Konoha Outlying woods, ruined temple three miles away.
Hidden Cloud trio arrived first.
They just stole the goods at the ANBU base and got an "authentic" piece of Minato's rejection of the frontline's 300,000 tael maintenance fee.
The three of them were counting the scrolls and bragging to each other.
"Konoha ANBU base's defenses are leaking from all sides."
"Minato Namikaze has managed the village in such a poor manner, so it can only deceive the common people."
As soon as he finished speaking, the space in front of him suddenly seemed to be twisted.
Among the black Uzumaki, Obito wearing an orange spiral mask walked out of thin air, cutting off their retreat.
Hidden Cloud Jonin sneered and pulled out Short Sword: "Where does this trash fish dare to stand in the way of the uncle?"
Obito didn't even bother to say a word of nonsense.
The right eye Mangekyo suddenly lit up, and the scarlet light was extremely dazzling in the wind and snow.
The pupils of the three Hidden Cloud spies instantly lost focus and fell straight into the snow.
Obito snapped his fingers, and three White Zetsu emerged from the shadows of the surrounding trees, quickly transforming into Hidden Cloud spies.
Obito threw the clothes he took off and Ninja Tools to White Zetsu: "Go back and continue shouting that Konoha is dying soon, don't reveal your secret."
In less than half an hour, all twelve spies were eliminated.
No food, no money, no equipment, no military morale. All the "truths" they dreamed of seeing were fed to them in every detail.
These twelve unlucky guys were directly packaged in seal scrolls and sent to Orochimaru's underground laboratory overnight, becoming the latest batch of high-end consumables.
Inside the underground base.
Ye put down her chopsticks and took a tissue to wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth.
Tobi handed over a cup of freshly brewed hot tea in an extremely stupid manner.
Ye took the tea cup and stood up, turned around and looked at the twelve fully armed Specialized White Zetsu Clones standing in the shadows.
After Chakra frequency adjustment, even some of their small habits are now exactly the same as those of the twelve special envoys.
"I've got all the materials, and I've seen enough drama."
Ye walked up to White Zetsu who was disguised as Iwagakure Jonin, stretched out his hand to straighten the collar of his thick velvet cloak, and his tone was playful.
"Twelve of you, taking the 'top secret information' that you worked so hard to capture, you can go back to work in glory with this skin on your shoulders."
Twelve White Zetsu all knelt down on one knee.
"A full set of acting."
Ye stared at the red dot moving further and further on the screen, a coldness filling her eyes.
"When you go out, make some noise and display some colorful information. Only those old Foxs can swallow the bloody information."
"As commanded."
Twelve figures sank into the ground and disappeared in the wind and snow in an instant.
Tobi stuck his head out and asked curiously, "Sir, what will happen to them after they go back?"
At night, I drank all the tea in the cup and threw the cup on the table.
"What will happen?"
Ye put his hands in his pockets, his voice was colder than the wind and snow outside.
"Four Kage will eagerly gather troops to grab meat after seeing these irrefutable evidences."
"When they attack the territory with heavy troops and feel that they are sure to win..." Ye chuckled.
"That's the charge number that Konoha sent troops to unify Shinobi World. These people were in a hurry to kill people, and I even nailed the coffin boards for them."
Land of Fire Capital City, Daimyō Mansion main hall.
At noon, the sun shines through the glazed tiles, the earth dragon is burning brightly, and sweat drips from the forehead of the waiting chamberlain.
Daimyō kicked over the fruit plate, and the grapes rolled down the golden brick steps. The minister knelt down at the foot of the steps holding the secret report.
"Your Excellency Daimyō, the royal caravan and the special envoys from the four villages have returned home, and the information they brought back has not been lost."
"Konoha found out what?"
The chamberlain handed over the scroll, his tone full of joy as he asked for credit.
"The granary is empty, the armor project has been stopped, and Hokage's Office is still arguing about military expenditures. All these are proven."
The scroll was spread out, and the image of an empty granary, the armor drawing with red crosses on it, and the approval document of Minato rejecting the grant were neatly placed in front of Daimyō.
This information has been disguised and processed by White Zetsu, and the mixture of true and false is enough for onlookers to draw wrong conclusions.
Daimyō turned over two pages, and the gloom between his eyebrows disappeared.
"I don't dare to check my directions. It seems that Minato Namikaze has finally learned to be afraid."
He picked up the popular document with a gold seal, and laughter spread along the top of the hall.
"With all the money and food gone, how can he support his group of warriors?"
The jug was smashed down the steps, pieces of jade were scattered, and one Dancing Girl had a bloody scratch on the back of his hand, and could only hide the wound in his sleeve.
Daimyō raised his hand to summon his ministers.
"Send the order and hold a banquet for three days. When Allied Forces from the fourth village steps on Konoha, I will personally see Minato Namikaze kneel down and beg for mercy."
"Let the ice sculptors of Land of Snow rush to work and move the Hokage Rock of Konoha to the center of the banquet. I will step on it and drink."
The minister fell to the ground and obeyed the order, but Daimyō still felt that it was not enough, so he turned around and ordered to take out the deep-sea fish and Land of Iron's finest beef.
"Keep only the tenderest part and reward the rest to the dogs in the house."
The minister hesitated for a moment and finally spoke.
"Daimyō, Your Excellency, many victims of the disaster in the outer city have frozen to death. Do you want to allocate a batch of the old grain in the granary to go out first?"
Daimyō stopped in front of the palace gate and looked back at him.
"When Konoha surrenders, Land of Fire will naturally be in peace."
"Those who can't survive will come to me and ask for a meal."
He raised his hand and pointed outside.
"Let's prepare the banquet first."
Daimyō Mansion Outside the ten-foot-high wall, the wind and snow are still getting heavier.
The snow in the slum was up to the knees, and frozen Refugees were crowded under the eaves, with snow powder slowly covering their faces.
Four gold-painted carriages rushed into the long street. The carriages were wrapped in thick cotton cloth, and inside were the rare birds and animals that were about to be presented to the banquet.
The warriors escorting the carriage raised their whips and drove them away.
"Get out of the way, don't surprise the tribute!"
An old man stretched out his hand to hold on to the shaft of the cart. The driver raised his hand and pulled it away. The old man fell into the snowdrift, and the convoy continued to move forward along the long street.
The woman in front was kneeling on the road with her child in her arms, her voice begging for food was cut into pieces by the wind and snow, and the long whip tore open the thin clothes on her shoulders.
The wheels ran over her, leaving blood stains on the snow, which were soon covered by new snow.
At the same time, Konoha Northern Suburbs is three hundred meters underground, and the alloy gate of Geothermal Farm rises upward.
Hot air with an earthy smell poured into the passage. Hundreds of acres of farmland were spread in the underground space, and mature wheat ears leaned to one side along with the air flow from the ventilator.
Orochimaru walked among the fields, picked off a wheat ear, rubbed open the wheat husks, and held the wheat kernels in the palm of his hand.
"The yield per mu is four times that of ordinary farmland, and it takes 40 days to mature."
He glanced at the rice and sweet potatoes planted in the adjacent area.
"Frost and snow will not affect us here, and rice and sweet potatoes have also been successfully grown on trial."
Minato was not wearing Hokage Haori, only wearing a black turtleneck sweater. He picked up a handful of new grains and let the grains fall back into the basket from between his fingers.
"If the geothermal heat does not stop, food will be produced one crop after another."
"If he blocks the country for ten years, we will plant it for ten years. Konoha will never run out of food just because of an edict."
Fugaku stood next to the loaded grain basket, and the tightness in his chest finally lifted.
"Daimyō's food cutoff order has become waste paper."
"He has lost his way, so let's keep this account in mind first."
The sound of crawler tracks came from outside the field. Twelve Chakra Harvesters drove into the wheat field, the cutters rotated, and the wheat grains were poured into the trailer along the conveyor belt.
One truck of grain is sent to the ground warehouse, and the next empty truck is immediately filled.
In the evening, a large amount of heat rises from the cauldron area of Konoha Commercial Street.
Thirty iron pots were boiling at the same time, braised pork and white radish were being poured into the soup, and as soon as the new rice was removed from the pot, the aroma spread along the street.
Akimichi Clan's Jonin holds the iron ladle to maintain the team.
"Get in line and have enough food, and you can get more after eating!"
The refugees and some nearby Refugees came forward one after another holding rice bowls, pouring gravy on the rice, and several children ran around the stove holding rice balls.
All peaceful.