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... oman walls. Their mission was to guard the six strategically positioned garrisons that spanned over a vast 10-mile-wide wall.

As the players gathered, a sense of anticipation filled the air.

After the fierce battles they had endured in the preceding nights, many among them had dared to hope that tonight's undead onslaught might be less severe. Unfortunately, their optimism was swiftly crushed.

In the distance, a chilling cry went up:

"They are coming! They are com ...

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When she was full of fantasies about the abundance of grains and flocks of chickens and ducks, she rushed to her new home and looked at the scorched black hills with no grass growing, um… she should start by planting trees.

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Looking at the vibrant village, the only downside is that Lin Ling is alone for ten miles around, so lonely!
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Lin Ling looked at the wheat field, um… She has reason to suspect that the chatter is coveting the wheat in her field!

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1. Daily farming + infrastructure.
2. Daily update, update at nine o’clock in the morning.
3. The author’s writing style is average, there are bugs, super overhead, everything is for the plot, enjoy reading the text and pictures, please don’t delve into it.

Content tags: farming culture infrastructure
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Ling ┃ Supporting role: Please bookmark! ┃ Others: Farming Literature, End Times,
One-sentence introduction: I am engaged in infrastructure construction in the last days
Conception: Work hard to live a happy life Daily farming + infrastructure.

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