I have a space station

So, the next question is, how to get these giant scorpions into the funnel.

That's easy too.

Use a fully automated hoisting aircraft.

This is a large contraption equipped with 12 anti-gravity engines. It has a retractable, anchor-like device underneath. When it detects prey, it lowers the anchor and uses the powerful engines to lift it up and send it into the hopper.

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

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

Now, the corpses piled up outside the city gate are as high as a mountain. 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 the hook, lifted it up, raised its altitude, and returned to the city.

The whole process was completed in one go, and the speed was very fast.

The soldiers on the city wall saw this behemoth flying around, and their confidence in battle was even greater.

"Clang ~"

The aircraft came above the funnel and released the hook.

The huge scorpion corpse fell directly into the funnel.

"Rumble ~ Rumble ~"

The pulverizer started to operate. In a matter of minutes, the hundred-meter-long scorpion was completely pulverized.

"Whirr whirr ~"

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

The whole process was completed in one go.

By the time the second scorpion came over, the pulverization of the first one had already been completed, without delaying the secondary feeding at all.

This set of production lines can support 20 hoisting aircraft feeding at the same time, which is basically enough.

Yan Zhengping is about to make a fortune now.

A scorpion is 100 meters long, so how much feed can it produce? What's more, now there are 20 hoisting aircraft working at full capacity 24 hours a day, so how much will it produce?

It is no exaggeration to say that this is a large mine, a large oil field. As soon as the machine turns, it's all money.

Yan Zhengping stood on the city wall, looking at the scene in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh "hehe hehe".

"Commander, what's wrong with you?" Rong Po saw that Yan Zhengping was not quite normal and stepped forward to ask.

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

"Yes, there is no mission now." Rong Po didn't know it was sarcasm and replied stupidly.

"Go, take your people and spread all those feeds!" Yan Zhengping pointed to the feed that had just been produced below and said.

"Spread them? Commander, I don't understand what you mean." Rong Po felt that he had heard wrong.

"The meaning is to spread them all out for me!" Yan Zhengping said loudly.

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

Thinking to himself, is this commander floating? You can't spend money like this even if you have it! As soon as it is produced, it will be thrown away.

"Ah, what? Just go if I tell you to. Why so much nonsense!" Yan Zhengping glanced at him. He just looked down on his stupidity and his lack of experience.

"Commander, I don't know when this battle will be fought. You can't spend resources like this even if you have them!" Rong Po stopped him.

"Do I still have to explain what I do to you? Are you going or not?" Yan Zhengping was both annoyed and amused. He just looked down on him for being stupid and inexperienced.

"Go, go, go! Commander, you haven't told me where to spread them?" Rong Po asked.

"Just spread them anywhere, just don't be too far from the city." Yan Zhengping waved his hand indifferently.

"Yes!"

Rong Po reluctantly saluted and then led his men away.

They carried the feed onto the plane, then flew out of the city, opened the bags one by one, and sprinkled them down from the plane, scattering them everywhere.

"Captain, why is the commander doing this? This is such a waste! It is said that this bag of feed is worth more than a dozen crystal cores!" A team member sat on the feed to rest, panting.

"If you ask me, who am I going to ask? Maybe there are too many scorpions outside the city, and he is worried that there is no place to put the feed." Rong Po replied.

They had thrown it several times in a row.

Each time they went back after throwing it, a large pile was produced again.

It made the entire mutant team so tired that they couldn't catch their breath.

"Look at what you are saying? Is that human language? Worried that there is no place to put the feed? Isn't there a place to put a few bags of feed in such a big Sun City? Besides, these are all crystal cores! Wouldn't it be nice to sell them for crystal cores?" The team member didn't believe it.

"Stinky boy, how are you talking? Are you looking for a beating?" Rong Po glared and scolded.

"I was wrong, Captain, I was wrong!" The team member hurriedly slapped his mouth to apologize.

"Captain, look!" Another team member pointed to the bottom of the plane and shouted.

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

"I'll go!"

I saw a large number of rats running wildly in the wilderness below, looking for feed to eat.

From a distance, it looked like swarms of locusts.