Farming Is What Matters Most! (Second Update, Please Subscribe!)

As everyone knew, Northern Russia lay in the north of the Eurasian continent, where the climate was bitterly cold year-round and the living environment harsh.

That made it difficult for them to develop a diverse industrial base.

However,

that harsh environment had also become their natural barrier.

Back then, the Third Reich's blitz forces had launched a surprise assault, planning to take Moscow within three months. Yet they were ultimately stalled by Russia's vast strategic depth, and when the brutal winter arrived, Russia turned the tide in one stroke with the aid of the weather.

It was the same now.

The climate and environment here were relatively harsh, so not only were the people a warrior nation—

even the animals and beasts in the mountains and forests were incredibly formidable fighters.

That pack of brown bears in the old-growth forest had not even entered hibernation yet. Then they saw so many strange-looking little things suddenly show up, snarling ferociously as they lunged at them...

Could you put up with that? Getting bullied by those big hairy Russian men was one thing. They were primates, after all, and with their regional bonuses, they not only possessed powerful combat talent but could also skillfully use all sorts of weapons and tactics. Losing to them was nothing shameful.

No—

nothing shameful for a bear.

But now these weird little things dared to come shit and piss on their heads? Could they tolerate that?

Kill the bastards! Then the brown bears frolicked to their hearts' content in the woods... And hey, these strange little things were actually pretty tasty.

For some reason, whatever was inside these monsters made them especially appealing to bears. The bears had been worrying about how little there was in the forest to hunt and eat, only for a whole