What is the most powerful force of a steel bone collar? Do you have dozens of magicians? Is the king of steel bones? No, none of them are the most unstoppable force of a steel bone collar, the more than one billion skeleton zombies, they are the most invincible power in the world.

When they are organized and exert all their power, they can create many incredible miracles.

Engineer shovels are assigned to the hands of silver skeletons, which are stronger, have stronger bones, and are more suitable for coolie production.

The sand and soil were shoveled into the sack, and the relay was transmitted to the position of the mountain wall outside the city wall and poured into the foot of the mountain.

Because the number of engineer shovels and sacks was insufficient, less than 100,000 of them were actually taking action. The rest were digging holes and temporarily laying in. Overnight, there were dense holes close to two million outside the walls of Moticheng.

The sun rose, and the skeletons who had been busy all night returned to the pit and buried themselves. The pit they dug was on both sides of the city gate, leaving a road leading directly to the city gate.

What was blocked on the road was a car array. More than a dozen large trucks surrounded by three squares, and the remaining side facing the city wall was empty. The roof of the car was pulled on the sunscreen to form a semi-open large space.

The teleportation array in the vehicle array is constantly running and does not stop during the day. A small number of sunscreen cloaks are distributed to silver skeletons and bone horses so that they can move normally during the day.

Qiangwei Town and the steel collar were moving at full speed, and a steady stream of engineer shovels and sacks were transported over, and at the same time, there were also letters of complaints.

"Your Majesty, you are short of staff and can't speed up any more."

"Your Majesty, you can't change anyone. Now there is no one in commanding the work."

"Your Majesty, even if we don't have to sleep, you can't fill up the tasks for seven days and twenty-four hours, we will be crazy."

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, if you don't send me additional staff, I will stop doing it."

The people who wrote letters to complain were Ryanhardt and Carter. They had no soul connection with Luo Huo. They were essentially just ally relationships, but Luo Huo ordered them to command more frequently than their own people. No wonder they couldn't stand it.

But Luo Ying had no choice. Only they could do many things, one was a forging master and the other was an industrial designer. It was a perfect match. Only they had the ability to realize many of Luo Ying's ideas.

Fearing that the other party would really quit, Luo Xu had to write a letter to comfort him, "Don't worry, you don't want to complete all the tasks immediately, arrange the order, and complete them according to the progress. I have already figured out a way to take the people to the wasteland to capture the sand people. There should be five or six thousand people to add a new drawing and some people to arrange the production."

After writing the letter, I sent the wheelbarrow drawings drawn on the table together to send them back together.

The letter also said not to worry, and immediately followed a drawing. Ryanhardt was almost mad, but five or six thousand people added it to comfort him, but he immediately thought of another problem.

"If you replenish the manpower, there will be no enough food. In the past, the food in Rose Town and the Wasteland Oasis was mainly bought. Now that you are besieging the city, you will definitely not be able to buy food. Over time, all of these living people will starve to death. Are you sure to quickly capture Moticheng?" Leonhart asked in a letter.

"The speed of defeating Moticheng is not me, but the supply of materials behind you. If two million skeletons here are equipped with engineer shovels, each with a sunscreen cloak, and tens of thousands of wheelbarrows, we can work three shifts and 24 hours a day without stopping, and we will be able to enter the city tomorrow." Luo Xun wrote back.

The first time I heard someone attacking the city with a shovel, Ryanhardt was half-believing and half-doubted about Luo Heng's words and continued to reply: "Without people, there is no production, and without food, there is no support."

Luo Heng couldn't help but scold: "Humans are really troublesome. They have to eat and pull. The consumption is so great that they don't have much work. Let's eat sweet potatoes. I have sent someone to dig sweet potatoes along the river. I can hold on for a while. When people get their hands on it, you can pick some sand people who can plant them and ask them to lead skeletons to plant sweet potatoes."

Sweet potatoes are a farming artifact. Back then, it was this thing that allowed a nomadic regime that could not even farm to create the Kangmazi prosperity. Luo Heng dug along the vines and found that the sweet potato yield in this world was even greater than in his previous life.

I thought I wouldn't use this magical artifact, but I didn't expect it to help me.

Ryanhardt had never eaten sweet potatoes and was half-doubted about Luo Qin's words, but he didn't delve into it. To put it bluntly, even if the sweet potatoes cannot be eaten, he will not be the one who is hungry at that time.

...

Luo Xu was busy conducting large-scale production. In Motien City, a team of six griffins landed at the flight point, and three sword saints and two great magicians escorted a noble young man down.

The butler who was waiting here early quickly came to meet him and said anxiously: "Master, you are finally here."

Hoples, the first heir to the Principality, waved his hand and asked directly: "What's the situation now?"

"The army of undead besieged the city. They dug soil under the city wall for a night. I don't know what they want to do for the time being. The second young master was shocked and didn't give any orders. We didn't know what to do." The butler briefly introduced the current situation.

"This idiot, it's best not to give orders. It's a big problem to give orders randomly. Why did he attack the caravan of the steel-collared?" Hoples asked as he walked.

"It was encouraged by a tax official named Ende. The second young master had no idea that there was such a caravan." said the butler.

Hoples stopped, stared at the butler and asked, "Why don't you stop?"

The butler's face turned pale, and wiped the cold sweat from his face and said, "I... I don't know that it is really a caravan with a steel collar." The implication is that the butler himself doesn't think it's true. Isn't it just blackmailing a caravan? The second young master has done it before, so who would have thought that the consequences are so serious this time.

"A bunch of idiots." Hoples cursed and continued to move forward.

In fact, at this time, Hoples himself didn't think it was too serious. What was the natural disaster of the undead? How terrible? I haven't seen it before. Do a group of bones still want to climb up the wall?

However, when he reached the city wall and saw the pits covering the entire vision, he realized that there was a skeleton lying in each pit, he slapped the butler in the face with his backhand.

"You will kill a lot of people."

Ander cried and was kicked into the hanging basket and sent to the city wall. The bows and arrows kept shooting at his feet, forcing him to move forward.

He walked to the road that he deliberately kept it, and the pits on both sides suddenly flipped over and sat up the skeletons, staring at Ander with his empty eyes.

The arrogant tax officer who was collecting taxes was so scared that his feet were weak, he sat down on the ground, and his pants were quickly wet.

Another arrow stabbed behind him. If he didn't move forward, he would die, but for a while, he couldn't stand up again. Ender sobbed and crawled forward on all four feet.

Mobak floated over and smiled kindly, "Little boy, I'm back."
Chapter completed!