Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 912 - 20 Questions and Answers

Chapter 912: Chapter 20 Questions and Answers Chapter 912: Chapter 20 Questions and Answers Almost no one noticed that after the bloody and mired battle, Winters Montagne fell into a kind of passive mood.

Or rather, Winters didn’t want anyone to notice, so no one did.

It was a strange kind of fatigue, specifically manifesting as “seemingly there are many things to be done, but in reality very little can be accomplished”.

New Town on the southern shore, starving refugees, a military school that exists only on paper, Pierre and Vashka who have gone missing… It was a tangled mess of countless concerns, yet it seemed he could hardly do anything.

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Day by day, Revodan’s food storage diminished, and Iron Peak County was on the verge of famine.

Winters sent Tamas to restore traffic with Mont Blanc County and organize the backlog transportation of goods by various merchants in Iron Peak County.

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But he could not address the fundamental problem. Until next summer’s harvest, Iron Peak County had to rely on external food supply.

So he could only wait.

The new city on the southern bank of the St. George River had only an empty shell, far from what Winters had envisioned, needing replanning and reconstruction.

However, the southern city was now full of homeless military families and refugees who needed not workshops and cobblestone roads, but bread and shelter.

Winters continued the policy of “employment for relief” and provided houses for the refugees to survive the winter.

But he still couldn’t solve the fundamental problem — the refugees didn’t want to stay, it was the winter that stopped them. Only when “it’s not cold enough at night to kill a person” could the refugees return home.

So Winters could only wait.

Winters also wanted to restart the Iron Peak Mine, facing similar difficulties.

Previously, the Iron Peak Mine relied primarily on the labor of prisoners. However, due to the contributions of the prisoner group during the siege of Revodan, Winters had granted freedom to most of them, directly leading to a shortage of manpower in the Iron Peak Mine.

The life of miners was hard and dangerous, and if there was land to cultivate, no one would want to work in the mines.

What to do? Winters didn’t know.

Pierre and Vashka had gone to find Berlion and Dusack, and till now there had been no news.

Winters wanted to send someone again, but couldn’t find suitable manpower at the moment.

For the planned military academy, Winters had already written two full volumes, even selecting the campus site.

But the planned students had already become the backbone of the army, whether the subordinates who had already taken on company-level posts were willing to return to school, he also did not know.

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Each time he felt that drowning sense of powerlessness, Winters hated the people of Terdun from the bottom of his heart.

The future of Iron Peak County, like his life, was driven off its original path by uncontrollable external forces. He tried to steer the wagon back on track, but had no idea where to start.

Thus, during this period, compared to Bard and Mason, who were models of labor, even Andre’s life seemed more fulfilling than his.

Apart from a few breeding horses and some public stallions retained for breeding, the remaining warhorses of Iron Peak County had all been sent to Mont Blanc County as goods.

Currently, Iron Peak County was really unable to ensure that these delicate warm-blooded good horses could survive the winter, whereas the captured Hurd horses were more suited to the present conditions.

Although there were hardly any “decent” warhorses left, Andre still tripled the size of the cavalry.

Seeing Andre busy training new recruits, leaving early and returning late, Winters secretly felt a twinge of jealousy.

Contrastingly, he, Seymour, seemed to be needed everywhere, yet also seemed not needed anywhere.

These troubles, Winters had not spoken about to anyone, not even to Anna.

Because he felt they were too trivial; being troubled by such small things, in his view, was akin to desecrating the dead.

After all, he was still alive, he was still physically intact. So many had died, and many more would live the rest of their lives with disabilities.

Compared to those who had lost everything, Winters truly felt his own pain was trivial.

There definitely isn’t such a thing as fairness, Winters thought. If there was, then Winters Montagne still being alive would be the biggest irony.

He pretended as if nothing had happened—indeed, nothing should have happened.

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But he couldn’t control the sense of powerlessness inside, and the guilt arising from it tortured him even more than the powerlessness itself.

So Winters rarely went out, and when forced to go out, he chose to go very early.

He didn’t want to see soldiers saluting him, nor dared to see the empty sleeves and pant legs of the wounded.

Additionally, his family affairs were torturing him as well. He could always hear the deceased questioning, “We died because of you, yet you are troubled by romantic affairs, is this fair?”

He considered sending Anna back to Sea Blue, as Leo advised him too.

“The Newly Reclaimed Land is very dangerous now, and it will be more dangerous in the future, especially so for a lady from a foreign land without any relatives,” Leo sincerely said, “Sea Blue is the safest place. No one can harm Miss Anna in Sea Blue. Starting from Miss Anna’s interests, you should send her back to Sea Blue.”

Leo’s words were persuasive. War is the most uncontrollable beast, and once hostilities recommence, Winters couldn’t guarantee Anna’s safety.

But Winters couldn’t bear to do so, because Anna was almost the only source of comfort in his life.

Merely sitting quietly beside Anna made Winters feel less pain.

But… that was too selfish.

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After a long talk with Winters, on a cold, gloomy morning, Bard returned to Revodan.