Create a swarm technology tree in Konoha

No matter how hard you train, you still need a break. The rest Aburame Tetsumaru arranged was: 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 populated for easy irrigation. It is said that if you plant one grain of wheat, you can harvest four grains.

This certainly does not mean that one seed germinates, emerges, tillers, and grows into four ears, with each ear having only one grain of wheat.

But after sowing, less than 40% of the wheat seeds can germinate, only 20% can grow into tillers, and only 10% can survive before growing into ears.

These sparse wheat finally got through to filling, and as a result, the proportion of empty wheat kernels in the end could even be as high as 60%.

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

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

Aburame Tetsumaru was really confused when he heard this data. In his memory, after the wheat suffered a particularly serious disaster, the ratio of seeds to harvest in the entire region could reach one to eight.

One to four, what the hell is that?

Even if you can't achieve the 1:30 of the rabbits, you should still be able to achieve the 1:10 of the Song Dynasty.

However, the Haruze that just passed gave Aburame Tetsumaru a critical blow, and he finally opened his eyes. How could farming be like this?

Use a wooden plow to dig up the ground and spread the seeds.

Gone.

The seeds were not even covered with soil, allowing the birds to peck at them.

At that time, the Aburame iron pill exploded and asked why the seeds were not covered.

As a result, the serfs told them that it was too laborious, and they firmly believed that covering the soil with soil was not 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.

After thinking about it, Aburame Tetsumaru realized something was wrong. If left alone, the birds would eat all the seeds. Let alone half the germination rate, it would be impossible to achieve even 10%. There must be some way to solve this problem.

So he asked again: "What should we do if these birds eat the seeds?"

Answer: In the past, gentlemen would come hunting. As long as they shot down as many birds as possible, the loss of seeds would not be total.

Question: What will you do if there is no master coming to hunt this year?

Answer: I don’t know, I haven’t thought about it.

Aburame Tetsumaru was so depressed that he almost vomited blood. In the end, he threatened with violence and tempted them with food, 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 65%. This is simply a miracle!

Aburame Tetsumaru's reputation skyrocketed again based on his victory. Everyone called him the "Magical Seed Magician". For the people at the bottom, helping them fill their bellies was far more worthwhile than leading them to win a battle. Respect.

With the help of this reputation, Aburame Tetsumaru claimed that digging ditches could increase wheat production. No one questioned it, and everyone tried their best to dig according to the plan formulated by Aburame Tetsumaru.

However, there are always some long ditches that are difficult to dig, which requires an army with higher organization and discipline to do it.

Well, in this world, only this serf army, which had just been formed, had no history, and was as blank as a piece of paper, could perform such a task, even though they were somewhat reluctant.

Without any self-awareness, Aburame Tetsumaru painted the Red Army with the most important color, and the future of this army was determined.

…

During the busy period, everyone sat in rows on the straight field ridge, wiping sweat, drinking water, fanning themselves, and chatting with each other to relieve their boredom during breaks.

So someone curiously asked Aburame Tetsumaru: "Sir, what are those lords doing now?"

Aburame Tetsumaru couldn't help but be stunned: "Which lords do you want to ask?"

The eyes of the Red Army soldiers who heard his words sharpened and they looked towards another field bank, where six uneasy people were sitting.

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

During the half-day and night of pursuit, the Red Army captured more than 10,000 prisoners in total, but in the end only eleven prisoners, six lords and five magicians were left.

After the others confiscated their weapons and armor, they were released by Aburame Tetsumaru.

It is true that the grain captured before was not enough. After most of the people were fed, there was no surplus grain to feed so many prisoners. Although they were very greedy for these laborers, they could only let them go.

You can't just dig a hole 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."

Aburame Tetsumaru thought for a while and said: "I am probably drinking and eating meat at this time. I will start on my way later and continue to move towards us. While walking, I fantasize about robbing this place after defeating us."

Another soldier asked: "Sir, can we win this time?"

His question aroused the dissatisfaction of many soldiers, and someone immediately shouted: "Idiot, last time there were 8,000 of us and we could easily win. This time we have 40,000, and we will definitely win."

Some soldiers said worriedly: "But I heard that with the dragon knights joining this time, the number of soldiers will suddenly increase to 200,000."

The brave soldier retorted disdainfully: "Humph, 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 moment, the soldiers didn't care about Aburame Tetsumaru. They divided themselves into several groups and started arguing in all directions.

Until an officer couldn't bear the noise and realized that there was a problem with order, he stood up and loudly stopped the noise.

"Stop talking nonsense, just be quiet and listen to the adults!"

Aburame 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 have disunity and even contradictory relationships with each other."

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

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

"Victory must belong to us!"

The soldiers cheered loudly, waving soft cloth hats and various farm tools, cheering loudly.

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

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

Hearing such a down-to-earth declaration of victory, Aburame Tetsumaru Haoxuan did not laugh on the spot.

But he knew that this kind of true emotional speech was the truly powerful declaration that a person was ready to die.

With such determination as the final guarantee, victory was already firmly in his grasp.

Aburame Tetsumaru's restless heart couldn't help but start to feel restless. He looked at the mountains in the distance and began to wonder in his mind: "Should we take the initiative to attack?"

In the ninja world, Aburame Tetsumaru is still very responsible. He prepared carefully for twenty years and reserved a large number of cadres before taking over the world.

But it was too stable, everything fell into place, and the entire plan was completed naturally. I didn't enjoy any hearty pleasure in the whole process, and it was even very boring.

The feeling of refreshment often occurs during a process that doesn't go smoothly.

Aburame Tetsumaru was a little moved, he wanted to make it more difficult 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.

…

Magician Zoas staggered out of the temple. As the leader of the magicians who finally managed to escape, he was captured by several gods and moved between several temples, undergoing rounds of scrutiny.

After struggling for a month, under the urging of the twelve great mages of the Magicians Association, I regained my freedom and walked out of the temple.

The person who came to pick him up was a great magician with a beard that reached his navel.

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

"The Archmage of Nagrand..."

"Don't be nagging, I'm going to make a hard trip to you and tell us old guys what happened to you."

"The most important thing is, what do you discover? It would be better if you gain something."

A smile appeared on Zoyas' pale face, and he said proudly: "I found something, and gained a lot, and it was not searched by the magicians."

The Archmage of Nagrand laughed proudly, not caring that he was at the door of the temple, then grabbed Zoyas and climbed onto a huge metal puppet.

As the magic power circulated, the steel giant stepped out on its stubby legs and left with a rumble.

Soon after, in a secret demiplane magic tower, more than thirty magicians with surging magic gathered in the conference room.

Some of them gathered around Zoyas, asking various questions.

And more people were sitting at the table, picking up rifles or bullets, watching and studying carefully.

The structure of the rifle is extremely simple, with only forty-three parts in total, mainly concentrated on the bolt.

After dismantling the rifle, the structural problems were quickly studied thoroughly, but the materials of the three parts of the firing pin, spring and barrel put the mages in a dilemma.

But compared to rifles, bullets are the biggest problem.

The bullet is an integrated bullet with a copper shell. After being disassembled, it is separated into a shell, a warhead and smokeless gunpowder. It seems simpler, but all the mages can't help but frown.

The bullet casings were passed between the hands of mages. They were all the most powerful magicians in the world. They were able to build magic towers independently of the lord. They were a handful of the smartest people in the world.

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

After immersing themselves in thinking, the magicians' magic power became out of control to a certain extent.

Someone's eyes were dancing with the light of flames, and they accidentally set the long solid wood table on fire.

Dense magic lines appeared on someone's arms, and they were intertwined layer by layer, forming a layered magic circle.

Someone summoned many luminous discs that were fixed and suspended above the head, illuminating the inside and outside of the bullet casing in his hand, and used magic circles that rotated like precision machinery to amplify the bullets.

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

The most elite magicians discussed with each other. Thanks to the contribution of Master Zoyas, they got first-hand physical objects, so they quickly understood the materials of bullets and the firing mechanism of rifles.

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 kept moving, increasing or decreasing in number, and many magicians kept putting forward various opinions.

After a long period of trying, until a fourth light ball was added, the four-color light balls were finally combined reasonably to form a rather complex structure.

All the mages nodded with satisfaction. That was exactly the molecular structure of cellulose trinitrate.

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

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

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

The Archmages who responded the fastest had expressions of admiration on their faces. They sighed loudly: "It's so simple. Only in this way can we produce it on a large scale."

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

Finally, everyone nodded slightly to indicate that there was no problem.

After the magician reached a consensus, he became increasingly sad.

Zoyas couldn't help but ask: "Masters, is it difficult to prepare this kind of 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 had cleverly hidden them, evading the search and torture of the magicians, and delivered them to themselves and others. It’s a great achievement.

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

A bitter smile suddenly appeared on the face of the Archmage of Nagrand, and he said helplessly: "But we can only make a few, and the quality is definitely not as good as the trophies you brought."

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

"With this bullet shell and the super-sensitive explosive that detonates on collision, the maximum number I can produce in a day is no more than twenty."

"The shape of the barrel, firing pin and spring is fine, but their strength and elasticity are huge problems."

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

"Mithril, only by using mithril can the steel be close to the sample level, 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 rounds of such bullets."

Zoyas nodded blankly and said, "Yes, I knocked down at least thirty Redcoat soldiers when I retreated. Each of them had a rifle and a lot of bullets."

The Archmage of 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 our human cost. I'm afraid only we, His Majesty the King and His Excellency the Duke can afford to use such weapons."