With the anchor dropped, Su Mo stood on Hope One, which towered over the ocean like a god of war.
Clad in a full set of armor and wielding the awe-inspiring three-pointed two-edged sword, Su Mo stared straight ahead at the alien race grunts lining up.
Directly in front of him, the newly awakened Connie had already begun organizing their formation.
Within half an hour, these "diligent and hardworking" aliens had salvaged over 200 wooden chests. Added to the 790 they previously collected, it made for a neat little thousand.
As for the wooden chests further away, they had either drifted out of reach or were hidden beneath the biological ash left behind by the artillery fire. Trying to find them would not only waste time but also manpower and resources!
Therefore, seeing the efficiency drop lower and lower, Su Mo directly ordered a halt to the collection.
He had Moore bring all the surrendered aliens onto Hope One.
