ATPnovel Chapter 81 Fully Automated Biological Plowing Technology
Chapter 81 Fully Automated Biological Plowing Technology
A mud-covered hand emerged from the bottom of the ditch, clinging tightly to the edge.
"Old Sheep! Speak up about reimbursing your expenses!"
Immediately afterwards, a thick, heavily armored hoof stepped onto the muddy ground less than half an inch from the hand, startling the people below who quickly pulled their arms back.
Above, the pursuing herd of beasts descended into complete chaos, trampling haphazardly without any order. Soil crumbled from the edges, threatening to bury the bait team below alive.
Standing on the high ground, the roasted whole lamb was stamping its feet in frustration. It rubbed its hands together vigorously, pointed at the ditch, and shouted, "Shut up! If you all die and go back, the contribution points deducted from your resurrection will bankrupt me today! Stay put!"
Just then, a rough, grinding sound of wheels crushing gravel came from the high slope behind.
A cross-city transport team, composed of newbies from the second test and indigenous laborers, appeared on the ridge, pushing four newly completed two-wheeled log carts.
The lead player placed his hands on the shaft of the cart, looking down at the chaotic battlefield below.
"Brothers, we've got a job!" He pounded on the rough wooden trailer. "Load all the scrap bricks and large chunks of dry soil from the roadside into the truck! Fill it up!"
The players in the team didn't understand any physics principles; they only followed a simple truth: heavy objects combined with a downhill slope equal invincible destructive power.
The group scrambled to pick up heavy objects from the surrounding area and slammed them into the truck bed. Several aspiring warrior players, who had maxed out their strength points, dropped their short sticks, jumped into the truck bed, and gripped the wooden railings on both sides tightly.
"Push us off! Bowling start!"
Four severely overloaded wooden plank carts were lined up at the edge of a steep slope. The players behind them shouted in unison, raised their legs, and kicked away the wooden blocks blocking the wheels.
The heavy vehicle rolled down the sloping mountainside. The cast iron bearings emitted a piercing shriek under the immense pressure and high-speed rotation.
boom!
A deafening roar tore through the air as the homemade dump truck slammed into the rampaging armored pig herd.
The crudely made wooden carriage disintegrated and exploded the instant of impact, sharp splinters and stones scattering in all directions like bullets. The immense force of the impact directly smashed the heavily armored beasts that were lurking above the ditch, sending them flying with broken bones.
A large, bloody, and mangled vacuum area was forcibly smashed out.
Crisis averted!
Several baits, covered in rotten wood chips and bits of flesh, crawled out of the deep pit. They wiped their faces, pulled out skinning knives from their waistbands, and headed towards their spoils scattered on the ground.
On the outskirts of the battlefield, a dozen or so wild beasts remained untouched. Startled by the commotion, they snorted restlessly in the dry, abandoned farmland, while also digging deeply into the ground.
A player, carrying a shovel, strode toward the nearest prey, raising his weapon with both hands, ready to strike.
"stop!"
The whole roasted lamb strode down the mound, snatched the shovel from the player's hand, and threw it far away on the ridge.
"What are you doing? Don't waste our free labor!" He pointed one hand to the few remaining armored boars on the edge, while gesturing vigorously in the air with his other hand. Just now, when the beasts pawed at the ground, their tusks had carved a half-meter-deep furrow into the soft soil.
He lifted his foot and stomped heavily into the ditch, kicking up a clump of soft, black soil.
"Look at this land yourselves!" Roasted Whole Lamb grabbed a handful of dirt and slammed it into the chest of a player next to him. "This abandoned farmland is as dry as stone! Even if you dug with shovels, you wouldn't be able to turn over an acre of land even if you broke three shovels! Now look at the furrows this beast plowed, half a meter deep! The soil it turned over is enough to plant seeds directly! This work efficiency, you call it a monster? This is nature's free fully automatic biological tractor!"
The players exchanged bewildered glances. One of them raised a broken wooden stick and waved it at the roasted whole lamb: "Boss, this beast is unstoppable at full speed. A mere brush against it will break your bones. Who dares to harness it to the plow?"
"Who told you to go and harness the plow?" The roasted whole lamb pulled the money bag full of maple leaf coins from its waist, held it high, and shook it vigorously.
"Listen up, everyone! The rules are changing now!" The roasted whole lamb snapped his charcoal pencil in two, threw it on the ground, and loudly announced, "No live killings allowed! Whoever can use their movement skills to lure this beast into running in a straight line across the field, creating a clear path of loosened soil, will get one maple leaf coin right now! And if it breaks a leg, I'll cover the medical expenses!"
The clinking of coins drowned out all fear; this pig-fighting task was much more interesting than slaughtering pigs, and there was money to be made.
The once bloody slaughterhouse takes a dramatic turn for the worse.
Dozens of players quickly formed more than a dozen relay teams, positioned in various locations across the farmland. They took off their tattered beginner shirts, waved them vigorously, shouted various vulgar provocations, and occasionally threw mud at the remaining pigs.
The largest armored boar roared, kicked off with its hind legs, and charged at full speed toward the player at the front of the line.
"Here we go! Let's get to work!"
The player at the front gripped the tattered cloth in both hands, his feet rooted to the spot. The armored boar's tusks dug deep into the parched ground, like two sharp plowshares, brutally pushing the hard soil to both sides.
The dirt churned up like black waves. Only when the deadly fangs were less than a foot away from his chest did the player tumble awkwardly to the right.
The beast missed its target, its massive body continuing its charge forward due to inertia. The next player took over the aggro, waving the cloth strip in front of it to guide the behemoth along the predetermined straight line.
The roasted whole lamb, clutching his accounting board, raced along the field ridges, pointing wildly in the air: "Hey you! You're off-center! The ridges are too crooked to plant, half your wages are off! Second group, get ready to take over, don't let the tractor stop!"
Suddenly, a crisp sound came from not far away.
One of the players guiding the team lost his footing and couldn't dodge in time. He was grazed on the thigh by the heavy armor on the side of the Ironclad Boar, rolled several times on the ground, and screamed in pain while clutching his thigh.
"Holy crap! My leg's broken! Boss, this counts as a work injury!"
Without even turning his head, the roasted whole lamb pointed at the substitute next to him and yelled, "Drag him out! Don't let his blood clump the loosened soil! Offlaner, get in there and hold aggro! If it dares to turn, nobody's getting paid today!"
Two players rushed forward, one grabbing the injured player's arm and dragging him out of the field like a dead dog, then tossing him onto the embankment. Substitute players immediately rushed onto the field, continuing to wave their shirts.
In less than an hour, this hardened wasteland, which would have required dozens of people to work continuously for half a month, was plowed into hundreds of neat and uniform deep furrows by more than a dozen exhausted wild beasts.