Chapter 779: Divine Soldiers from Heaven
"Hurry up, hurry up, make phone calls separately"

No matter how difficult it is, we have to overcome it. Now that things have come to this, we have to do it even if it is difficult.

"Professor Zhang, you and I will each find someone in the university system, the agricultural science academy system, private farms, and agricultural machinery companies. Ask all those who have machines and see where we can transfer them overnight."

"Old Party Secretary, you should also make some calls to recruit people from the banner city and surrounding villages. If the machines don't work, we can use manpower. We can get as many people as we can in a day. Don't be afraid of spending money, I'll pay for the labor. Harvesting potatoes is our top priority."

Luo Yihang made decisive arrangements.

And make a direct outgoing call.

"Engineer Liu, the tractor over there..."

"Professor Zhao, do you have any machinery in Inner Mongolia... an agricultural machinery station? OK!"

"Is this the Tieqi Agricultural Machinery Station? Professor Zhao introduced it to me. Do you have any machines that can be transferred over here?"

"Qingta Agricultural Machinery Factory? Potato harvester, arrive in Ordos within one day..."

Luo Yihang made calls for more than an hour, until his phone became hot and the battery alarm went off.

I don’t know how many people I pulled out of bed, how many grumpinesses I endured, and how many nice things I said.

The results were only "no", "too late", "the machine has been moved", and "the earliest will be three days later"

The time is too tight and it’s totally too late.

There are too few large potato harvesters, and this place is too remote, so they cannot be deployed within a day.

Professor Zhang also hung up the phone dejectedly and shook his head.

The result is the same.

The machine of the company he originally contacted is still in Hailar.

The project over there has not been completed yet. The earliest it can be loaded will be tomorrow night, and delivered on the 11th.

There was simply no time.

The same goes for the others.

The two worked for a long time and only found a dozen small and medium-sized potato harvesters, which were the same as the ones used in Xiaoqinzhuang. They could only turn the potatoes out of the soil and had no loading function.

There are also several harvesters that can be used to cut potato vines.

Since large machines are not available, it is no longer possible to harvest the potato vines at once and crush them directly and return them to the fields.

This again requires a lot of manpower.

Other things like transport vehicles and warehouses are easy to solve.

Luo Yihang had said this in Xiaoqinzhuang a few days ago: Once we get here, things will be less stressful. We don’t have to pick potatoes anymore. We can load them all once the big machines are turned on.

The result is still human effort.

The pressure came to the old branch secretary.

In the eyes of everyone's expectations.

The old branch secretary also put down the phone silently, looking dejected, and shook his head.

There is no one available from the surrounding villages.

There are few people here, and they are all within the range of the cold wave. They have also received the notice and they also have to rush to harvest.

It’s a cold wave, covering a very large area.

I'm afraid that not only the city within the banner, but also several nearby cities will be affected and they all have to rush to harvest.

We should grab as much as we can. A reduction in production is better than a total loss.

Everywhere is asking for people, so there is no way for us to come and support.

The area here is vast and sparsely populated. The entire Ordos has a population of just over two million, which is less than the population of Tianhan.

Even if we can squeeze out some, it will be a drop in the bucket.

At Xiaoqinzhuang, there were more than a thousand people, and it took two days to recruit them.

Moreover, the yield per mu in Xiaoqinzhuang is more than 13,000 kilograms.

Although there are also 600 acres here, the yield per acre can't reach 20,000 kilograms. It will take at least 2,000 people to harvest them all in one day.

How could so many people appear overnight? Luo Yihang couldn't just throw beans and turn them into soldiers.

Oh, it would be nice if there was a university nearby.

College students are really useful.

Luo Yihang had already started to have wild thoughts. He had already planned to give up. In the face of natural disasters, human power was powerless.

Harvest as much as you can tomorrow, harvest a few acres, and then calculate the production data.

But right now.

The old Party Secretary suddenly slapped his forehead and said in surprise: "Wait! There's someone else!"

"Who?" Luo Yihang asked hurriedly.

"My fellow soldiers. I'll apply right away..."
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Early morning of October 10th.

A new recruit camp.

Suddenly, the lights went on, the bell rang, and someone in the yard shouted, "Assemble! Emergency assembly!"

The soldiers in the barracks were awakened from their sleep.

He jumped out of the bed and ran out.

In an instant, they gathered in the courtyard and formed neat lines.

But no one knew what had happened, and many people thought that it was a sudden night training march.

After the gathering.

The camp political commissar appeared and shouted without further ado, "Everyone has a temporary mission. You have ten minutes to tidy up your affairs and set off lightly. All platoon leaders will stay for a meeting. Disband!"

Going on a mission? What mission? No equipment?

Ten minutes flew by.

Soldiers from the entire battalion formed groups and lined up to board the bus.

More than a dozen military vehicles filed out of the base and drove into the night...

I felt a little more relaxed after getting in the car.

The soldiers asked questions to the platoon leader who had just held the meeting, "What is the platoon leader's mission?", "Is it a field training in an unfamiliar environment?", "Is there a fight?", "Are we going to the battlefield?"

To those who asked if there was a war, the platoon leader laughed and scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? There was no war."

Then he introduced the mission, "We are going to help the villagers harvest the crops this time. There will be a strong cold wave coming in the early morning tomorrow."

"Ah~~", "Okay~~"

The young warriors half sighed and half were happy.

Sighing means not having the chance to go to the battlefield.

I'm happy. I'm happy that there's no need for training.

It’s not that zipping is bad, but anything is better than zipping.

The training is hard on the one hand, but it’s also too boring.

Taking advantage of the conversation, one soldier began to tell his comrades around him that one time when they were on a training march, they were stopped by fellow villagers on the way and asked to help dig sweet potatoes.

The soldiers went there shouting and dug watermelons all day long. It was so much fun.

"Okay, okay, stop talking." The platoon leader interrupted the soldiers' chat and said, "This time is similar. We are helping the villagers pick potatoes."

"Just picking potatoes? Don't we need to dig them? Picking potatoes is not as interesting as digging them." The soldier who had just dug sweet potatoes was still thinking about it.

"We're not going there for fun." The platoon leader scolded him again, and then explained himself, "They say there are machines for digging potatoes, so we can just go there and pick them up. There are also bags and trucks to load. Just follow the instructions and do whatever you're told."

He looked at the watch and said, "It's 3:30 in the morning now. We will arrive before 9:00. We should take the time to rest and start working immediately after arrival. We must cut all the potatoes and load them into the truck and transport them to the warehouse before nightfall. It is said that the task is very heavy."

The more he said this, the more determined the soldiers became. "Heavy? The heavier the better. Don't be afraid!"

"That's right, one, don't be afraid of hardship, and two, don't be afraid of fatigue!"

The soldiers expressed their opinions one after another.

Another soldier asked, "Platoon leader, how many potatoes are planted over there?"

"It is said to be six hundred acres." The platoon leader replied.

They gave a very detailed introduction at the meeting. I wanted to take a break first and introduce the details in detail when the time is closer.

But since you're asking now, it's the same if I say it in advance.

The soldier who was asking the question had grown potatoes at home before, so he said with disdain, "What's so tiring about that? Our battalion has already been dispatched, hundreds of people, 600 acres, we can finish it in the morning before night..."

(End of this chapter)