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For aircraft that meet the above load requirements, the Originium Engine cannot power them, nor can any engine with an external air intake structure. The only ones that can be used are the two overly advanced gadgets that Lao Xia has: the nuclear pulse engine and the arc jet engine. The former can carry a small spaceship weighing several thousand tons into space, while the latter can send something weighing several hundred tons into the sky.

However, Xia Lin didn't have enough equipment to build the former, and could barely cobble together a green-skinned version of the latter. But the difficulty in flight and power control was too high.

The end result is that the doctor currently does not have any aircraft capable of carrying out long-range precision bombing.

However, horizontal bombardment is perfectly adequate; as soon as Victoria attacks, a minefield of anti-ship mines will rain down from the sky.

These landmines are technically super-large. However, their actual weight is not high, and even so, only a few dozen can be carried out in a single bombing run.

It could effectively hinder the Victoria fleet's maneuverability. However, its actual destructive effect was not good, because minefields laid by air were exposed and easy to clear.

However, the Victorians weren't stupid. They had absolutely no courage to stop and let the ground troops clear the mines when they saw those four landships equipped with divine cannons. That would be like being a sitting duck. The only thing they could do was to take a detour.

Moreover, the brakes might not be able to stop in time. Once the formation is disrupted, Kazdel's heavy rocket ships can close in on the attack and then smash the thing open with powerful guided rockets.

The effectiveness of splitting the skull has been proven by sufficient battlefield data provided by the Leitanians on the northern front, although the accuracy is not high and the target is best when stationary or in slow motion.

In this situation, Victoria completely ignored Letania's urging. They simply lingered outside the border, watching the Doctor on the other side continuously reinforce the defenses. They firmly believed that such a mobilization would cause great damage to Kazdel's economy and production, and would continuously prevent their army from supporting the northern battlefield in a timely manner.

Kazdel, Satti Oasis, Farm Dome Main Station, this area has been developed into Xia Lin's residential area. In a sense, his living environment is the best in all of Kazdel, located on the shore of the oasis lake.

The light-collecting devices on the dome evenly diffuse sunlight throughout the entire dome, maintaining uniform and gentle illumination. Along the sunlit lakeside, there are rolling forests with colorful flowers and various berries growing beneath them. There is even a horse farm among the exquisite houses.

It looks like a luxurious resort, and even more expensive considering the technology involved.

However, no one in Kazdel had any objections to this matter—in a sense, this man supported at least half of Kazdel's population, so his consumption was nothing in comparison.

Moreover, whether as the chairman of the Xia Group or the chief technician, this compensation is, strictly speaking, rather low. However, this is the level of living that Terra can provide.

"Dad, I'm done..." Xia Qiu, wearing an adorable tiger-head hat, came over with her homework. "Let me see... um... you made a mistake here, and here, and here..." Xia Lin glanced at it, circled the mistakes with his pen, and told his daughter to continue correcting them.

Then, looking at Yelena and her nominal students sitting in the living room, who were also doing their homework, they seemed much more nervous than Xia Qiu. Xia Qiu was just doing ordinary math homework, while these students were doing genetics homework.

Yelena was a little better off; she was doing her advanced mathematics homework. Judging from her face covered in cold sweat and the way steam seemed to rise from her white hair, it was clear that her progress was extremely poor.

"Bang!" "Phew, you have way too many books!" The little tiger wiped his sweat, and the pile of books he put down made the floor shake.

"Data exported from electronic storage devices cannot be copied between reading and storage devices, but data itself can."

Xia Lin exported all the reference books and textbooks she had stored on her personal terminal, and then this huge pile of stuff appeared.

"Mentor, this is..."

"Your textbooks for next semester."

"Ah!!" These people knew how strong the master's wife was; she could swing a solid meteor hammer the size of a table, and judging from the sound of it hitting the ground, it was quite heavy.

"Thank goodness I don't have to learn these!" Yelena was immediately happy. What was so happy about when she was learning advanced mathematics? It was that her deskmate next to her had to learn something more difficult than advanced mathematics, and was also a bunch of people taller than her.

"Master Xia! I've made what you asked for." Nian, wagging its tail, came over with a small stack of papers. "Can you tell me what this is for? It seems even more complicated than Master Ke's design?"

"Integrated harvester" "Hmm? That thing isn't that complicated, is it?" Nian thought to himself that he had seen harvesters before. Don't treat the technology of the Great Yan as barbaric. Although it is difficult to use on a large scale for various reasons, it still exists.

"I mean, the final product is an integrated product of compressed nutritional rice cake raw materials." Xia Lin looked at the simple description and parameter table and felt that it barely met the standards.

As mentioned earlier, what could be more complex and sophisticated than what Ke Shifu designed, enough to make a mechanical dog turn pale? It's automated food processing equipment.

Soft, sticky, irregular, clinging to walls, incompressible, flammable and explosive, prone to mold, prone to crumbling—these are all nightmares for mechanical automation. And then, when all these nightmares come together on one machine…

"The rice is harvested, and then the rice stalks are processed together to become soft, water-containing composite raw materials. These are then sorted, bagged, and sent to a food processing plant. After detoxification and dehydration, the rice is processed and compressed together with harvested vegetables, minced meat, offal, and bones from the meat processing plant to become military rations for the front lines."

Previously, in order to ensure employment as much as possible, agricultural automation in Xia Lin was greatly restricted. Now that a large number of mountain people and ordinary Sarkaz farmers have been conscripted into the army, farming can only be mechanized.

Kazdel, which fully embraced automation and intelligence, did not suffer from the same internal problems as Victoria, where war mobilization led to a decline in people's living conditions and caused internal issues, nor was it unable to free up enough manpower.

In fact, quite the opposite, the original intention was to ensure that everyone had a job, rather than having more than one-fifth of the men in a country loitering in the streets, so as not to suppress their productive capacity too much.

Now that we're in a state of war, this issue no longer needs to be considered. As a result, the actual production of agricultural products and primary industrial goods in Kazdel has not only remained unaffected but has actually increased steadily.

Honestly, manual labor is indeed too low-level, and Kazdel's current level of education is not up to par for high-level mental work.

"Oh, I see. That makes sense now. I thought you were dealing with some kind of complicated manufacturing equipment."

She thought it was some kind of aviation equipment and excitedly used her vacation time to build the cheat car, only to find out in the end that it was a labor-saving farming device...

"There's no other way; we have to conserve the lifespan of the beehives now. So, we can only ask the people at your mechanical manufacturing plant to come up with a solution."

Old Xia sighed. The Star Alliance's equipment couldn't be maintained or replenished here at all, and it was designed to be replaced every five years by the colonists. It was already beyond its service life.

"By the way, you guys, you'll be learning about autologous cloning and directed cloning next semester. So, it's best to finish reading these things during the holidays."

Old Xia plans to build a large artificial womb factory in Satie for the mass production of livestock embryos, which is much faster than artificial breeding.

There is also a biological organ cloning factory. After all, the loss of limbs on the front lines is unsolvable, but other medical fields can use them.

Because the nervous system is damaged, the brain assumes that part is already dead, and even if it is reconnected, it will not be effective.

In layman's terms, the operating system has deleted the driver for this non-existent device, so it's useless for you to plug it back in. The cloning and porting process must be completed within a certain period of time.

However, it does come in handy for other issues. For example, with the increase in life expectancy and the rise in the number of inexperienced workers in factories, there are also more people losing limbs in the safe rear hospitals.

In particular, to ensure frontline logistics, various trains and transport vehicles are operating at overcapacity—which leads to a high accident rate and a large demand for biological organs.

In addition, the use of various wet-process equipment also requires a large number of organ cloning factories. Relying solely on artificially raised pigs to produce biochips is no longer sufficient, so targeted organ cloning is a necessity.

Xia Lin's inhumanly inefficient and unethical practices, compared to agricultural production in other parts of Terra, led to logistical problems on the northern front...

"What kind of meat is this?" It tastes like meat, smells like meat, but it doesn't look like meat at all. Meat isn't green!

“Don’t ask what this is!” Reed, the older brother, said seriously. “Based on my past experience as a laborer under the old warlords, in the army, you should never ask what the food in the bowl is made of.”

"For example, this immune-boosting food?" The younger brother took out the strange snack that was distributed to him. It was a dark brown, semi-transparent food that looked like jelly. It actually tasted pretty good.

It is said to have some effect on symptoms such as mouth ulcers and stomach bleeding caused by irregular eating habits and vitamin deficiency on the battlefield.

It can also boost immunity. It tastes a bit like salty jelly, and many soldiers with unusual tastes have even come to like this free food.

"I'll say it again, don't ask what it's made of!" Reed's face darkened. "If you'd ever eaten rat meat, you wouldn't be asking this question!"

What is rat meat?

"Ugh!" Soldiers who had served under old warlords or experienced the Southern Famine felt nauseous at the mere mention of the name. If it weren't for Reed protecting him, this hothead would have been ganged up on and beaten up by the people in the mess hall.

"The meat of the big rat, but if there's even the slightest possibility, don't ask about it again, and don't touch it, understand?"

The so-called "big rats" were the meat brought back by rat-catching teams that went out to catch rats during the famine. But where did these "big rats" weighing tens of kilograms come from during the famine?

"Stop guessing, this is hydroponically grown meat..." Seeing the morale in the mess hall plummeting, many soldiers were wondering what this strange meat, completely different from what they had eaten before, was. Finally, the cook spoke up.

"Here it is." He pulled out a spherical object covered in moss and clumps, giving it a strange green color. When cut open, it was indeed the same kind of mysterious green meat they had been eating.

"It's a piece of flesh that can grow by basking in the sun and relying on water, just like a plant. However, we don't know exactly what kind of creature it is."

"It's a rock crab, a rock crab without a shell..."

"Sir..."

"It's alright," Mudrock waved his hand. "This is a rock crab, cultivated by Miss Bean Sprout. It's a rock crab that doesn't grow a shell. If you have the chance, you can go to her rock crab farm to take a look. In addition to this aquatic species, there is also a terrestrial species, which looks like big green rocks."

After killing off piles of experimental specimens with bean sprouts, they finally developed a species of rock crab that coexists with fungi containing chlorophyll.

This fungus, like moss, parasitizes the rock crab, providing it with some nutrition, though the efficiency is actually quite low.

Therefore, crabs raised in this way lack aggression and activity; they are simply feed-eating and waste-producing machines.

With plenty of food and symbiotic bacteria providing a large amount of sugar, and without any exercise, they naturally gain weight very quickly, making them a blockbuster livestock product that Kazdel plans to launch in the future.

In a sense, Doumiao has realized its life value and ideals, successfully creating a species of rock crab with great breeding and economic value.

Although this creature now has almost lost its desire to reproduce and requires artificial insemination by placing the male rock crab on the back of the female rock crab.

However, it grows quickly, is docile, and doesn't require a large space. One animal only needs a square grid of hay, a water trough, a feed trough, and 24-hour sunlight.

The aquatic type is even simpler. The parasites on its back and the mouthparts on its body will automatically filter food. It only needs to maintain the water flow rate and temperature to grow on its own, just like a piece of underwater stone covered with moss.

Chapter Twenty-Nine: The Quagmire of War

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On the northern front, this quagmire-like war had exhausted all of Leitania's patience and morale. From early spring to autumn, and then from autumn to snow cover, the army had only advanced less than 200 kilometers, and the resistance it encountered was no different from the beginning.

Let alone real-life battles that require sacrificing life and blood, even in games, players will lose the courage to fight and the will to continue if faced with a health bar that doesn't move at all.

But for the soldiers of Letania, they had to fight this enemy with no visible health bar until the next spring. They burned down every town and hanged as many people as possible who dared to resist.

However, this was meaningless, because more men and women would be dressed in uniforms, armed and waiting for them in the next town, and unlike the increasingly emaciated Letanian troops, these Sarkaz were all ruddy-faced, full of fighting spirit and the strength to win crucial battles.

If they had landships, the Leitanians would have been driven back to their homeland long ago. Even with landships, Leitania is increasingly unable to advance further.

They believed that at least 10 Sarkaz people were directly or indirectly killed on the battlefield.

However, they also lost 80% of their own forces. If it weren't for the continuous influx of infected cannon fodder and new recruits from the rear, they would probably have exhausted even the last soldier who could still wield a weapon.

This is even with land-based ships. Without these super-heavy armored units, their casualties would be three to five times higher. Land-based ships, mobile fortresses, and mobile outposts provide soldiers with excellent cover and mobile shelter.

Compared to the Sarkaz who could only use trees, ruins, and buildings to block their view, at least these units' armor plates could actually withstand weapon attacks, rather than just providing negligible cover.

It was another small-scale skirmish. The agricultural town resisted for five days, almost wiping out the last adult man with a gun. The Leitanians also lost hundreds of corpses before they finally captured the town, which was almost reduced to ruins.

No matter how much the officers tried to persuade them, even with whips, no one would take another step forward. Countless such towns existed across the wastelands and hills north of Kazdel, if every single one of them resisted with such unwavering resolve—

So, it might be necessary to kill off the last son of all the nobles in the country before they could even reach the southern provinces of the other side.

The troops were stationed and rested here. The land-based ships and accompanying mobile supply depots docked at the town module, used the wells built by the Kazdel people to draw water, filled the water tanks of the warships and various vehicles, and scavenged the last bit of food from the granaries that had been burned black by the locals without hesitation to cook some fresh meals for everyone.

They took what they could carry and burned what they could burn, but the vegetables in the greenhouses and fields hadn't been harvested yet, and the juicy radishes weren't easy to ignite. This meant that after five days of fighting, every Letanian could finally have a hot bowl of boiled radish.

The warships certainly had ample food reserves and kitchens, but those were for noble officers and the elite. These poor ground infantrymen didn't have such good treatment; they only emitted strange smells.

Moreover, the black bean biscuit rations soaked in blood and sweat and mixed with sawdust during battle are edible.

Apart from that, they can only rely on logistics transportation for supplies. The good news is that because their advance is too slow, their logistics line is not too long.

So everyone is still fed, but the bad news is that the Sarkaz mobile armored units are constantly attacking their supply convoys. Therefore, supplies are intermittent, and they have to eat dry rations from time to time.

The infected infantrymen of the disciplinary battalion pulled a glittering silver package from a corpse. The infected person was only about 14 years old and was still a child.

However, like other infected people, they were driven out of the resettlement camps in Letania, given crudely made weapons, and sent to the battlefield.

The Letanians say that in the past, they arranged settlements for the infected and fed them, instead of throwing them into mines like Ursus did, or squeezing them dry with insurance and ineffective drugs like Rembitox did, leaving them with a mountain of debt to work in the mines until they died.

Unlike Casimir, who treated them as expendable resources in the arena or slaves to the countryside and nobles, they were given a relatively good place to live, where the infected could survive on their own as long as they didn't wander off.

Of course, taxes are still unavoidable, and frankly, in Terra, this is a very generous treatment, even leading the way among the Terran nations. While the infected in Letania certainly have a worse life and have to endure punitive taxes, they can still manage to survive and have a piece of land of their own.

However, with the outbreak of economic crisis and war, all the blame was placed on the Sarkaz.