No matter when wheat is harvested, it is an extremely dangerous signal.

In less than a day, the entire forest will know that Iket and the others have harvested food, which will most likely prompt the enemy to attack in advance.

This is also the reason why Ictor harvests wheat fields at night, because night will eliminate the gnolls' highland reconnaissance advantage.

In this way, by the time the enemy finds out at dawn, the wheat in the territory will basically be harvested.

At that time, no matter how the other side mobilizes, Iket will destroy the ground regardless of how it is done.

As soon as the sun set, Ictor led the ratmen into action. Due to the insufficient number of sickles, many ratmen went to the ground directly carrying steel swords and long knives.

Ictor had already ordered the canteen to prepare food, and ordered the housekeeper to be ready to distribute food at any time.

Due to black hunger, the rat people may waste their harvest if they work for a long time without food supplements.

Ictor is most afraid of this situation, so he will definitely not save what he can't save. Tonight, whether it is meat or bread, he will supply the rat people as much as possible.

With just a little care, the yield per acre increased to such a terrifying level, but Ictor still underestimated the impact of magic on living things.

"800 pounds?"

We must know that one acre of modern rice fields can produce upwards of 900 kilograms. What kind of species is the water wheat that has been penetrated by this magic power, so that it can easily reach the level of 800 kilograms per mu?

I'm afraid it's not mixed with golden waste.

"finally!"

But now it is obvious that how to fight the gnolls is more important.

By the time the sun rises again, all the wheat fields in the territory have been harvested.

Many rat people have never had such good food before. Even though they have been provided with food at the Love Education Camp, this is the first time they have seen stewed meat in a bowl.

"Great Shaman! They are almost done harvesting the wheat!"

Ictor thought that he just randomly applied some farmyard manure and got rid of the pests and diseases in the fields before clearing the fields. Later, there were rat men going into the fields to catch the pests. He had already surpassed ordinary farmers in terms of planting and maintenance.

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"Lord, you may not know something. Even in the south, many villages have less yield per mu than you. To be honest, we have never seen fertile land with an yield of 800 per mu."

After dawn, the shocked Jackal sentry wiped his eyes and then hurriedly ran into the Great Shaman's military tent.

Two thousand acres of land cannot be harvested at once, and when they are harvesting, if the jackals can gather their troops and strike hard, they can seriously injure those big rats.

Now, the time has come to seize the largest grain producing area in Windsor. This is a great opportunity for the jackals to rise!

Samir's eyes suddenly lit up when he learned that the wheat in Windsor was finally ripe.

"Great Shaman."

"Okay, eight hundred per mu is enough."

"What? Say it! Why don't you say it?"

His water-wheat field has neither optimized breeding nor improved hybridization. It was harvested in advance, and yet it still has a yield of 800 kilograms per mu?

As long as you can stop the opponent's rhythm, facing the remaining rice fields, the opponent will eventually be able to harvest them, or not harvest them.

However, when the farmers heard Iket's surprised tone, they thought he thought the yield was too small.

"Great Shaman Samir! They are harvesting wheat!"

Samir's body instantly collapsed to the floor. Several jackals quickly stepped forward and finally helped the great shaman back to the cushion.

But the pacesetter rats who were at the same time as them had already eaten dried meat.

"How did you become a sentry? Tell me! Do you know?"

After solving the problem of jackals, the next step is how to abduct more ratmen from another world.

Ictor was also very satisfied with the progress of the rat people's harvest.

Thinking of this, many slave rats secretly speed up their movements, thinking of harvesting more food, killing their companions, and striving to become pacesetter rats as soon as possible.

By the way, farmers have also estimated the yield per acre of land.

Samir urged the sentry, but unexpectedly the jackal began to hesitate as soon as he heard this.

"Lord, this year's harvest is very good. Each acre of land can produce about 800 kilograms of grain."

Ickert was surprised by this number.

"What!"

The slave rats of the third and fourth brigade ate a lot and seemed to understand why the pacesetter rats had to work so hard.

After hearing the news that the human territory was ready, it took Samir a while to calm down.

The most critical question now is how he got so many rats.

What’s even more frightening is that if the harvest continues at this level and is harvested four times a year, assuming that one rat consumes 800 kilograms of grain a year, Windsor can already feed 8,000 rats!

Eight thousand rats! So much labor! You can do whatever you want!

Even if the chemical industry in the current territory is underdeveloped, the grain output per season may gradually decrease. In the worst-case scenario, the existing fields can support 4,000 rats.

Because the food they eat is really different. Anyway, Shushu only lives for 20 years. Wouldn’t it be nice if he could live a better life?

Many slave rats were kept for several months, but they were still eating bread and water. In addition, only Iket was afraid that they were malnourished, and occasionally gave them some wild vegetables and berries.

Food is the basis for the growth of a species. The reason why jackals and wolves cannot gather together and raise more strong men is because of insufficient food.

Only more and stronger sacrifices can attract further attention from the gods.

The harvest work was about to be completed, and Ictor ordered the female gnoll brigade and the castle maids to take care of the harvested wheat, and then let the rat people take time to rest.

Samir said angrily, thinking it was the jackal sentry who didn't understand the situation, so he rushed to report the news.

"Hahahahaha, come on, tell me about their harvesting progress."

Just squeezing one Laidley clan was almost unable to satisfy Ict's fanatical expansion needs.

However, the sentry was well aware of the harvest situation in the Windsor Territory, but he did not dare to say anything.

Thinking of this, Samir couldn't help but laugh sinisterly. He couldn't wait any longer. When the wheat fields burned, what kind of expression would the human lord have on his face?

Obviously, the Jackals have missed the best opportunity to attack. Facing the defense line that is difficult to deal with as long as you have eyes, I am afraid that it is

In order to stabilize the morale of the army, he could only laugh suddenly and said:

"Hahahaha! It's expected. I have already thought of these mice's actions. Do you think farming is that simple?

Jamilo! Tell them, what are you going to do after harvesting the grain?"

Samir shouted towards the door and saw a human walking straight into the military tent.

These are "human traitors" who are loyal to the gnolls, and they know very well about human production activities.

"Back to the Great Shaman, wheat needs to be threshed and dried after harvesting. These are very labor-intensive tasks. If it is not dried in time after harvesting, it will easily cause mildew!"
Chapter completed!