Reincarnated To Evolve My Bee Empire Chapter 167 167: Development level 7 arrives on a train

Three hours later, I stood on the roof of the First Train next to my statue. Behind was a retinue of my bodyguards and Advisers. Even Ambrosia was still here, although only for a short while.

Several steps away was an assortnt of several lucky bees that I randomly picked and invited over.

There wasn't much space left on this roof.

In front of the train stood twenty rows of twenty bees in thick leather shoes. Each of the bees had ropes going over their shoulders, the other end of which went to the train. Side by side with them stood two bees with drums to set the marching rhythm.

That's right.

Since the Bee Empire didn't have draft animals or engine technology, this train was powered by muscle alone. As always, when there was a technological problem, the solution was to throw more workers at it and resolve it with crude force!

Many more bees were standing or hovering in the surroundings. All were silent but for the buzzing of their wings.

A trendous mont that I felt in my bones.

I raised my hand.

"Set off… MARCH!"

The drumrs set off the rhythm, and thousands of bees echoed:

"MARCH!"

Ever so slowly, shaking and creaking, the massive train with a dozen carts full of supplies for Hive Rich set off.

It looked unbelievable, but only four hundred bees were able to pull its colossal weight of several dozen tons down the railroad.

This was the power of wheels and rails!

My daughters, with their 30 strength, could pull around 10-20 kilograms of weight behind them over uneven ground.

But the friction resistance of wheels was 10 tis lower, allowing each bee to pull 10 tis more weight.

Smooth rails, even with wooden wheels, decreased the resistance even more, until each bee could pull 100-200 kilograms!

400 bees could pull the train for a long ti, and their sisters were resting inside the train, ready to switch the tired ones. There were so many bees eager to volunteer to work on the First Train, even as just its pullers, that Workharder had to threaten so overeager bees with her hamr.

The sight of all these girls working together to achieve sothing so monuntal was even more awe-inspiring than the train itself.

The spectators waved their hands, shouting goodbyes and wishing us luck. The sounds of their voices drowned everything I could've wanted to say myself, so I just silently grinned at my Advisers.

The system's voice magically drowned out even the noise outside.