Inside the [Mechanical Workshop], everything was in full swing.
[Load-Bearer Mechas], ox carts, and horse-drawn carriages unloaded the collected aircraft wreckage onto the open ground.
All kinds of wreckage had formed three or four "small hills."
Of the 500 [Dark Goblin Combat Aircraft], 499 had been destroyed.
Zong Shen had deliberately stored the one surviving combat aircraft in [Pascal Contract's Big Pocket (Gold)], along with its Dark Goblin Pilot.
He had simply knocked it out and packed both pilot and aircraft into the Big Pocket.
[Pascal Contract's Big Pocket (Gold)] had several strict requirements when carrying living creatures.
First, the living creature had to be subjectively willing to enter the Big Pocket.
For example, the troops he had carried during his large-scale deployments in the past.
If they could not be made willing, knocking them unconscious was also a good option.
Zong Shen had deliberately brought the Dark Goblin Pilot back with him.
Though these fellows could not be turned, they could definitely communicate.
When the time came, he could bind the Dark Goblin Pilot's limbs or simply break them.
Then hand it over to Iron Hand Barenk for questioning.
As long as they could get answers to a few relevant technical questions, it would provide Iron with significant inspiration.
Zong Shen's arrival did not attract Iron's attention.
This fellow had a fervent worship of mechanical things and a passion for research flowing through its very bones.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Iron!"
With his hands behind his back, Zong Shen called out to Iron Hand Barenk, who was intently rummaging through a pile of wreckage.
"Iron" was Zong Shen's personal nickname for it; everyone else usually called it "Master Iron Hand."
Thus, Iron Hand Barenk jolted and immediately knew that Zong Shen had arrived.
It stood up from the wreckage pile,