leonardwarren Chapter 130: Windbreak
Chapter 130: Windbreak
The click was the lock coming loose, followed by a muffled thud, the resonance of a thousand short arrows leaving the bowstring simultaneously.
The next second, a rain of arrows shot out.
It is very dense, almost covering the entire area.
The goblins at the forefront were instantly riddled with bullets and fell in droves.
This scene caused Tecott, who had just stopped bleeding, and Perdue, who had just woken up, to suddenly stand up.
Tecott's severed arm wound bled again as he suddenly stood up, but he didn't look down at it, only staring at the area cleared by the rain of arrows.
"Pertol!" his voice was hoarse. "What is that?"
Perdue did not answer; he did not know either.
Ron stood atop the main tower, gazing at the area cleared by the rain of arrows, and whispered to old Hall beside him, "How many spare short arrows are left?"
Old Hall flipped through the ledger: "Enough for three more rounds."
Ron nodded.
The crossbow bolts produced by the entire city working overtime could only fire four rounds, demonstrating the high rate of bolt consumption in this type of cluster crossbow.
Amy and the other Rose Knights looked at the battlefield. Only a few goblins were standing, and the ground was covered with crossbow bolts. The scene that had just happened was too fast for many of them to notice, and that's how the current situation came about.
Tecott sat down again and said calmly, "Continue the attack!"
Iron Fang immediately ordered the tribe's elite troops to oversee the battle, forcing the goblins who wanted to retreat to continue their attack.
When the third wave of cluster crossbow bolts was fired, the goblin army completely collapsed.
By this time, the Flying Dragon Tribe had already secretly withdrawn, leaving only an empty camp.
Iron Fang rode his giant wolf to Ironcot's side: "Chieftain, during the second volley of arrows in the human territory, Dodok fled."
Upon hearing this, Tecott nodded slightly.
Tecott said, "It's alright. Most of Dodok's men are dead. Even if they manage to escape back, they won't be a threat to the tribe. During this time, you should train hard and try to reach the peak of Goblin Hero as soon as possible."
Pertour lay on the oxcart, his withered fingers clutching a bone totem pendant to his chest.
This battle has severely damaged his health, and coupled with his advanced age, it will be difficult for him to survive this time.
His breathing grew shallower and shallower, but his eyes remained open. He wanted to die on the land of the Flying Dragon Tribe, not on this battlefield filled with the smell of humans.
The goblin war ended somewhat inexplicably.
After confirming the battle situation, Fanta immediately reported the good news to Ron: "My lord, the Wyvern Tribe retreated long ago, leaving only these cannon fodder."
"The Dragon Tribe never came here to fight to the death," Ron said. "They probably started out aiming to wipe us out, and after realizing we were invincible, they used us to weaken our rivals. Once the cannon fodder is all dead, food consumption is reduced, and they can go back and maintain their position as a major tribe. It would be foolish for them to stay and fight us to the death."
Ron nodded: "Clean up the battlefield and gather all available resources."
"yes!"
Mrs. Moriel came over in person, her smile no longer able to be suppressed.
"Young Master! In this war, we collected over 150 tons of goblin bones, not counting the unprocessed corpses on the battlefield, which we estimate to be around 300 tons. In addition, we can produce 600 tons of new magic fertilizer, as well as various other supplies and materials..."
Ron couldn't help but smile slightly. These supplies and materials were enough for the territory to carry out another major construction project.
Seeing that Ron wanted to go to the main city, Mrs. Moriel quickly stopped him.
"Young master, the main city is currently filthy, with goblin corpses, limbs, and pelts scattered everywhere, and the smell is extremely unpleasant. Please stay here in the castle for the time being, and return to the main city after it has been cleaned up."
Ron thought for a moment and then nodded.
After all, the main city could only accommodate a few thousand people at most. Now, tens of thousands of goblins have been dealt with inside the city, and there are tens of thousands more outside the city. It would not be an exaggeration to call it a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Mrs. Moriel said with a strange expression, "Young master, although the new magic fertilizer is good, it requires a lot of manure to supplement it, and the territory does not have enough manure right now."
She never imagined that the young master's strange behavior of collecting excrement would now be turned into a treasure and become the key to completely changing the territory.
The corpses outside the city have all been disposed of, and enough can be used to produce another seven or eight hundred magic fertilizers. However, this is still not enough to develop agriculture in the entire territory, not to mention the severe shortage of manure.
The total population of the main city and castle district is maintained at around 8,000. The excess population has gone to Harvest Town to develop. Currently, the territory's population can produce about 900 tons of excrement per month, including 400 tons of feces and 500 tons of urine.
Manure is mainly produced through the fermentation of feces, so it is simply not enough to produce that much magic fertilizer. Moreover, goblins are not like leeks that can be harvested at will. In the future, manure will still be the main source of fertilizer.
Mrs. Moriel asked with a complicated expression, "Young master, how about we consider buying some excrement from other territories?"
Ron's lips twitched slightly, then he nodded.
"Okay, I'll leave this to you."
Ron looked at Old Hall and asked, "How's the liquid magic fertilizer coming along?"
Mrs. Moriel immediately looked at old Hall.
She knew very well that liquid magic fertilizer had appeared in her territory.
"Young master, as you said, fresh urine is sealed and left to ferment for 2-4 weeks to decompose ammonia and eliminate the risk of root burn. Then, it is diluted with 5-10 times the amount of water, and wood ash water is added to mix it. It is now ready. After watering the ground rock potatoes with this liquid magic fertilizer, their growth has been significantly promoted."
"Furthermore, some workers have discovered that spraying urine to wet the compost pile during the manure composting process can accelerate fermentation, shorten the decomposition cycle, and increase the concentration of the finished fertilizer by 30%."
Old Hall became more and more excited as he spoke: "Young master, Anna discovered in an accidental experiment that fermented urine, when diluted and mixed with the juice of bitter thorn leaves, can be made into an insect repellent. The only drawback is that the smell is a bit strong, so it cannot be used indoors."
Ron's mouth gaped slightly as he listened, never expecting that he had only started something, yet they had developed it into such a system.
Bitterthorn is a unique shrub in the Blackthorn Desert. It is resilient, has a short growth cycle, and is one of the main timber resources in the Blackthorn Desert.
Currently, a large number of bitter thorn trees have been planted in areas far from the southern city. It is estimated that the planting area exceeds 100 acres, and it is believed that a large bitter thorn forest will be formed next year.
Once the hundred acres of bitter thorn trees mature next year, the territory will have a stable source of pesticide raw materials and timber. Moreover, this is also an experiment by Ron to prevent the continued degradation of the land by fixing sand and preventing wind. There are requirements for planting bitter thorn trees: the row spacing is 2 meters to form a protective forest 30-50 meters wide to block strong winds from eroding farmland.
This was just the beginning. After the war, Ron would continue to expand the windbreak until it covered the entire rear area.
The greatest enemy on the wasteland is sometimes not goblins, but the wind.
Every spring and autumn, strong winds can blow away a batch of newly sprouted crops.
The shelterbelts don't block the wind, they block the harvest.