Build a Swarm Tech Tree in Konoha

Chapter 610 The Most Expensive Weapon

No matter how hard the training is, you need to rest. The rest arranged by Younv Tiewan is: digging ditches.

The Chishui River Valley is the most famous grain producing area in the mainland. The land is very fertile and the rivers are densely covered with water for easy irrigation. It is said that one grain of wheat can be planted and four grains can be harvested.

This certainly does not mean that one seed germinates, emerges, tillers, and has four ears, with only one grain on each ear.

However, less than 40.00% of the wheat seeds can germinate after sowing, only 20.00% can grow to tillers, and only [-]% can survive before earing.

These sparse wheat finally boiled until the grout was filled, and as a result, the proportion of empty wheat kernels was even as high as 60.00%.

Theoretically, the maximum harvest of one grain of wheat can reach 160 grains. After this series of weakening, only four grains are left.

This is already the highest average harvest across the continent.

Younv Tiewan was really puzzled when he heard this data. In his memory, after wheat suffered a particularly serious disaster, the ratio of seeds to harvest in the entire region can also reach [-]:[-].

One to four, what the hell is that?

Even if the rabbits' one-to-thirty ratio cannot be achieved, Song Song's one-to-ten ratio should be achieved.

However, the spring seed that just passed gave Younv Tiewan a critical blow, and he finally opened his eyes. How can farming be like this?

Dig the ground with a wooden plow and sprinkle in the seeds.

Gone.

The seeds were not covered with soil, and the birds were allowed to eat them.

At that time, Younv Tie Wan exploded and asked why the seeds were not covered.

As a result, the serfs told them that it was too laborious to do so, and they firmly believed that covering the soil would not be conducive to the germination of the seeds.

No wonder the germination rate is less than half. It turns out that the seeds have been eaten by birds.

Younv Tie Wan thought about it and realized something was wrong. Leave it alone, the birds can eat up the seeds, not to mention half the germination rate, it is impossible to have all of them. There must be some way to solve this problem.

So he asked again: "What do these birds do when they finish eating the seeds?"

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

Question: There is no master to hunt this year, what will you do?
Answer: I don't know, I haven't thought about it.

Younu Tiewan was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. In the end, he threatened violence and tempted everyone to eat, forcing everyone to cover the seeds.

But now, everyone is delighted to find that the seeds have germinated, and the germination rate is as high as 60.00%. This is simply a miracle!

The prestige of Younv Tiewan skyrocketed again on the basis of victory, and everyone called him the "magic seed magician". For the people at the bottom, helping them to fill their stomachs is far more worthwhile than leading them to win a battle Respect.

With the help of this reputation, Younv Tieswan claimed that digging canals would increase the yield of wheat. No one questioned it.

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

Well, in this world, only this newly formed serf army, without any history, can carry out such a task, even though they are somewhat reluctant.

Without knowing it, Younv Tiewan painted the most important color of the Red Army, and the future of this army was determined.

……

During the busy intervals, everyone sat in a row on the straight ridge of the field, wiped sweat, drank water and fanned the wind, and chatted with each other during the break to relieve boredom.

So someone curiously asked Younv Tiewan: "My lord, what are those lords doing now?"

Younv Tiewan couldn't help being stunned: "Which lords do you want to ask?"

The red-clothed soldiers who heard his words focused their eyes, and they looked at another field ridge, where six people were sitting awkwardly.

It was the six lords who were captured in the last war. They are currently captives of the Red Army, free labor.

During the half-day and one-night pursuit, the red-clothed army captured more than 1 prisoners in total, but in the end only eleven prisoners remained, six lords and five magicians.

After the others confiscated their weapons and armor, they were released by Younv Tetsuwan.

It is true that the food seized before was not enough, and after feeding most of the people, there was not enough food left to feed so many captives. Although I was very envious of these laborers, I had to let them go.

You can't dig a hole and bury it.

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

Younv Tetsuwan thought for a while, and said: "I'm probably drinking and eating meat at this time, and I'm going to start my journey later, continue to advance to our place, while walking, imagining how to rob this place after defeating us."

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

His question aroused the dissatisfaction of many soldiers, and someone immediately shouted: "Idiot, last time we could easily win with 8000 people, but this time we have 4 people, and we will definitely win."

Some soldiers said worriedly: "But I heard that with the addition of dragon knights this time, the number of soldiers will increase to 20 at once."

The brave soldier retorted disdainfully: "Hmph, the Dragon Knights have rockets to deal with them. No matter how many soldiers there are, can they still have as many bullets as we do?"

For a while, the soldiers couldn't care less about Younv Tiewan, they divided themselves into several groups, and quarreled with each other.

It wasn't until an officer couldn't bear the noise and realized that there was something wrong with order, he stood up and loudly stopped the noise.

"Stop talking nonsense, and listen to the adults quietly!"

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 united with each other, and even contradictory."

"Not only did we have five times more comrades in arms, but we were all comrades fighting for the same goal."

"Fight to live! Fight to live better!!"

"Victory must belong to us!"

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

"In order to be full, you must win!"

"In order to eat meat, we must win!"

Hearing this down-to-earth declaration of victory, Younv Tiewan Haoxuan didn't laugh on the spot.

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

With such determination to make the final guarantee, the victory has been firmly grasped by him.

Younv Tieswan's restless heart couldn't help but start to agitate. He looked at the distant mountains and began to ponder: "Should I take the initiative to attack?"

In the ninja world, Yume Tetsumaru is still very responsible. He prepared seriously for 20 years and reserved a large number of cadres, and then he took over the world.

But that was too stable, everything came naturally, and all the plans were completed in a logical manner. I didn't enjoy any hearty pleasure during the whole process, and it was even very boring.

The coolness often appears in the process that is not going well.

Younu Tiewan was a little moved, he wanted to make it harder for himself.

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

……

The magician of Soyas staggered out of the temple. As the leader of the magician who escaped finally, he was captured by several gods, moved between several temples, and accepted round after round of review.

After tossing back and forth for a month, at the urging of the twelve great mages of the Magicians Association, he regained his freedom and walked out of the temple.

The one who came to pick him up was a great magician with a beard pulled down to his belly button.

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

"Archmage Nagrand..."

"Don't be long-winded, you will have to take a trip next time and tell us old guys what happened to you."

"The most important thing is, what have you discovered? It would be even better if there are some harvests."

There was a smile on Sawyers' pale face, and he said proudly: "I have discovered, and I have gained a lot, and I have not been searched by the magic sticks."

Archmage Nagrand laughed triumphantly, ignoring the fact that he was at the entrance of the temple, and then grabbed Sawyas and boarded a huge metal puppet.

Under the flow of magic power, the steel giant strode away with two stubby legs and rumbled away.

Not long after, in a hidden half-plane magic tower, more than thirty magicians with surging magic power gathered in the meeting room.

Some of them surrounded Soyas, asking various questions in a hurry.

And more people sat at the edge of the table, picked up rifles or bullets, watched and studied carefully.

The structure of the rifle is extremely simple, with a total of only 43 parts, mainly concentrated on the bolt.

After the rifle was disassembled, the structural problems were quickly studied thoroughly, but the materials of the firing pin, spring and barrel made the mages embarrassed.

But compared to rifles, bullets are the biggest problem.

The bullet is an integrated bullet with a copper casing. After disassembly, it is separated into a bullet casing, a warhead, and smokeless powder. It seems simpler, but all mages can't help frowning.

The bullet casings are passed from one mage to another. They are the most powerful mages in the world, they are able to build magic towers independently of the lord, and they are the smartest group of people in the whole world.

But at this time, the smartest mind was stumped by the small bullet casing.

After being immersed in thinking, the magic power of the magicians lost control to a certain extent.

Someone's eyes danced with the light of flames, and accidentally ignited the long solid wood table.

Dense lines of magic power emerged on someone's arm, intertwined layer upon layer, forming a layered magic circle.

Someone summoned many luminous discs to fix and float above the head, illuminating the inside and outside of the bullet case in his hand, and magnified the bullet with a circle of rotating magic circles like precision machinery.

Once someone gets a new idea, he will record his inspiration on one side of the wall, and then discuss it with each other, and even have a heated argument.

The most elite magicians were discussing with each other. Thanks to the contribution of Mage Soyas, they got the first-hand real objects, so they quickly figured out the material of the bullets and the firing mechanism of the rifle.

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

The light balls are constantly moving, increasing or decreasing in number, and many magicians continue to put forward various opinions.

After a long period of trying, until the fourth kind of light sphere was added, the four-color light spheres were finally combined reasonably, forming a rather complicated structure.

All the mages nodded in satisfaction, that is exactly the molecular structure of cellulose trinitrate.

Soon, magicians deduced the preparation method of cellulose trinitrate through magic rituals such as prophecy, wishing, and foreknowledge.

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

The magicians exclaimed: "How can it be so simple?"

The few archmages who reacted the fastest were full of admiration, and they sighed loudly: "It's as simple as that, and only in this way can mass production be possible."

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

In the end, everyone nodded slightly to show that there was no problem.

After the magician reached a consensus, he became more and more frowning.

Sawyers couldn't help asking: "Masters, is it difficult to prepare this weapon?"

The archmages looked at each other, thinking that this little guy collected a lot of weapons and bullets from the battlefield, and cleverly hid them, escaped the search and torture of the magic sticks, and delivered them to himself and others. It is a great contribution.

So the Nagrand Archmage with a particularly long beard explained to him: "Boy, this weapon is extremely ingeniously designed, but its structure is not complicated. We can directly manufacture the real thing now."

Archmage Nagrand suddenly showed a wry smile on his face, and said helplessly: "But we can only make a few pieces, and the quality is definitely not as good as the spoils you brought."

"First of all, this kind of explosive, except you, any mage present can make it with the help of the magic tower, but the quantity can only be made from [-] kilogram to [-] grams a day."

"And this bullet casing, together with the ultra-sensitive explosives that detonate on impact, I can manufacture no more than twenty bullets a day."

"The barrel, the firing pin, and the spring are fine in shape, but their strength and elasticity are big problems."

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

"Mithril, only by using Mithril can the steel be close to the level of the sample, but the cost is too exaggerated."

Archmage Nagrand said: "You said that those guys in red clothes all have such weapons, and everyone carries more than two hundred such bullets."

Sawyers nodded blankly and said, "That's right, I knocked down at least [-] Red Army soldiers when I was retreating. Everyone has a rifle and a lot of bullets."

Archmage Nagrand said with a wry smile: "Then we can't do it, we can't do it at all,"

"Even if magicians and craftsmen from all over the world are assembled and work hard together, according to this standard, we can only meet the equipment needs of [-] soldiers."

"But you know our human cost. I'm afraid only we, His Majesty the King and Your Excellency the Duke can afford such a weapon."

(End of this chapter)