Gu Xi's interruption left Su Zhou not knowing how to continue.
Still, the helplessness he could not suppress at the corners of his mouth was plain to see.
After Gu Xi finished laughing, they finally got down to business.
At that moment, Gu Xi had to admit that when those above favored something, those below would take it even further.
Gong Lingyu had promoted the Mud Head Truck project, and all her disciples had followed her example.
It was just that everyone had researched it in different directions.
Gu Xi's approach was to get every undead soldier under his command who could ride in a vehicle onto a Mud Head Truck.
And over the past three years, he had worked hard to make that happen.
Whenever Gu Xi acted now, Mud Head Trucks and the Undead Army traveled together, forming an infantry-armor coordinated force.
As for the other senior brothers, they each had their own research directions.
Su Zhou's direction, for instance, was how to make Mud Head Trucks better suited for Heroes.
That was right. Su Zhou's plan was to build small Hero fortresses, even turning Mud Head Trucks into temporary mounts for players.
After all, not every player was like Gu Xi, starting out with an Evil Coffin and surviving its most difficult early period, then adding all kinds of small buildings to turn the Evil Coffin into a small RV.
Sometimes, they only had horses or other mounts.
Those with particularly bad luck might have to travel on foot all the way into their twenties.
Such people were not uncommon.
After all, Gu Xi had once thought that every Underworld Master could command at least an army in the tens of millions.
But after seeing Cui Xian, he understood that he himself was merely an exception, not