No matter how hard the training is, you also need to rest, and the rest arranged by the oil girl Iron Pill is: digging a canal.

The Chishui River Valley is the most famous grain producing area on the mainland, the land is very fertile, the rivers are dense and easy to irrigate, and it is said that four grains of wheat can be harvested by planting one grain.

This does not mean, of course, that a seed germinates, emerges, tillers, and spikes into four, with only one grain on each ear.

However, less than 40 percent of the wheat seeds can germinate after sowing, only 20 percent can grow to tillers, and only 10 percent can survive before the ears are formed.

The sparse wheat finally boiled to the filling, and the end result was as high as 60% of the wheat grains.

Theoretically, the maximum harvest of a grain of wheat can reach 160 grains, and after this series of weakenings, only four grains remain.

This is already the highest average harvest on the entire continent.

When he heard this data, he was really confused, and he remembered that after a particularly major disaster in wheat, the ratio of seeds to harvest in the entire region could reach 1:8.

One to four, what the hell is that?

Even if you can't make it to the rabbits' one to thirty, the one to ten of the Song Song should be achieved.

However, the spring planting that had just passed gave the oil girl Iron Pill a critical blow, and he finally opened his eyes, how could the farming be like this?

Dig the ground with a plow of wood and sprinkle the seeds.

Nope.

The kind of seed that doesn't even bring soil covering, and lets the birds peck at it.

At that time, the oil girl iron pill exploded, and asked why she didn't cover the seeds.

As a result, the serfs told that it was too strenuous, and they firmly believed that covering the soil was not conducive to the germination of the seeds.

No wonder the germination rate is less than half, and it turns out that the seeds are eaten by birds.

After thinking about it, the oil girl iron pill found out that it was wrong, leave it alone like this, the bird can eat all the seeds, not to mention half of the germination rate, it is impossible to have it, there must be some way to solve this problem.

So he asked again, "What if the birds have eaten the seeds?" ”

Answer: In the past, the old men would come to hunt, and as long as the birds were taken down as much as possible, the loss of seeds would not be all.

Q: What are you going to do if you don't have a master to hunt this year?

A: I don't know, I haven't thought about it.

The oil girl Tetsumaru was so depressed that she almost vomited blood, but in the end, he still used violent threats and temptation with food to force everyone to cover the seeds.

And now, everyone is happy to find that the seeds have germinated, and the germination rate is as high as 65%, which is a miracle!

The popularity of the oil girl Tetsumaru skyrocketed again on the basis of victory, and everyone called him "Magical Seed Magician", and for the people at the bottom, helping them to feed their stomachs was far more respectable than leading them to win a battle.

With the help of this prestige, Yau Tetsumaru claimed that digging a canal would increase the yield of wheat, and no one questioned it, and everyone did their best to dig according to the plan made by Yau Tetsumaru.

But there are always long canals that are difficult to dig, which requires a more organized and disciplined army.

Well, in this world, only this army of serfs, which had just been formed and had no history, was able to carry out such a task, although they were somewhat reluctant.

Without any self-knowledge, the oil girl Tetsumaru painted the most important color of the Red Army, and the future of this army was determined.

……

In the busy interval, everyone sat in a row on the straight ridge, wiped sweat, drank water and fanned the wind, and chatted with each other to relieve boredom during rest.

So someone asked the oil girl Iron Pill curiously: "My lord, what are those lords doing now?" ”

The oil girl Iron Pill couldn't help but be stunned: "Which lords do you want to ask?" ”

The red-clad soldiers who heard his words focused their eyes on another ridge, where six restless people were sitting.

It is the six lords captured in the last war, who are currently prisoners of the Red Coats, free labor.

During the half-day and night-long pursuit, the Redcoats captured more than 10,000 captives, but in the end, eleven captives were left, six lords and five magicians.

After confiscating the weapons and armor, the others were released by the oil girl Iron Pill.

It was really that there was not enough food captured before, and after most of the people were fed, there was no surplus food to feed so many captives, and although they coveted these laborers, they had to be let go.

You can't dig a pit and bury it.

The soldier shook his head and said, "Of course it's not them, I'm talking about the lords outside the mountain." ”

The oil girl Tetsumaru thought for a moment and said, "This time is probably drinking and eating meat, and when the meeting is about to start, continue to move towards us, and as he walks, he fantasizes about robbing this place after defeating us." ”

Another soldier asked, "My lord, can we win this time?" ”

His question aroused the dissatisfaction of many soldiers, and some people immediately shouted: "Stupid, last time we could easily win with 8,000 people, this time we have 40,000 people, and we will definitely win." ”

Some soldiers said worriedly: "But I heard that this time there are dragon knights joining, and the number of soldiers will increase to 200,000 at once." ”

The brave soldier retorted disdainfully: "Hmph, the dragon knight has rockets to deal with, no matter how many soldiers there are, can they still have more bullets than ours?" ”

For a while, the soldiers couldn't take care of the oil girl iron pills, and they divided themselves into several groups and quarreled with each other.

Until an officer couldn't stand the noise and realized that order was going wrong, he stood up and stopped the noise loudly.

"Don't talk nonsense, listen to adults quietly!"

Oil Girl Tetsumaru stood up and said loudly, "The enemy has added dragon knights, but we have also added rockets and heavy machine guns!" ”

"The number of enemies has increased sevenfold, but they are not unified with each other, and even contradictory to each other."

"Not only have we increased the number of comrades fivefold, but we are all comrades fighting for the same goal."

"Fight to survive! Fight for a better life!! ”

"Victory must be ours!"

The soldiers cheered loudly, they waved soft cloth hats, all kinds of farm tools, and cheered loudly.

"To be fed, you must win!"

"For the sake of meat, you will win!"

Hearing such a down-to-earth declaration of victory, the oil girl Iron Pill didn't laugh on the spot.

But he knows that this kind of speech of true emotion is a declaration that people are truly powerful and ready to die.

With such determination as a final guarantee, victory has been firmly grasped by him.

The restless heart of the oil girl Tetsumaru couldn't help but start to be restless, his eyes looked at the mountains in the distance, and he began to wonder in his heart: "Do you want to take the initiative?" ”

In the ninja world, the oil girl Tetsumaru is still very responsible, he has been preparing very seriously for twenty years, and has reserved a large number of cadres, so he turned around and took down the world.

But it was too stable, everything fell into place, and all the plans were completed naturally, and the whole process was not enjoyed at all, and it was even very boring.

The feeling of refreshment often appears in the process that is not so smooth.

The oil girl Iron Pill was a little moved, and he wanted to make it a little difficult for himself.

At this time, as the whistle sounded, it was time to rest, and everyone picked up their tools and stood up, and then continued to dig the ditch along the edge of the ridge.

……

Soyas staggered out of the temple, and as the last leader of the magicians to escape, he was captured by several gods, and he was subjected to rounds of scrutiny.

After a month of tossing and turning, under the urging of the twelve archmages of the Wizards Association, he regained his freedom and walked out of the temple.

He was picked up by a great magician with a beard pulled down to his navel.

Seeing this obvious feature, Soyas immediately lowered his head and saluted respectfully.

"Grand Master of Nagrand......"

"Don't be verbose, I'm going to work hard for you to go and tell us old guys what happened."

"The most important thing is that you have discovered something, and it would be better if you had something to gain."

A smile appeared on Soyas's pale face, and he said proudly: "There are discoveries, and there are also great gains, and they have not been searched by the gods. ”

The Grand Mage of Nagrand laughed triumphantly, not even thinking that he was at the door of the temple, and then grabbed Soyas and climbed onto a huge metal golem.

Under the flow of magic, the iron giant stepped out of his short and thick legs and roared away.

Soon after, in a hidden half-plane magic tower, more than thirty magicians with surging magic gathered in the conference room.

Some of them gathered around Soyas, asking all sorts of questions.

Many more sat at the table, picked up rifles or bullets, looked at them carefully, studied them.

The structure of the rifle was extremely simple, with a total of only forty-three parts, which were also mainly concentrated on the bolt machine.

After disassembling the rifle, the structural problems were quickly studied thoroughly, but the materials of the three parts, the firing pin, the spring and the barrel, were difficult for the mages.

But compared to rifles, bullets are the biggest problem.

The bullet is a copper-shelled integrated bullet, which is separated into a cartridge case, a warhead, and smokeless gunpowder after being disassembled, which seems simpler, but all the mages can't help but frown.

The bullet casings passed through the hands of mages, all of whom were the most powerful mages in the world, the smartest few in the entire world who could build a magic tower independently of their lords.

But at this point, the smartest head was stumped by the tiny bullet casing.

After thinking about it, the magicians' magic went out of control to a certain extent.

Someone's eyes danced with the glow of flames, and they accidentally lit the long table of solid wood.

Dense magical lines appeared on someone's arm, interlaced layer upon layer, forming a layered magic array.

Someone summoned many luminous discs to be fixed and suspended on their heads, illuminating the bullet casings in their hands inside and out, and magnifying the bullets with a magic array that rotated like a precision machine.

As soon as someone gets a new idea, he records his inspiration on one wall and then discusses it with each other, even a heated argument.

The most elite magicians discussed with each other, and thanks to the contribution of Mage Soyas, they were able to get first-hand physical objects, so they quickly figured out the material of the bullet and the firing mechanism of the rifle.

Based on everyone's opinions, Ente, the owner of the magic tower, created an illusion in the center of the hall, which was a ball of light of three colors of different sizes.

The orbs of light are constantly moving in place, increasing or decreasing in number, and many mages are constantly giving various opinions.

After a long period of experimentation, until the fourth type of light sphere was added, the four color light spheres were finally reasonably combined to form a rather complex structure.

All the mages nodded in satisfaction, it was the molecular structure of cellulose trinitrate.

Soon, through magical rituals such as prophecy, wishing, and foreknowledge, magicians came up with the preparation method of cellulose trinitrate.

The result turned out to be soaking cotton in a nitric acid solution.

The magicians exclaimed, "How can it be so simple? ”

The archmages who reacted the fastest were full of admiration, and they sighed loudly: "It's that simple, only in this way can it be produced on a large scale." ”

After Ente completed the molecular formula and divined the preparation method, the other magicians calculated or tested it with magic, and even prepared a part of it on the spot for testing.

In the end, everyone nodded lightly to indicate that there was no problem.

After the magician reached a consensus, his face became more and more sad.

Soyas couldn't help but ask, "Archmages, is it difficult to prepare this weapon?" ”

The archmages looked at each other, thinking that this little guy had collected a large number of weapons and bullets from the battlefield, and cleverly hid them, evaded the search and torture of the gods, and sent them to himself and others, which was a great merit.

So the bearded Grand Master of Nagrand explained to him, "Boy, this weapon is extremely cleverly designed, but the structure is not complicated, and we can make it directly now. ”

A wry smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Grand Master of Nagrand, and he said helplessly: "But we can only make a few pieces, and the quality is definitely not as good as the loot you brought." ”

"First of all, this explosive element, except for you, any mage present can make it with the assistance of the magic tower, but the quantity can only be made from one kilogram to one thousand three hundred grams a day."

"And this bullet casing, plus the hypersensitive explosive that detonates on impact, I can make no more than twenty pieces a day."

"This barrel, this firing pin and the spring, there is no problem with the shape, but their strength and elasticity are the big problem."

"None of us know how to make it, not even divination and prophecy, the gap is too big."

"Mithril, only with the use of Mithril can steel come close to the level of a sample, but this cost is too exaggerated."

"You said that all those guys in red have such weapons, and all of them carry more than two hundred rounds of these bullets. ”

Soyas nodded blankly and said, "That's right, I knocked down at least thirty red-clothed soldiers when I retreated, each of them had a rifle, and the number of bullets was also large. ”

Master Nagrand smiled bitterly and said, "Then we can't do it, we can't do it at all,"

"Even if we gather magicians and craftsmen from all over the world and work hard together, according to this standard, we can only meet the equipment needs of three hundred soldiers."

"But you know the cost of our manpower, and I am afraid that only we, His Majesty the King, and His Excellency the Duke can use such weapons."

(End of chapter)