On the plains roughly sixty kilometers from the royal capital.
After ordering the entire force to infiltrate enemy territory in units of one hundred, Commander Fountain personally led a hundred-man squad across several miles of pitch-black wheat fields before finally reaching the nearest road.
Three infantry squads immediately spread out ahead in an arrowhead formation, advancing along the road and its sides while searching as they went.
"Say, this wheat is completely ripe. No one's harvesting it?"
Walking at the front, Rest in Peace plucked an ear of wheat and gently rubbed it between his fingers, noticing that green shoots had already begun to sprout from it.
As the saying went, "Harvest at ninety percent ripeness and get a full yield; wait until full ripeness and lose ninety percent." If wheat was not harvested until it was completely ripe, yields would drop by at least forty or fifty kilograms per mu, and the crop quality would suffer greatly as well.
If it then encountered several days of rain, causing the wheat to sprout or mold, the losses would be even greater. Fortunately, rain was rare in the oasis, and fresh water was supplied by the river embankments and stored in the soil through seepage.
"...That's normal. The Falcon Kingdom's mobilization has reached its final stage. All social production has ground to a halt. Forget ripe wheat being left unharvested—even if it made it into the granaries, it still wouldn't reach the tables of ordinary citizens."
Commander Fountain swept his gaze across the endless wheat fields beside them and clicked his tongue regretfully.
What a waste of this fertile black soil.
If this land were handed over to The Alliance's life-profession players, the yield could easily reach a thousand jin per mu.
With computerized planting towers and high-quality seeds provided by