Just after dawn, the wind stopped.
No. 3 Mining District There is a long queue on the snow track outside.
Zhou Fu led the miners' families and the brothers who were on guard as they rushed back from the city, but the end of the team could not be seen yet.
Standing on the broken beam above the pit at night, a stack of new deeds still smelled of ink in my hand.
ANBU held the board steady, raised his hand, and drove the nails into the corners of the paper one by one.
Kakashi unfolded the document and spoke louder than the wind.
"From today onwards, the entire mine will be divided into three shifts. Each shift lasts six hours. There will be a break after the shift. No one will be left behind."
"The wages are paid in cash on a daily basis. If the amount exceeds the quota, it will be calculated separately. If you dig more trucks, you will get an extra share."
"The accounting office will post the numbers on the same day, so anyone can get it right."
No one answered the call at Hangkou for a while.
Zhou Fu opened his mouth, and the words rolled on his tongue twice but he didn't say it out.
He has been mining for thirty years, and this is the first time he heard that he can get more money if he digs more.
He squeezed forward half a step and rubbed his hands back and forth on the lapel of his coat.
"Sir, was this paper torn up some time ago?"
Ye looked down at him.
"The two who tore the paper rolled into the snow last night."
"I set the rules this time."
A young miner woke up first and roared loudly.
"You still find money after working three shifts? Will you give me extra if you dig out more?"
The crowd dispersed with a roar.
Zhou Fu turned around and grabbed the bloody pickaxe on the ground.
He limped and rushed towards the wellhead, and several young men could not hold him back.
The Broken-Eared Warrior followed behind with a knife, cursing as he ran, threatening to chop down anyone who tried to steal his mineral vein.
From that day on, the torch at the entrance of the pit has never been extinguished.
The chants in the depths of the mine tunnel surged one after another, and the winches spun white.
The iron wheel crushed Frozen Ground into a ditch half a foot deep. The driver thought the mule was too slow and cracked his whip.
There was a long queue every night in front of the accounting office, and the copper coins were counted until people's fingers peeled off.
Lao Zhou worked under Dahe Long for a full month, and the most he got was eight coins.
This time the accountant counted six taels and three coins to him, and the copper coins were so heavy that his sleeves dropped.
He walked out of the shed holding the money and stood in the snow for a long time.
The wind made his eyes sore, and then he remembered that he was going to get medicine.
The medicine was put on the stove that day, and my wife's breath was about to expire, so it was given.
Obito squatted beside the charcoal pot, looked at the queue outside the accounting room, and smacked his lips.
"A few days ago they were holding pickaxes to kill us."
I was flipping through the daily newspaper sent by White Zetsu at night without looking up.
"What they want is never a mine, but a way to survive."
As the days pass, more and more ores are mined.
The number on the seventh day alone is more than the first three days combined.
On the newly opened secret road, one car after another of gray-white Marrowstone Sand went towards Land of Fire.
The command post is just a wooden shed.
I was checking the logistics waybill at night, and the tip of my pen was scratching rapidly, when suddenly there was a hissing sound from the roof of the shed.
A small Ninja Hawk fell through the snow and fog and shook its wings.
It dropped a snake-shaped scroll sealed with red clay on the desk.
Ye crushed the sealing mud and glanced twice, not suppressing the smile on her lips.
Obito and Kakashi, who were stirring the fire beside the charcoal basin, raised their heads at the same time.
"Orochimaru's letter, the joint management of Geothermal Generator, and the first batch of Chakra Armor, all mass production is completed."
He grabbed his cold cloak and threw it over his shoulders.
"Let's go back to the village to collect the goods."
Obito The fire tongs in his hand were still stuck in the charcoal ashes, and the person had already been pulled up.
The mark of Flying Thunder God lit up, and the three of them fell into the depths of Konoha.
Incandescent lights illuminate the endless passage.
The smell of preservatives mixed with the smell of engine oil penetrated into his nose, and Obito retched as soon as he opened his eyes.
Taking another step forward, his feet were nailed to the spot.
Sharingan transferred it by himself.
Dozens of sets of armors were hung on the cold metal wall.
The nail plates are gray-white like Marrowstone Sand, and a faint blue light shines through the seams between the joints and the chest.
The nutrient solution in the test tube next to it was still bubbling, and the gurgling sound could be heard clearly.
Orochimaru stepped out of the shadows and licked his lips with his long tongue.
"This is a carrier forged with Marrowstone Sand extract. I have adjusted the conductivity to 99%."
He ran his fingers across a piece of breastplate, his fingertips pausing on the weld.
Kakashi pushed up the pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
After wearing this thing for a long time, he is really reluctant to take it off now.
"The Chakra that hit Genin may not be able to support the whole body circuit."
Orochimaru chuckled and pulled open the breastplate cover.
It is densely packed with miniature seal arrays.
"So I used the plan given by Lord Ye."
He touched the core of the seal with his fingertips, and he couldn't hide the madness in his eyes.
"Added the extract from Nine-Tails seal overflow, and then used Hashirama Cells for transit filtration."
"As long as the output is not overloaded, the battery life will be endless."
Obito stared at the moving blue light and forgot to blink.
If this armor is given to ordinary ninjas with Chakra's shortcomings, it will depend on their talent in future battles.
In Hokage Building, Minato flipped through the actual measurement data and pressed down page after page, frowning more and more tightly.
Fugaku stood beside the case, waiting for him to finish reading the last page.
Minato picked up the pen and signed the transfer order with extremely steady handwriting.
"This power must be in the hands of the cleanest people, selected from among the Chinese Genin who are from civilian backgrounds."
"It doesn't matter if your talent is mediocre. The details must be found out to the third generation. The code name is Special Defense Force."
"Fugaku, leave the selection to Konoha Military Police Force, no one should be left out."
Fugaku responded and put the order into his sleeve.
Written on this defense order is the name Uchiha.
He sent Land of Birds Mining District to the defense of the new army on the spot.
In the training ground on the second underground floor, hundreds of selected players Genin stood upright, and no one dared to glance around.
They knew in their hearts that there was a shortage of people on the front line to fill the gap, and this trip was probably going to be a dead end.
The short man standing at the front glanced at Ye, and then quickly lowered his head.
The tarp was lifted off by Ye and Minato.
The blue armor on the cart was illuminated by the lights, and there were gasps from the queue.
Orochimaru said in a hoarse voice. Inject a little Chakra to activate the hub, and the armor itself will be able to supply energy.
Someone was holding a helmet, and his hands were shaking so much that the tassels of the helmet were shaking.
How could mediocre people like them touch the top of the village?
Ye raised his chin towards the end of the team and named someone to come out.
That is a veteran with very little Chakra, who has been stuck in the Chunin position for eight years.
The guy who came in the same batch was promoted early, but he failed every year and was sent to inspect the warehouse every year.
The nail plate clicked shut.
Someone in the back row whispered, saying that 80% of this Iron Shell would have to rely on his own little Chakra to hold on.
The soldier didn't hear it.
He gritted his teeth and pressed his Chakra into the sealing formation.
The blue light traveled all over the body along the gray and white armor lines, and the floor tiles under my feet made a thin sound.
"Blow up the reinforced target in front."
Ye crossed her arms without raising her eyes.
The veteran swallowed, raised his arm awkwardly, and punched out.
The composite target that could block Jonin's full blow fell into pieces on the spot.
The impact wind blew the Forehead Protector of several people in the front row askew.
The veteran opened his hand, turned it over and looked at it again.
The fist made such a big impact that there was not even a bit of soreness left in the tiger's mouth.
After being stuck in the Chunin position for the eighth year, he raised his hand for the first time and didn't know where to put it.
The place was silent for a second.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of people cheered and the entire underground floor was lifted up.
Everyone looked at Ye with burning eyes.
[Ding! The shock and fanatical admiration value from all members of Special Defense Force, +2140000!]
Ye listened to the beeps rolling down one after another, and gathered the collar of the cloak.
Shinobi World This battle will no longer be decided by a few geniuses.
At night, this team put on black cloaks and left the village overnight along the newly opened logistics line.
In the snowstorm early the next morning, two rows of faint blue steel figures appeared next to the ore transport convoy at the junction of Wind and Earth.
They said nothing, and the snow fell on the cracks between their armors and melted when it fell in.
On the ridge three hundred steps away, a pair of Iwagakure telescopes stared at it for a long time.
The lens barrel retracted half an inch and then stopped.
The hand holding the mirror counted the number of people in the two rows twice before slowly entering the snow line.