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That evening, the fighting in Energy City completely ceased.

Human banners fluttered in the evening breeze atop the city walls. Ron stood at the edge of the camp, gazing at the smoking city behind him.

Before long, this magnificent city will disappear.

Given human greed, they would definitely pry up the entire floor of this giant city.

pity.

The remaining harvest will be distributed based on individual contributions.

Ron's legion is the size of a normal duchy, the only highlight being that there are three Tier 3 legions.

There's also a late-stage Tier 3 Margaret.

But there were too many people waiting to share the spoils, especially since the major powers wanted the lion's share, so Ron had given up hope of getting that much.

Fortunately, I had the foresight to subdue those two hundred-plus excavators.

When they were working behind the scenes demolishing buildings, their efficiency was almost on par with Ron's army of over ten thousand men.

This allowed Ron to amass a significant amount of resources.

Later, people from other kingdoms became envious of him and regretted not thinking of subduing these excavators.

I eliminated everything I encountered and collected the wreckage.

It only took two days.

The energy city has been almost completely demolished.

After Ron led the Silver Dragon Knights out of the city, he could see from afar that the once majestic city was shrinking at a visible rate.

The city wall was breached, the metal plates were pried off, and even the rivets on the city gate were taken.

The engineering corps of the major powers swarmed across the land like locusts, loading everything they could carry onto the airships.

The Business Alliance members were the most conspicuous. They had suffered heavy losses on the battlefield of the City of the Dead, and this time they wanted nothing more than to tear up the entire city of Energy and take it all away.

As Ron passed by a square where supplies were being moved, he saw the Commercial Alliance's engineers dismantling a turret base, even unscrewing the screws off the base.

Ron glanced at it once and continued walking.

Back at the camp, Hart greeted them and said that people had been coming to inquire about the excavator for the past few days.

First, commanders from several nearby duchies sent people to ask Ron how he got those excavators to surrender.

They had encountered a straggling Autobot squad before, but the other side preferred to self-destruct rather than surrender.

Ron casually replied, "Lucky," and sent the man away.

Then came envoys from several kingdoms, who were more imposing than the duchies and spoke with more confidence. They went around in circles asking Ron if he was willing to "transfer" a batch of excavators, saying they could offer a high price.

Ron didn't respond to that, only saying, "They're not for sale."

This made the kingdoms look bad.

After the news spread, there was a lot of gossip in the camp. Some said Ron was lucky, while others said he only got the opportunity because of that dragon.

Some people even said sourly, "What's the use of subduing them? Can you actually take them back with you in the end?"

Ron was drinking water when he heard this. He put down his cup, chuckled, and didn't respond.

That afternoon, more than two hundred excavators were working at Ron's camp.

They were organized into several small teams, responsible for building new fortifications and transporting supplies.

Those huge metal components were as light as toys in their hands. What would have required dozens of knights to lift was moved away by two excavators, one on each side.

A dark yellow excavator carried a 30-meter-long, 2-meter-thick steel beam across the camp, its steps steady and without even panting.

The knights nearby were stunned, and one of them muttered to himself:

"These big guys are incredibly strong..."

"That way, the Grand Duke won't make us do hard labor anymore."

Ron's knights were initially somewhat hostile towards these Autobots.

After all, many of his brothers died at the hands of the Autobots.

But after seeing how capable these excavators were, they all changed their attitudes.

"These excavators will be our most reliable partners from now on..."

"The Grand Duke was truly prescient!"

......

More than two hundred excavators continued to work diligently.

They have no intention of escaping now.

The main force of the Autobots was defeated, and most of their excavator family members were unable to escape due to their slow speed.

Aside from those that fell into the hands of several major powers, the one Ron subdued should be the last one.

Ron stood at the edge of the camp for a while, and Margaret stood beside him, her short legs dangling, also staring at the excavators for a moment before asking:

"We've struck it rich this time, haven't we?"

Ron smirked and said:

"So-so, so-so. All together, it's not even half of what we got last time."

"Oh! Then why are you laughing so happily?" Margaret didn't quite understand.

Ron patiently explained to her:

"It's different. Last time we ran into an idiot."

This was just a normal battle, and the spoils are already four or five times that of the neighboring duchies.

Even after the major powers distribute the spoils, it will still be quite a fortune.

Margaret tilted her head: "I don't think those major powers would be that generous."

Ron agreed, sighing:

"It's a pity Victoria went back to the Terran World to recuperate, otherwise she could definitely have gotten a bigger share."

After Victoria left, Ron didn't know anyone on this battlefield anymore, and without acquaintances, it was difficult to get things done.

Once the matter of Energy City is settled, he will prepare to leave the main force of the coalition.

Go down and wipe out the smaller races.

Following these large groups not only carries the risk of being used as cannon fodder, but also means only getting a sip of the spoils when it comes to dividing the spoils.

And that's only if the other party is fair in their dealings.

Otherwise, there wouldn't even be a drop of soup.

That evening, Hart delivered the latest intelligence.

The remnants of the Autobot army are still on their way. There are many wounded in the group, so they are moving slowly. They are still about two or three days away from Snow City.

The human alliance has no immediate plans to pursue them.

The Snow City is not close. There are also the territories of more than a dozen smaller races in between.

For humanity, it's not worthwhile to stretch the battle lines too far, and the division of the energy city is not yet completely over.

What good would it do to let the Autobots escape to the snowy city?

Humanity's next military offensive will target the Snow City and the Temple of the Moon.

The only difference between them going there and dying sooner or later is that they'll run there.

However, to the surprise of the humans, things soon took a new turn.