Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 511
In the deep night.

Boom!
The shadow of a huge, golden stick hundreds of meters long suddenly hit the extremely steep mountain wall!
Following this extremely violent blow, countless large and small rocks rolled down the mountain wall, and huge rocks rolled and bounced on the mountain wall, as if a small earthquake had occurred. The whole ground was trembling slightly.

Floating in mid-air was a bald man with brown skin and armor inlaid with all kinds of bright gems. He also held a long stick made of gold in his hand.

There is no doubt that this is a pharaoh from Egypt, a warrior-sage-level pharaoh, and he is the one who swung the huge golden long stick phantom.

He didn't stop, only paused for less than a second, and then swung out another stick!
Boom!
Once again, the mountain wall exploded, and countless rocks rolled down, rumbling, rolling towards the foot of the mountain.

One stick after another, one stick after another, each stick was like a thunderous explosion, each stick caused the entire ground to tremble, and each stick knocked down thousands of tons of rocks.

Boom!Boom!Boom.
The continuous bombardment lasted for four or five hours before it ended, and a glimmer of light slowly appeared on the horizon, indicating that dawn was approaching.

Boom!Boom!
Another two sticks were swung down, trampling the hill made of countless boulders that rolled down at the foot of the mountain, smashing some boulders that were too big inside.Only then did the Egyptian pharaoh put away the stick in his hand, flew towards the distant city of Khalil, and then slowly landed in the city.

The sun has risen and the sun shines on the earth.

Woo. Woo.
The sound of huge horns also sounded around Khalil City, and spread around Khalil City layer by layer, spreading throughout a radius of hundreds of miles, and the countless camps that almost covered the entire land.

The soldiers started their work. They rode tall horses, walked through the gap between the tents, waved the long whips in their hands, and drove the captives, slaves, and serfs out of their respective tents.

A group of Jews who were clearly dressed much better than them also came to those tents, came to the frightened, angry, or numb crowd, and began to distribute food to them, leading them to cook and eat breakfast.

Three quarters of an hour later, it was completely bright.

Woo. Woo.
Another horn sounded, and the captives, slaves, and serfs, under the orders of the Jewish leader, began to line up, and followed the Jewish captain, a team of more than a dozen people, holding all kinds of tools, towards the Slowly marching towards the east.

One team after another, one team after another, like thin black lines, countless teams began to gather under the mountains in the west, and soon, a large black mass was gathered there, as if paved on the ground. A large black carpet.

Then, the day's work begins.

Carts were brought in one by one, and tracks of logs were paved.

Then, the black carpet covered the countless rocks at the foot of the mountain, and the densely packed captives, slaves, and serfs began to move these rocks under the command of the Jewish captain they led.

Smaller rocks were carried on carts, only a small part of these carts were pulled by horses or bulls, and most of the others had only ropes in front of them.

When the cart was full, the slaves with white cloths on their shoulders picked up the thick ropes, put them on their shoulders, and began to pull them forward.He leaned forward, some wearing tattered straw sandals, and some simply barefoot. Under the command of the leading Jew, they shouted slogans and worked hard together. Trembling and sweating on their backs, they would be fully loaded with goods. The cart of mountains and rocks is pulled forward.
The larger rocks were moved by levers made of wood onto tracks made of rolling wood. They were pushed by seven, eight, or a dozen people, and slowly moved forward along the rolling wood below, moving far away. Far away, the end of the horizon.
As for those small rocks, some were cut open by tools and turned into smaller rocks, which were loaded onto carts, while others were put on burdens or rattan baskets, carried by two or four people all the way east
This is a very simple job. Under the command and arrangement of the Jewish team leaders, everything is orderly and appears to be very regular.

But this is very hard work. Although the captives, slaves, and serfs have a lot of tools, they are very few on such a large construction site and on the heads of so many people.

Moving, cutting stones, pushing boulders, and pulling carts. Most of the work requires them to use their own strength to complete.Use their mortal powers to accomplish it.

After all, the high-ranking Martial Saints could help them bombard the mountain wall and save them from the dangerous work of chiseling the mountain wall themselves. This was already the most benevolent thing and they couldn't ask for more.

The sun rose slowly, and soon reached the mid-heaven.

The carts to the west that had been unloaded with stones were slowly pulled back. Along with them, there were logs to supplement the tracks, as well as food and water tanks.

In order to reduce attrition or injuries caused by high-intensity labor, they have three-quarters of an hour to rest during the hottest time at noon. They can eat, drink water, sit down or lie down to rest.

After the break, the horn sounded again, and the hard work in the afternoon continued again.
The most dangerous and difficult work of chiseling the mountain wall has been completed by Wu Sheng adults, but this work of moving rocks does not mean safety.

Many unlucky ones let go of their hands accidentally, and the stone fell and hit the feet, losing the ability to move.There are also some hills formed by the accumulation of rolling rocks, which are actually not stable. If the slaves who climb up to carry the rocks have a lot of care, the whole hill will collapse, injuring or even killing many people at once.

They were just captives, slaves or serfs. The wounded would naturally fend for themselves, and the dead would only be transported out and buried with those rocks.

But such small damages were originally planned by the big shots. Although they occur more or less every day, in terms of the huge number of captives, slaves, and serfs, these damages are only a drop in the bucket, not worth mentioning .

It was not until the evening, when the sun was about to set, that their day's work was over, and they could drag their heavy steps and follow the last wave of stone carts to their camp in the east to enjoy this rare, one-day trip. Sweet dreams rumbling all night.

This is the first mountain-moving project for human beings in Europa for thousands of years. Such difficult days will continue until the entire central plateau is opened up, and it will continue until you see the blue sea to the west and feel the slowly blowing wind. Salty sea breeze.

(End of this chapter)