Iron Harvest: When Farming Becomes Conquest-Chapter 249 - 18: All-out Attack!!!

Roman was hurrying to plant in time.

This year’s spring cultivation started earlier than before.

But there was no other choice, he didn’t have much time left.

Fortunately, this spring’s task wasn’t very heavy.

That’s because more than 20,000 acres were already planted with winter wheat. Additionally, there were 7,000 acres of vegetables that could survive the winter.

Now it wasn’t yet time to harvest.

The remaining 10,000 acres had been planted with pasture last year, but it was done extensively without much care.

After all, with such vast land, some areas are not suitable for cultivation.

Roman’s pasture was chosen in these unsuitable areas.

Rocks, tree roots, and clods buried deep in the ground were never cleared, only plowed over once at most, to loosen the soil.

That’s because pasture doesn’t require high-quality conditions.

If it were staple crops, they would have set you straight long ago.

But it can’t always be like this.

Incidentally, the laborers sent to construct the gold mine base had returned, and it was possible to recall manpower from the construction team and the quarry.

Let’s all get together to plant the pasture.

The previous production was too low. If more effort could be put in to increase the yield to two thousand pounds per acre, it would be fantastic for the breeding industry.

Most of this land is farmland without large grasslands suitable for extensive grazing.

Once grazing starts, the scene is simply unbearable.

At the current stage, it is better to keep animals in pens, where they grow quickly and there is plenty of fodder.

Eight or nine months of growth cycle can be reduced to six months for slaughter.

This time, Roman selected high-quality pastures like alfalfa, black ryegrass, hornwort, and sweetgrass.

First, seeds are sieved in salt water, then the ground is deeply plowed and harrowed, stones picked, clods broken, and fertilizers spread.

These steps sound complicated, but for the farmers, they are relatively simple.

The farmers from Origin City gradually adapted to this method of labor. Without needing instructions, they took the initiative and worked hard, as the increase in yield was visibly substantial.

Even barren lands could yield up to a hundred pounds of grain, truly a miraculous event... No, this was clearly a miracle brought by the Lord!

Science was beyond their understanding, thoughts were obscured.

The experience in farming relied solely on what was passed down from generations—clearly their ancestors were also fools.

Try explaining the benefits of deep plowing and the principles of fertilization to them, breaking down agricultural knowledge, and they only compliment how tasty the Lord’s saliva is.

Those useful pieces of knowledge just flew away like cooked ducks.

Don’t overestimate them!

They are not to be relied on at all!

Once ideas become deeply ingrained, there is no possibility of reform.

They only grasp a few key points:

The new cultivation technology is awesome!

As for why it is awesome?

Naturally, because the Lord who brought the new technology is even more awesome!

Once it becomes associated with the authority of the nobles, everything becomes acceptable.

Technology? What technology?

It is clearly a blessing from the Lord!

Dammit! Without the Lord, how could we possibly achieve such productivity?

If we lose the Lord, wouldn’t we return to the harsh days of the past?

Balrog and some officials from the Ministry of Agriculture patiently tried to change this perspective, but to no avail; instead, they got sucked into it themselves.

Yes! I’ve come to understand the technology of agriculture, and it’s really that simple.

But why hadn’t anyone discovered it before?

Why indeed?

It’s inexplicable!

Indeed, all these changes were brought by the Lord!

It wasn’t that the Lord discovered existing knowledge, but rather that the knowledge was born because of the Lord.

It’s similar to—

Why can we stand on the ground? Roman answered it’s because of gravity, and the farmers suddenly realized, ah, it’s the Lord who created gravity that keeps us attached to the ground!

Roman was naturally aware of these things.

But he never paid attention to them.

Each generation has its own way of thinking.

Roman merely straightforwardly called them fools.

But that was simply stating a fact.

There was nothing about them worth mocking.

Because they were part of it.

The soil of the era nurtured their thoughts.

The era and the soil together shaped their fragile and pitiful thoughts.

These thoughts might seem bizarre, but there’s an inherent logic to them.

Growing in such soil, how could they possibly bloom into beautiful flowers?

He decided to leave everything to time.

The era of improvement.

Improving the soil.

As long as he progressed forward, Roman believed history would ultimately vindicate him.

But for now, it was best to sincerely engage in agriculture.

Even grasses had the ability to improve the soil.

With the collective strength of four thousand people, they had sown five thousand acres of land in half a month.

It was at this time.

A scout deployed by Roman relayed some news.

The Riptide Grand Duke’s army of traitors had arrived.

Their numbers were immense, spreading far and wide...no fewer than ten thousand!

Upon receiving the news, Roman immediately halted most of the production.

Stop farming.

All available adult male laborers were redirected to serve in the military.

Transporting supplies, fully preparing for war!

This time, Roman did not plan to hide like a turtle, as he had been forced to do the previous year.

He could manage this year as well, since it was difficult for a large army to sustain logistics. Roman could drag out the war and exhaust the ten thousand strong traitor army.

But there was truly no need, it would only delay development.

Meet them head on with a punch!

So that they would know!

What!

Damn!

Call!

Dimensional! Strike!

Three days after receiving the news, Roman had completed all military mobilizations.

Or rather, they had been ready for a long time.

It was just that transporting supplies was time-consuming.

Roman looked at the dense crowd of people.

With a swing of his fist, he roared, "All forces, attack! Crush them!!"

"Ohhhhh!!!" The response was unanimous.

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Due to the large number of soldiers and laborers.

Crossing the river alone took two days.

But this did not affect their morale.

The soldiers were spirited, and the laborers were also fueled with anger.

Had it not been for this war, they would still be comfortably eating three meals a day, toiling hard in the fields.

Could they have imagined such wonderful days in the past?

Would they have dared to imagine?

Now, everything was shattered!

Without Lord Roman, how would they live in the future?

It was simply life-threatening!

The laborers could only hope that Lord Roman would win the battle quickly and send them back to their fields.

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Roman marched out, raising the flag of the River Valley King with the Thorny Iron Ring.

The army that came to subjugate Roman also raised different banners.

This indicated that this traitor army was not entirely composed of Riptide forces.

Even Gael himself did not come.

Because he had to remain in command at the Northern Front, unable to spare attention elsewhere, as the threat of the North Ice Pirates invading was greater than the rebel traitors.

Gael could still clearly prioritize.

Roman’s rebellion was just that—a rebellion, shaking the authority of the Riptide Grand Duke.

But if the Northern Front was breached and the pirates drove straight in, it could threaten the heartland of the Black Iron Kingdom—the safety of the Duke Domain.

If Gael personally suppressed the traitors and turned around to find his homeland exposed to the pirate’s slaughter, that would indeed be unfortunate.

Thus, only a portion of the troops could be sent to suppress the rebellion.

And it couldn’t just be him sending troops.

Sending too few troops would be useless against Roman, merely serving to increase the enemy’s count. Going there would be worse than not going at all. freēwēbnovel.com

Once they decided to suppress the rebellion, they had to fight fiercely.

They could not give Roman any chance to return!

The ten thousand-plus traitor army consisted of—

Part of the Riptide Family’s forces, about two thousand men.

Three thousand mercenaries from the Swamp of Mire.

The Church Envoy’s Judgement Knights, Monastery Nuns, Church Priests, and five thousand temporarily recruited believers.

Lastly, about a thousand people from Beixites.