Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters
Chapter 1160 - 13: Preparation for Battle (Part 3)_3

Chapter 1160: Chapter 13: Preparation for Battle (Part 3)_3

"Yes," Berlion admitted bluntly, "If time allows, I can modify more."

The old blacksmith Poltan’s expression twisted as he lamented, gnashing his teeth and slapping his thigh:

"Foolish! Foolish! Preparing for war is important, I know. But even so, you shouldn’t cooperate with Gangchalov and their group! They’re not like me; they’re fixated on maintaining the guild’s monopoly! By helping them improve the blast furnace, you’re strengthening their power! Originally, as long as we kept lowering the prices, they would eventually submit. And now? They also have blast furnaces that can produce iron continuously, and our weapons are useless now! How could His Excellency Montane be so foolish!"

Berlion listened quietly to the old blacksmith’s outburst. Only when the latter was gasping for air and uncontrollably began coughing did he calmly say, "Don’t worry, Mr. Poltan. As long as His Excellency Montane wishes, people like Gangchalov will be crushed like ants. Compared to the Steel Castle blacksmith guild, the Iron Peak County blacksmith guild is nothing."

Confusion, fear, surprise... a complex mix of emotions appeared in succession on the faces of Poltan, Saocha, and Carlos.

"For now, the most important thing—" Berlion did not explain further, he merely looked at the three, "is to win the war."

...

War, war, war.

War had yet to come, but in the foundries of Forging Village, in the refugee farms below Iron Peak County, in the desolate wilderness, and in the barracks of Revodan, everyone was silently reciting its name.

In Iron Peak County, in the Newly Reclaimed Land, in Paratu and even in every piece of land between the two mountains, everyone was preparing for it.

Whether actively or passively. Whether driven by desire into the vortex, or aimlessly carried forward by the current.

Because when war comes, no one can stay out of it.

...

"Alexander, you’re in luck." Tulin smiled and patted the young man’s shoulder who was shoveling horse manure, "The Blood Wolf doesn’t plan to disband the light cavalry for now. Lord Cherini can’t stand it, saying he’ll raise another Heavy Cavalry. They’re short of hands, I told him your name, and he agreed without a second thought."

With a white cloth still wrapped around his head, Alexander Nikolayevich silently continued to shovel horse manure, just nodding.

...

"You want to go on an expedition with His Excellency Montane?" Xial couldn’t believe his ears, he asked the tall, thin middle-aged man in front of him with suspicion, "Mr. Jacob Green, aren’t you already forty?"

Jacob Green—the town representative of Niutigu Valley, a member of the freeman class, who had temporarily served as the scribe for the Blood Wolf during the Battle of Blood Mud—stood before Xial and respectfully replied, "I can ride a horse, I can endure hardship, and I won’t be a burden to His Excellency Montane."

"I’m not..." Xial was at a loss for words, "I’m worried about you."

"My property is properly allocated to my wife and children, so you needn’t worry." Jacob paused for a moment, and quietly said, "As long as I can witness the Blood Wolf, whatever becomes of him, whether it be his rise or fall, I entrust it to you."

Xial was first puzzled, then his brows slowly unfurrowed, and he smiled, "Then come along, we can always use someone as learned as you."

...

"Say that again." Little Priskin scrutinized the white-haired young man in front of him, asking with a headache, "What’s your name again?"

The white-haired young man, with a thick Monta accent, was also secretly observing the Paratu young lord in front of him, "Lo, everyone’s calling me White-haired Roger."

Little Priskin’s head hurt even more; he wasn’t quite sure what this Montan was here for—to spy? To be a bodyguard? Or just someone casually sent to him?

But he, being naturally optimistic, soon decided not to worry about it. He wrapped his arm around White-haired Roger’s shoulder, saying with a wide grin, "I’m currently Mr. Leo’s apprentice. Since you were sent by His Excellency Montane, I’m guessing he’ll make you an apprentice too. So from now on, we’re buddies!"

"By the way," Little Priskin clapped his hands and asked Roger with a smile, "Do you know how to ride a horse?"

...

"Gentlemen."

Mason stood on the main podium of the council hall, with about fifty people below.

Among them were eighteen clerks, accountants, and scribes from the town hall—all of Revodan’s government staff.

The rest were students from the accounting school who had not yet been assigned.

"This is Lieutenant Bard," Mason said happily, "From today on, he will take over all of my duties."

Bard saluted the people below meticulously.

"My dear daughters," Mason thought, "I have come."

Outside the window, a rider bearing a green flag was galloping towards the council hall.

...

...

War has indeed arrived.

On a day in mid-May of the Imperial Calendar year 560.

Messengers brought the news to the people of Iron Peak County of the "Newly Reclaimed Land Legion" dispatching troops to Mirror Lake County.

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