Chapter 407 Papermaking Project

"A lot of rotting corpses have been added. Have you detected a large-scale zombie attack?"

Field's heart skipped a beat.

Could it be that the corrupted divine choice that ran away was going to take revenge so soon? The so-called care leads to chaos. His own foundation is threatened, and Field cannot calm down.

"That's not true, it's just that there are a lot more scattered rotten corpses." Silver Claw said and gestured, "Our ore transportation routes and farming have been greatly affected. About three slaves were killed by rotten corpses. Attacked and killed."

If it were a Clover or Pure White attack, they would definitely not let the scattered rotting zombies attack. The momentum of the twenty to thirty thousand zombie attack was still fresh in Field's memory.

"I will take care of it, and the army will come back to defend in waves. You can go and rest, and leave the rest to me."

"Sir, please take us with you in the next war. We are willing to be in the front row!"

When Silver Claw left, he bowed respectfully, and the wolf demi-humans around him did not hide the fanatical admiration in their eyes.

"Okay, no problem."

After Silver Claw left, Fielder stood there and thought for a long time. He squinted his eyes and subconsciously looked at the location of the fortress.

"Maybe... the power of the life lock has been weakened."

"Why do the wights shrink their defenses? Why do they plan to attack in two years? Are they accumulating strength or waiting for the opportunity?"

Questions popped up suddenly. The more Field thought about it, the weirder he felt. He tightened his grip on the reins and said, "We have to focus on the northern border. No matter what, first kill all the rotting corpses in the Night Territory and build a high wall."

After settling the wounded, Field took care of Rosalia for a while.

Since he had to return to the border fortress immediately, Field was in no hurry to inspect the territory.

Quickly handle the copywriting work of Night Collar and complete the accumulated work.

Today, the population of the territory is about 2,400. Most of the slaves have left their slave origin and become free citizens who can pay taxes and consume.

"You need to get an ID card and your place of birth. It was okay before there were few people, but now that there are more free people, it always feels messy." Field sorted out the rags and put them aside, "Get the paper out too, it can be used To make paper in batches, waterwheels are needed to provide power.”

Today's paper is either parchment, which is as expensive as gold, or papyrus and rag paper, which are difficult to use.

In the entire empire, there was only one special commercial collar, which owned a rag paper mill. There are a few papyrus paper mills, but the papyrus paper is very stretchy. Just pull it lightly and it will break into pieces everywhere.

"Let's deal with the increase in the number of rotten corpses first. Wait, let my subordinates prepare the raw materials for paper making."

After Field made his decision, he immediately called the butler Kao.

"Is there anything big going on in the territory these days?" Field asked unhurriedly.

"My lord, your governance is fair and benevolent. There is nothing bad in the territory. If you insist on bad things, it will be very difficult to develop farmland in the territory. Without the protection of the city wall, farmers cannot go out to work, and there are rotting corpses everywhere."

"I'll take care of it."

Field handed over a list: "Do you still have the wheat straw from the previous harvest?"

"One thing is that neither cows nor horses like to eat this stuff, and it is consumed very slowly." Scanning the paper handed over, Kaa found that the paper was full of "garbage", such as weeds, tree bark, tattered linen clothes or Wheat straw, "Sir, if you want wheat straw, we can harvest a lot during the upcoming grain harvest."

"Yes, the rye harvest is about to begin. With the rye output, it can feed a lot of people."

Thinking that the territory was about to usher in a second harvest, Field's unhappiness dissipated somewhat.

"Put the collected materials into the water and soak them. I will use them in a few days." Field paused, tapped the table with his fingertips twice, and said with a smile, "I almost forgot to mention that the border fortress is ours now. Territory. I need people to go to the fortress to help inventory supplies."

"ah?"

"I took the fort through negotiation," Field repeated.

Kao was stunned, and then his face became strangely flushed. He almost jumped up with excitement: "What, you mean the border fortress of the Bull Territory, my God, Goddess, I heard something, a fortress!"

"Celebration, we must arrange a celebration for you. This is a victory that will go down in history." Kaa couldn't control himself and paced back and forth in the room. "The Ross family has not achieved such a victory for too long. Everyone will take it seriously. Proud.”

"I want to talk to Tate and the others."

Kaa ran away excitedly.

"This old boy." Field couldn't help but smile. He put the quill back into the pen holder and stretched. "First, go clear out the rotting corpses around you and take a look at Filomena's combat power."

They found the little fat dragon Ofili, and Field brought Filomena with him.

"Ofili, how is the recovery of your corpse group?"

"It's not bad. Ordinary rotten corpses are easy to replenish, but the strengthened rotten corpses make me very confused." Ofili crossed his arms over his chest, "What type of enhanced rotten corpses do you need? There was a mess of strengthened rotten corpses before. It’s hard to function.”

"Half defensive, half speedy."

After thinking for a moment, Field made a decision: "When firearms appear, there will be no need for human legions to serve as line-filling infantry."

We really can't afford to lose hundreds of high-quality laborers in a war.

"firearm?"

"A powerful long-range weapon, much stronger than a crossbow. No, I feel that the current level of technology should have firearms."

It is said that the Zijin Empire is a city wall blown open by firearms.

Why doesn't the Griffin Empire have it?

Is it because the existence of magic has suppressed the development of science and technology?

Field made a virtual grab, and then drew a long shape in the air with both hands: "Hollow, can launch..."

"Lord of the Trash, you are not harassing me, are you?" Opheli looked at Field's gesture, her pretty face turned red, and she said angrily, "You are not serious all day long, don't say it anymore, I don't want to listen."

"Why would I lie to you, you will see it later."

Field was speechless, too lazy to explain to this stubborn guy.

"Let's go clean up the corpses around and see where these guys came from. If possible, try to block some gaps."

"Okay, don't forget to bring some chevaux de frise or stones, load them on a wooden cart, and I will let the corpses take them away."

Do it as soon as you say it.

Field asked the slaves to carry the sundries to the open space outside the city, and then let Opheli's corpse take it.

It was only a few steps out of the Starry Night City, and the red skull mark on the small map had reached an astonishing level.

This is the outskirts of Starry Night City. It was originally used to grow wheat. The land is fertile and must be recovered.

"I don't know how Alexia is doing. Maybe I should go and support them."