang Lang feels that it is worthwhile to come this time, as long as they are metal, they must have their uses.

(End of this chapter)