boyutpedia Chapter 61: Selection
Chapter 61: Selection
Looking at the easily conquered Earth Dragon tribe, Thun understood for the first time that war could not be won by brute force alone.
Almost all the warriors in the tribe were killed. The last goblin women, children and the elderly trembled as they watched the human warriors enter the tribe.
Ron coldly issued the order, not even glancing at the goblins around him: "Thun, go and rescue your fellow Grin, especially the goblin children. Keep all the Grin who are Grin. As for the goblins, regardless of age or gender, eliminate them all and take them back to use as magic fertilizer."
Goblins are just too ugly. While Grimm people can still see traces of human features, goblins, apart from standing up and walking on two legs, have no resemblance to humans whatsoever.
It took the entire afternoon to count the spoils.
The Earth Dragon Tribe's grain cellar is located at the deepest part of the basin. It is a warehouse converted from a natural cave and is more than three times larger than the earthen cellar of the Double Head Bone Tribe.
The sacks were piled from the bottom of the cave to the entrance, roughly estimated to contain 180,000 catties of grain, mainly sweet potatoes and sweet potato flour, which were preserved quite dry.
The rock walls on both sides of the basin were covered with vines of ground yam. Tang En led a few farm workers to walk around the cliff. The further they walked, the brighter their eyes became. Finally, they stood at the foot of the cliff and looked up for a long time. When they ran back, their voices were trembling.
"My lord, there are nearly a thousand acres of mature planting areas alone. Based on the annual yield of the rock potato, it can yield at least 400,000 to 500,000 catties a year. If you follow your plan and plant the entire canyon, the territory will no longer need to worry about food."
Leonardo da Vinci was squatting by the spring testing the water quality when he heard this. He looked up and then looked down at the crystal-clear shallow pool.
"With ample water, sandy soil, and the perfect height of the rock walls, this place is naturally suited for growing rock potatoes."
Ron stood in the center of the basin, looking around.
Surrounded by mountains on all sides, with only one exit, which had been breached by his catapult.
The canyon is open and flat, with water sources, natural cliffside planting areas, and existing tribal camps that can be converted.
He called Hilden and Thon over and drew a line on the ground.
"Three walls span the canyon," Ron said, pointing towards the pass. "The first wall is at the narrowest point, where the original stockade wall was demolished and rebuilt, with blue bricks facing it. The second wall is two hundred paces behind the first, leaving space for catapult positions. The third wall is in the most open area, behind which are the planting and residential areas." He then marked two points on the rock walls on either side. "Arrow towers will be built here and here, providing crossfire to block the pass."
After thinking for a moment, Hilden said, "The pass needs to be widened, and it's quite difficult to carve the foundations for the arrow towers into the rock face. It will take a lot of time to build these three walls."
"First, widen the pass." Ron stood up. "Then we'll use earthwork to carve out the rock walls. Arrow towers aren't urgent; the walls come first. I'll stay here for the time being, and I won't leave until this is completed."
Hilden and Ton exchanged a glance, understanding their lord's meaning.
He planned to entrust the granary to two people: Hilden in charge of military affairs and Tonn in charge of domestic affairs.
Ron gave the order directly: "Once this place is completed, you two will be rotated every four months, and you will be responsible for staying here from the beginning."
"Yes, my lord! We will definitely not let you down."
Ron nodded in satisfaction.
The Earth Dragon Tribe's generosity exceeded his expectations. After taking stock of the spoils, he immediately sent someone to Ashwood Territory to deliver a message.
Old Hall couldn't sit still after hearing the news. If it weren't for the fact that no one would be left to guard the territory, he probably would have rushed there long ago.
Unfortunately, he couldn't. He could only wait patiently for his wife to return before he could go to his new territory with peace of mind.
When Mrs. Moriel returned two days later, she resolutely refused after learning of Old Hall's intentions.
"You stay at the camp and keep watch. I'll go. I'll go and report on the spoils from the two tribes we seized. Hurry up and have someone put these supplies into storage."
Old Hall immediately became anxious; he also wanted to visit the agricultural base that owned thousands of acres of rock potatoes.
"Moriel!" Old Hall had just called out to the other person when Moriel turned around and said, "Ashwood needs you, and I'm only going back to transport supplies and escort a group of people there. Don't talk nonsense, you're not acting like a man at all. Once things stabilize, you can go if you want."
Old Hall was both angry and helpless when his wife told him to his face that he wasn't a man, so he could only nod in agreement.
Mrs. Moriel's team of strong women rested for one night and set off the next day. Five hundred selected women were also with the army. As for the women and children of the Earth Dragon tribe, they had to be sent back to their territory for brainwashing and education before they could be released.
Because the group was larger, they arrived at the canyon just before dark.
One hundred and sixty-two strong women stood in a line at the entrance of the basin, each carrying a carrying pole and hemp rope on their shoulders and pushing a cart. Mrs. Moriel stood at the front of the line, her back straighter than the young women behind her.
As Ron emerged from the depths of the basin, Mrs. Moriel bowed to him, then turned to face the team of strong women, and selected twenty women from the ranks to stand in a line.
These twenty women were the best performers in this transport mission, not because they were the strongest, but because they were the most organized and could stand up when others collapsed from exhaustion.
"My lord, these are the twenty people who performed the best this time."
Ron nodded, signaling her to begin.
They stood in the tribal square, now called the Harvest Town Central Square.
There were also three thousand human prisoners who were about to be sent back to their territory. There were more than two thousand five hundred women and less than one hundred children. What surprised Ron the most was that there were more than two hundred young and strong men.
Most of these men are craftsmen, including twelve blacksmiths. This shows that the Dilong tribe has gradually developed from a clan tribe into a civilized tribe. If given a few decades, they may have the opportunity to become a well-known large tribe on the border.
Unfortunately, they didn't have the chance.
"The Lord promised," Mrs. Moriel's voice was not loud, but every word was clear. "After this mission, the Women's Guard will be selected from among you. The twenty spots have now been decided. Next, there will be a breathing technique test. Those with talent will be formally enlisted in the Women's Guard and given basic breathing techniques. Those without talent will be placed in the reserve team and continue training."
Ron took out a testing crystal ball.
He had the system do this for him, specifically for testing cultivation talent, and it works for both mages and knights.
The production cost was a bit high, so the system charged me another 360 installments of Magic Loan.
Now he has to pay the system 280 magic points every day without doing anything.
"Let's do it one at a time!"
Twenty women stepped forward one by one and placed their hands on the crystal ball. Most of the crystal balls did not react, but only four of them lit up with a faint light.
Two are white, and one is light green.
There was only one red vortex.
Mrs. Morrill wrote down the names of the three people in the book and then closed it.
"Melissa, Irene, Velma, Anna, step forward!"