441: Chapter 441 Spread It All Out

The next problem was how to get these giant scorpions into the hopper.

That's also simple.

Use a fully automatic hoisting aircraft.

This is a massive machine equipped with 12 anti-gravity engines. It has a retractable, anchor-like device underneath that lowers when a target is detected, then uses the powerful thrust of its engines to lift the target and deposit it into the hopper.

Because this hoisting aircraft only has a control system and no other functions, its structure is simple, and its cost is not too high. The biggest cost is its large size, which consumes a lot of materials.

Within five days, the production line and the first hoisting aircraft were successfully manufactured.

Now, the corpses piled outside the city gate are as high as mountains, and the scorpions behind them have to cross a 'mountain of corpses and a sea of blood' to reach the city wall.

The aircraft flew out of the city, randomly selected a corpse, quickly flew over, lowered its hook, lifted the corpse, gained altitude, and returned to the city.

The entire process was smooth and very fast.

The Soldiers on the city wall saw this behemoth flying back and forth, and their confidence in the battle grew even stronger.

"Clang ~"

The aircraft arrived above the hopper and released its hook.

The giant scorpion corpse dropped directly into the hopper.

"Rumble rumble ~ Rumble rumble ~"

The pulverizer started operating, and within minutes, the hundred-meter-long scorpion had been completely pulverized.

"Whoosh whoosh ~"

The intermediate processing equipment began to operate, re-pulverizing, heating, sterilizing, flavoring, pelletizing, drying, and bagging the pulverized meat material.

The entire process was seamless.

By the time the second scorpion arrived, the pulverization of the first one was already complete, not delaying the second feeding at all.

This production line can support 20 hoisting aircraft feeding simultaneously, which is basically sufficient.

Yan Zhengping is about to strike it rich now.

One scorpion is 100 meters long, how much feed can that produce? Moreover, 20 hoisting aircraft are now working at full capacity 24 hours a day, how much more will that produce?

It's no exaggeration to say, this is a large mine, a large oil field; as soon as the machines run, money just pours out.

Yan Zhengping stood on the city wall, watching this scene, and couldn't stop chuckling.

"Commander, what's wrong with you?" Rong Po asked, seeing that Yan Zhengping was acting a bit unusual.

"Nothing to do?" Yan Zhengping's beautiful vision was interrupted, and he asked grumpily.

"Yes, no mission right now." Rong Po, not realizing it was sarcasm, answered foolishly.

"Go, take your men, and scatter all that feed!" Yan Zhengping said, pointing at the freshly produced feed below.

"Scatter it? Commander, I don't understand what you mean." Rong Po felt he had misheard.

"I mean, scatter all of it!" Yan Zhengping said loudly.

"Ah? Commander, you don't want this feed anymore??" Rong Po was very surprised.

He thought, this Commander must be getting carried away, right? Even if he has money, he shouldn't waste it like this! Produced it one moment, then threw it all away the next.

"What 'ah'? Just go when I tell you to, why so much nonsense!" Yan Zhengping glanced at him.

"Commander, we don't know how long this battle will last, you can't waste resources like this!" Rong Po tried to stop him.

"Do I have to explain to you what I do? Are you going or not?" Yan Zhengping was both annoyed and amused. He just couldn't stand his foolish, inexperienced demeanor.

"Going, going, going! Commander, you still haven't told me where to scatter it?" Rong Po asked.

"Just scatter it anywhere, as long as it's not too far from the city." Yan Zhengping waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes!"

Rong Po saluted reluctantly, then led his men away.

They loaded the feed onto planes, then flew out of the city, tearing open bags one by one, and scattering the contents from the planes, letting it drift everywhere.

"Captain, why does the Commander want us to do this? This is such a waste! I heard one bag of this feed is worth more than a dozen crystalss!" A team member sat on a bag of feed to rest, panting as he spoke.

"You ask me, who should I ask? Maybe there are too many scorpions outside the city, and he's worried there's no place to put the feed." Rong Po replied.

They had already made several trips throwing it away.

Each time they returned after throwing it, a new large batch had been produced.

It completely exhausted the entire mutated team.

"Do you think what you're saying makes sense? Worried there's no place to put the feed? Sunlight City is so big, there's no place for a few bags of feed? Besides, these are crystalss! Wouldn't it be better to sell them for crystalss?" The team member didn't believe him.

"Brat, how dare you speak like that? Looking for a beating, are you?" Rong Po glared and scolded.

"Wrong, Captain, I was wrong!" The team member hastily slapped his own mouth in apology.

"Captain, look!" another team member shouted, pointing below the aircraft.

Rong Po heard the shout and walked to the window to look down.

"Holy moly!"

Below, in the wilderness, large numbers of rats were scurrying wildly everywhere, looking for feed to eat.

From a distance, they looked like swarms of locusts.