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Boom!

The phantom of a hundred-meter-long, huge, golden stick smashed into the steep mountain wall at once!

With this violent blow, countless large and small stones rumbled down the mountain wall, and the huge mountain rocks tumbled and bounced on the mountain, as if there had been a small earthquake, and the whole ground trembled slightly.

Floating in mid-air was a bald, strong, brown-skinned man in armor studded with various brilliant gems, holding a long stick made of gold in his hand.

There is no doubt that this is a Pharaoh from Egypt, a martial saint-level pharaoh, and the huge golden stick phantom was wielded by him.

He didn't stop, he only paused for less than a second, and then he swung out again!

Boom!

Again, the mountain wall exploded, and countless rocks rolled down, rumbling, rolling towards the foot of the mountain.

Stick after stick, stick after stick, each stick was like a thunderbolt, each stick shook the whole ground, and each stick knocked down thousands of tons of rocks.

Knock! knock......

The continuous bombardment continued for four or five hours before it ended, and a glimmer of light slowly appeared in the sky, and dawn was coming.

Knock!

With two more swings, he smashed the hill that had fallen at the foot of the mountain and was made of countless boulders, smashing some of the boulders that were too big inside. The Egyptian pharaoh put away his stick and flew towards the distant city of Khalil, and then slowly landed in the city.

The sun rose and shone on the earth.

Woo...... Woo......

A loud trumpet also sounded around the city of Khalil, and spread around the city of Khalil, spreading all over a radius of hundreds of miles, covering almost the entire land of countless tents.

The soldiers began their work, riding tall horses, navigating the gaps between the tents, waving their long whips, and driving the captives, slaves, and serfs out of their tents.

Jews, who were obviously much better dressed than they were, came to the tents, to the frightened, angry, or numb crowds, and began to distribute food to them, and to lead them in the preparation of breakfast and breakfast.

Three quarters of an hour passed, and the sky was completely bright.

Woo...... Woo......

Another trumpet sounded, and the captives, slaves, and serfs, at the command of the Jews who led them, began to line up, and followed the captain of the Jews, a group of a dozen men, with all sorts of tools, slowly marching towards the east.

Team after team, team after team, like a thin black line, countless teams began to assemble under the mountains in the west, and soon, a large area of black pressure was gathered there, as if a large black carpet was spread on the earth.

Then, the day's work begins.

Large trucks were brought over, and log tracks were paved.

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

Small rocks were loaded onto carts, only a small part of which were pulled by horses or oxen, and most of the others had ropes in front of them.

When the cart was full, the slaves, with a white cloth on their shoulders, picked up the thick ropes, carried them on their shoulders, and began to pull them forward. Leaning forward, some in tattered straw sandals, some barefoot, they shouted trumpets under the command of the Jews who led the group, and together they pulled forward the cart laden with rocks, trembling and sweating......

The larger rocks were moved onto the rails made of wood by levers made of wood, and were pushed by seven or eight, or a dozen people, along the logs below, and slowly moved forward, far, far away, to the end of the horizon......

And those small rocks, some of them were chiseled by tools, turned into smaller rocks, and carried onto carts, and some were put on burdens, or rattan baskets, carried by two people, or four people, all the way east......

It was a very simple job, and under the command and arrangement of the Jewish leaders, everything was in order and seemed very regular.

But this was very hard work, and although the captives, slaves, and serfs had a lot of tools, they were very few on average on such a large construction site and on the heads of so many people.

Carrying, chiseling, pushing boulders, pulling carts...... Most of the work is done by them using their own strength. It was done with their mortal strength.

After all, the high-ranking Martial Saint Masters were able to help them bombard the mountain wall, saving them from the dangerous work of digging the mountain wall themselves, which was already considered benevolent and righteous, and they couldn't ask for more.

The sun slowly rises and soon rises to mid-heaven.

The carts that had unloaded the stones on the west side were slowly pulled back, and with them arrived, the logs that replenished the tracks, as well as the 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 of the day, where they can eat, drink, sit down or lie down to rest.

After the break, the horn sounded again, and the hard work of the afternoon continued......

The most dangerous and difficult work of chiseling the mountain wall has been done by the Martial Saints, but this work of carrying the rocks does not mean that it is safe.

Many unlucky people accidentally let go, and the stone fell, and they fell on the surface of their feet, losing the ability to move. There are also some small hills formed by the accumulation of falling rocks, which are actually not stable, and the slaves who climb up to carry the rocks will cause the whole hill to collapse, and many people will be injured or even killed at once.

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

But such small injuries were already in the plans of the big guys, although they were more or less every day, but for the huge number of captives, slaves, and serfs, these injuries were only a drop in the bucket, and they were not worth mentioning.

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

This is the first time in Europa's millennia that humans have moved mountains, and such arduous days will continue until the entire central plateau is opened, and until you see the blue sea to the west and feel the salty sea breeze blowing slowly.