Chapter 147 Birth of the Artistic Troupe
Zhuang Yu trained these students for a few days, and a group of students set out on their mission.
It's not wrong to say that they are on a mission. Whether they can teach the peripheral tribes to plant crops determines whether they can provide military rations to the Alliance.
Whether they can instill firm beliefs in the hearts of the soldiers even affects the morale of the entire Alliance.
The little mushroom walked at the forefront wearing its little iron bucket, occasionally turning back to wave to Zhuang Yu. It was waiting for the mushroom king to return. Planting some grass shouldn't be difficult for it, the mushroom king. It's just going out for a few days; it will be back soon.
Zhuang Yu wasn't particularly worried about the safety of these students because what they were doing was mostly in the rear of the battlefield and didn't require charging at the forefront.
The students were also aware of the urgency of the situation. Reports from the front lines were occasionally sent back, and to be honest, they weren't good news for the Alliance.
They didn't dare to slack off. Carrying a large number of plant seeds and cultivation tools, most of which were bean seeds used to make convenience fan, which is military rations.
The seeds and tools were directly carried by the giant beasts, rushing towards the outskirts of Crimson.
Zhuang Yu had made it very clear to them. Although what they were doing might not seem very important, in essence, it could influence the entire situation on the battlefield.
The students arrived at the peripheral tribes after some time, delivering Zhuang Yu's orders. These peripheral tribes also understood that they now belonged to the tribes under Crimson City. When one prospers, all prosper. Even after receiving the news of the frontline defeat, they organized some troops to go support.
Because once the Alliance is defeated, these peripheral tribes can only be at the mercy of Red City. They were very clear about how Red City would treat them. Red City advocates ending battles with battles, which is different from Crimson City.
With consensus, the mission became simpler and smoother.
The first task was to open up the land. Almost everyone, men, women, and children, acted together, and large areas of square land began to form.
Of course, in addition to these students, many people from the Ghost Willow tribe also came along. They were responsible for producing waterwheels and irrigation systems.
In order to be able to place the waterwheels in the river without being destroyed by the monsters in the water, the ancestral beasts of the peripheral tribes were led to the water by the shamans and tribal chiefs. Only in this way could the pressure of the ancestral beasts drive away the water monsters, leaving behind a safe water area.
Of course, some ancestral beasts were actually not suitable for living by the water. This was just a temporary measure. After the war ended, Zhuang Yu would naturally help them design a project so that they could have a safe water area without relying on ancestral beasts to suppress it.
The manpower in this world is strong, and working hours can be long. With the students bringing some tools specifically for land reclamation from Crimson City, such as hoes and levers, and the giant beasts helping to move some oversized stones, the reclamation progress was much faster than imagined.
Of course, the details still had to be handled by themselves.
Rectangular plots of land soon appeared around the tribal land, spreading outward.
It can be said that the entire primitive land began to have something different.
Previously, it was all chaotic trees around, but now it has become farmland.
It can even be said that this is a transformation of civilization. The agricultural era is about to emerge, rather than relying solely on hunting for a living. If there are no prey in the mountains, they can only wait to starve to death.
These seemingly inconspicuous students were spreading civilization.
Crimson City is leading this backward world toward civilization.
Will reclamation destroy vegetation? Yes, but survival is the primary consideration for humans, and then those noble things come after. If you can't even survive and watch your loved ones and friends die, talking about noble things seems a bit out of touch.
In this world, jungles and mountains occupy most of the area. Human tribes are just embellishments. Compared with humans, there are more creatures living in the jungle. The land they reclaimed is actually just a drop in the bucket compared to the entire earth.
Perhaps no one has realized the greatness of these students yet, but after time's sedimentation, the names of these students will eventually be passed down through endless years.
Of course, many people are also puzzled. What's the use of making these strange squares? Although they look pretty good, is it not a waste of manpower to do these things so fiercely in the current intense war?
They are too busy following Crimson City to even ask why.
The students have started teaching these people how to sow seeds while explaining to them why they need to reclaim land and cultivate crops.
"What we learn at school is not just words; we learn knowledge. Words are just tools for recording knowledge."
"For example, the beans we are planting now, when they mature, they become excellent food. Imagine, when prey is scarce, these foods can save our lives and prevent us from starving..."
"Food? What kind of food?"
The students smiled, "Can food from Crimson City be bad? These beans are very useful. Crimson City's bean curd, bean oil, and rice noodles are all made from it. Oh, right, you probably don't know what these are yet. They're all excellent stuff. You're now part of Crimson City, and you'll receive your share every month."
Without actual items, it's indeed hard to explain. After thinking for a moment, they continued, "You should have eaten dried beans. Dried beans are made from these beans."
Speaking of food, the people from the peripheral tribes were really impressed. "Dried beans? I know that. They're delicious, but unfortunately, the merchants bring back too little each time. I've only had a few small pieces."
"I didn't expect that the delicious dried beans were made from these plants. We should grow more of them in the future."
"Then we can also make those delicious things."
"That's right."
The students continued, "What we're teaching now is the farming knowledge we learned in school. Don't underestimate it. Learning farming will completely distance us from other tribes. Developing with farming, I don't know how much faster it will be than others."
"Knowledge is the primary productive force."
Listening to this, everyone was stunned. These students were really eloquent. Some parts were not very understandable, but they always felt that what they said made sense. How could they speak so convincingly if it didn't make sense?
The beans were sown extensively in the ground.
Even the little mushroom was working hard. It took off its beloved iron bucket armor and ran to the side of the ancestral beast in the river, paddling vigorously. Its little hands were still pinching itself, occasionally secretly urinating in the river. In its mind, Crimson City was still the best, so beautiful and fun, with so many delicious things it loved. It had to finish its task quickly and go back.
Since the waterwheel wasn't ready yet, people used containers to irrigate, which was a bit laborious but there was no other way. Making the waterwheel was even more difficult than reclaiming the land; after all, it wasn't something that could be done with brute force alone.
To improve efficiency, the students dispersed as soon as they arrived at the peripheral tribes, spreading out among all the tribes to reclaim land simultaneously.
Almost all the peripheral tribes had fields appearing around their tribal lands.
The position of the little mushroom was also critical. It belonged to the uppermost tribe among all the tribes, so other tribes could receive its bathwater.
With the presence of the little mushroom, the seeds planted on the first day had already rooted and sprouted by the second day, growing into plants as tall as fingers, with well-developed roots, and especially sturdy.
Now, the situation was urgent, so they had to rely on the little mushroom's ability. After the war ended, they still had to diligently cultivate the land. This was the way to long-term development. After all, letting the little mushroom run around aimlessly like this every day, it definitely wouldn't be willing to.
The plants in the ground were changing day by day, leaving the people of the peripheral tribes stunned.
They suddenly remembered a legend. According to legend, there was a most miraculous ancestral beast in this world. Whoever obtained it would have endless food.
If the plants they planted could really be eaten, then wasn't this little mushroom just like that legendary ancestral beast?
However, in the legend, that ancestral beast was as vast as the sky and earth, toweringly huge.
Doubts arose. Was this little mushroom really the legendary ancestral beast?
They thought of that ancestral beast because several major forces had once made a big fuss about finding it, causing a stir on the land, and not too much time had passed since then.
Zhuang Yu had also considered the situation of the little mushroom being exposed for a long time, but he still decided not to conceal it.
Now was the best time for it to be exposed because everyone's attention was on this war, and there was simply no time to focus on other things. Moreover, at this time, the Alliance was closely connected, and the existence of this miraculous ancestral beast in Crimson City was also of great benefit to them. They wouldn't have other thoughts at the moment, but rather, they would feel fortunate and happy in their hearts.
As they slowly adapted to and accepted the little mushroom's existence in Crimson City, some things would naturally become a matter of course. If it were exposed during peacetime, with everyone's attention focused on it, who knows what other factions might come up with.
Now, even if Red City wanted the little mushroom, it would probably be powerless and could only watch and accept.
So Zhuang Yu felt that instead of constantly concealing and living in fear, it was better to let everyone know now, at this optimal time, and give everyone a period of adaptation.
With the bathwater from the little mushroom, the plants in the ground grew unbelievably fast, to the point of exaggeration.
The people of the peripheral tribes were also extremely surprised, but when they thought about it, this was a good thing.
They were now tribes of Crimson City, and Crimson City possessed the legendary ancestral beast with such magical abilities, which was also something to be happy about for them.
Everyone worked even harder in cultivation, hoping for an early harvest.
Compared to the smooth progress of Zhuang Yu and their logistical work, the situation at the front line was somewhat unsatisfactory.
Red City also discovered those iron bucket armors of the Alliance.
Although they were hard to deal with, there were too few of them, and they couldn't withstand their full force.
Although those bows were annoying, they could only cover a small area, consuming their arrows without posing a real threat.
Although the war in Red City had become a bit more difficult, the overall situation was still in their favor.
The people of the Alliance were becoming increasingly anxious, and this anxiety was accompanied by growing anxiety.
Anxiety on the battlefield often spreads, ultimately leading to irreversible consequences.
The leaders of the Alliance also realized this, "I'm afraid our warriors won't be able to hold on much longer."
Perhaps everyone's strength and energy had not yet been exhausted, but if their minds were tired and their bodies lacked the will to resist, facing the fierce forces of Red City would be like hitting a rock with an egg.
Even with the brave performance of Shao Hao, after repeated battles and retreats, there would eventually come a time when morale would be exhausted.
Just when the leaders of the Alliance were at a loss, a group claiming to be the Crimson Great City Art Troupe appeared in the camp.
The people of the Alliance were familiar with this small group because they were too conspicuous; they could tell at a glance that they were students from the Crimson Great City Academy.
The composition of the small group was also very mixed, with juniors from various factions, seemingly integrated into a whole.
Because students from various factions were involved, it was most acceptable to everyone.
Taking advantage of the lull in the war, this group called the Crimson Great City Art Troupe wandered around the camp, "Tonight, our Crimson Great City Art Troupe will bring everyone a cultural performance. Everyone is welcome to come and watch."
They had already confirmed that there had just been a major battle, and Red City needed to replenish its strength and reorganize its troops, so it wouldn't initiate combat so soon.
Moreover, in such a large-scale war, once the other side made a move, scouts would definitely relay the message back in the first place.
Don't forget, Crimson City had telescopes, which could anticipate the situation. Red City wouldn't launch an attack without any signs.
As for small-scale skirmishes, they were suicidal and would only be directly crushed. In front of the surging Allied forces, small-scale ambushes had lost their meaning.
As night fell, the fires in the camps on the ground began to rise.
Both the Alliance and Red City's forces needed to replenish their strength and organize their troops now, so they all tacitly kept their distance, at least visually unable to see each other.
The students cleared a space in the middle of the camp.
Their eyes were firm because the teacher said that whether the Alliance could hold on until the weapons of Crimson City were ready, whether they could wait until their military supplies were produced, depended on whether they could establish a firm belief in the hearts of the Alliance warriors, a belief that would make them willing to die, shed blood, and have no regrets, an unwavering faith that was worth everything.