On the vast plain blanketed in snow, the tractor driven by Luo Chong was like an oil brush, painting a long, neat strip of black behind it. All of it was moist soil turned up from below.
The snowfield was like a white backdrop, while the oil brush driven by Luo Chong kept moving forward, as if it intended to paint the entire backdrop black.
The Spiked Club spun with a whir, scraping up the soil beneath it and sending it flying up and down. At higher speeds, one could even see the dirt being flung backward.
Everyone behind them stared at the scene and cried out in astonishment. Only now did they understand why Chieftain had suddenly dreamed up this contraption. With a combination of a tractor and a Rotary Tiller like this, how many Draft Oxen could it replace?
"This thing plows way too fast!" one of the research team members immediately exclaimed in surprise.
"Hahahaha! Did you see that? Did you see that? I welded every blade on that Rotary Tiller. I welded them all."
"My heavens! Do you know what's really amazing about this thing? It's not just that it moves fast. It also plows an especially wide strip each time. Look—a single ox can only plow one row at a time, two or three at most. But when this Rotary Tiller makes one pass, it plows six meters at once!"
"That's right. One tractor with a Rotary Tiller can do as much in one pass as several oxen plowing together. And look at the result—the soil it turns over is much more evenly plowed than what the oxen do."
Everyone stared at the astonishing sight before them, chattering and marveling without end. Lin Fei, who was leading the group, was the first to recover. He