After working twice, Meng Xi learned that the place where he laid the circuit and dug the inlay trough was the No. 2 work area, while the place where He Dachuan and He Qiang dug the tunnel was in the No. 3 work area.

These two places are quite far apart, and there are two iron gates in the middle. Workers who go to Area 3 usually take rail cars to enter.

It is obvious that the above-mentioned supervisors are divided into such a partition, firstly to enable multiple locations to construct at the same time and quickly build this huge base, and secondly to make it impossible for workers to gather for easy management.

On the way to work these two times, Meng Xi noticed that there were about five or six hundred workers in District 2 alone, scattered at various scattered construction sites to dig the tunnels. There were several large platforms like the one where he was, and many of them were in the stage of completion.

When Meng Xi was working, he found that workers were relatively free when working, because in many dangerous places, the officers would not go in. For example, digging inlay grooves on the walls, the other party could only monitor the glass cover and could not hang out with them. Therefore, if you want to run away, you can only find opportunities in the mountain work area, which is impossible in the dormitory.

Thinking about it, Meng Xi and three other workers who mastered special skills were familiar with the road and were led by the officers towards the direction of the big platform.

"Boom!!"

Just as everyone was halfway through, a deafening sound suddenly came from a tunnel on the left, like an explosion or a sound of countless gravel hitting the ground.

Meng Xi, who was thinking about something, suddenly looked up and looked forward.

"It collapsed, it collapsed!"

"I've been covering myself, come and help!"

"hurry up!"

“…!”

Noisy shouts rang out in the tunnel on the left, and the soldiers escorting Meng Xi, hesitated for a moment, first ordered Meng Xi and others to go up, and then rushed into the tunnel on the left.

After walking forward about three or four hundred meters, the group saw more than twenty workers and five officers holding lighting equipment and shining into a dusty lower tunnel.

"Squat down, squat down!"

After the soldiers who were guarding Meng Xi and others arrived, they immediately raised their guns and pointed at the workers and shouted.

"You squat down too!" The officer in the tunnel pointed at Meng Xi and yelled.

Everyone looked at each other and could only squat against the wall of the tunnel and put their hands on their heads.

"What's going on?" The officer who was in charge of Meng Xi asked at his comrades who were guarding here.

"The lower tunnel collapsed halfway through." The other party reached out and slapped the dust in front of his face, coughed twice and said, "Someone is buried inside!"

"several?"

"Seven, all went down to explore the well." The officer said in a plain manner: "Maybe the support frame was broken."

"That private, go to the engineering room and ask the engineer to come and take a look." The officer escorting Meng Xi said, pointing to a soldier guarding the tunnel.

"Yes!" The soldier responded and immediately ran to the outside.

At this moment, more than 20 workers who were originally working in the tunnel, Meng Xi and the other two squatted on the ground, holding their heads, and all their actions were under the control of each other, while several officers were watching around the entrance of the lower tunnel with lighting equipment.

Meng Xi and the other two didn't understand the situation here, so they didn't say anything, but some of the more than 20 workers stopped doing it. One middle-aged man, who was thin and about forty, got up and shouted, "I'm covered in it, so save it first!"

Meng Xi knew the person who spoke because the latter was in the same dormitory as him, and it seemed that he had a role like He Dachuan. He should be a leader among workers. There were several times during the morning washing process, Meng Xi heard others call him Lao Qiao or Brother Qiao.

Old Qiao looked anxious and stood up and urged: "There are seven people below, everyone will save them first!"

"Squat down!" the officer pointed at him and scolded.

"Sir, then there are seven people, if there is a second collapse, they will be finished." Old Qiao replied urgently.

"I'll let you squat down!" The officer pointed at Lao Qiao with an unhappy expression: "Now!"

Old Qiao clenched his fists and looked at the other person with a pale face.

"Squat down!"

A soldier walked forward, opened the firearm security, and shouted at Lao Qiao with a grin.

Old Qiao gritted his teeth and was forced to squat on the ground again.

"Can you hear it above? Save us, three or four dead here...!"

"Help!"

"Can you hear it!"

“…!”

In the lower tunnel, workers pressed into it by collapsed gravel were yelling, their voices were quite shrill and anxious.

Some of the upper-level workers were numb and squatted on the ground without feeling at all, while others were anxious. They thought of getting up several times, but were forced back to their original position by the officers with guns.

About six or seven minutes later, several men wearing orange work clothes ran over, holding various equipment, surrounding the collapsed entrance and starting inspection.

The officers retreated and only watched from the outside, guarding Meng Xi and others.

After a while, several engineers wearing orange work clothes returned with the equipment.

"How is it?" asked the leading officer.

"It's similar to the ones that were tested at that time. The sand body in this place has a relatively large density, a very weak load-bearing capacity, and does not have the conditions to continue digging." The engineer replied in a concise manner: "Seal the mouth, no need to try it."

"Are all this sealed?"

"Yes." The engineer nodded.

"Okay." The officer nodded.

The engineers didn't talk much, just held the equipment and left quickly.

When the leading officer saw that they had left, he immediately waved his hand and shouted: "Go to the directional blow, seal the door!"

"What's the meaning?!"

Old Qiao, who had been forced to squat down twice, got up again and asked, "Why did you keep your mouth shut!"

"Squat down!" The officer looked at Lao Qiao with some dissatisfaction: "You are very irrational today! Foreman, don't you want to do it anymore!"

Old Qiao tried hard to calm down: "Sir, it's just a few lives inside. You can't go down to save them. Can we go?"

"Hulala!"

More than a dozen workers stood up, surrounded Lao Qiao and started talking nonsense.

"This is not to treat us as human beings! People are still alive, isn't banning them to bury them alive?"

"You are afraid of death, can't we go and save us?!"

“…!!”

The leading officer frowned and looked at everyone, took out his gun from his waist, pointed at a middle-aged man who shouted the most, raised his eyebrows and cursed: "Damn it, I'll say it again, you all squat down for me!!"

The workers looked at him with red eyes, and hatred and anger were spreading silently.

In an instant, the tunnel became quiet inexplicably, and the soldiers might also feel that the aura was wrong and all raised their guns.
Chapter completed!