The two got into the carriage, Bud knocked on the window, the coachman twitched the reins, and the carriage drove towards the St. George River.

The carriage blocked the external sight and slightly relieved Winters' discomfort.

The fire emitting blue smoke divided the road into two from the middle, and pedestrians, cars and horses walked one side, in an orderly manner.

Bad suddenly spoke: "I have seriously considered General Serbiati's suggestions during this period."

"What advice?" Winters raised his eyebrows: "The military government that defected to Alpad?"

"right."

“What about the results of consideration?”

"I think I can try to get in touch."

"The Alpad faction is an orthodox Paratu warlord, and they will not accommodate us."

"If you can avoid war, you still have to fight for no war." Bud's eyes flashed: "Even if we exchange local concessions for the legal status of the cause we have done in Tiefeng County, it is worth it."

If someone else said these words, Winters would think that the other party was scared and wanted to surrender. But Bud... Winters believed that Bud would never be shaken.

Winters supported his forehead with his hands: "To be honest, I don't know what to do. Bud, I really envy you. You are always so firm, but I..."

"You said it wrong." Bud put his hand on Winters' shoulder: "No one knows where to go, no one knows what will be carved on our tombstone after we die. It's just that you are there, and others don't need to worry about these unanswered questions. Tamas, Bart Shaling... and all the soldiers you can call up and cannot call up. They don't need to consider what the future will be. They live on their trust in you."

Winters didn't speak.

"I often wonder if the former UNMISs really understood the power gap between them and the empire." Bard was also a little sad: "Do they still have the courage to raise the 'freedom flag'?"

"I don't know the others." Winters sniffed: "The old marshal is from the Imperial Army, he must know."

"Then where did he get the courage? Ants are too overestimating their abilities to provoke the lion."

Winters leaned back with a subtle expression: "Although the official record did not mention it, I saw a note in the Archives of the Land Court, which said that the process of the old marshal's participation in the militia was like...kidnapping."

"Who knows?" Bud laughed happily: "Who knows?"

"Yes. No matter what the original intention is, actions cannot be fake." Winters was slightly moved.

"When it comes to history, I roughly summarize this rule." Bard pondered: "No matter what you do, you always start with unity, nothing is careless, and no one is not working hard. The beginning stage is not that the difficulties do not exist, but that people take the initiative to ignore them."

Winters listened silently.

"When you achieve some achievements, people will feel confused. Because when you achieve success, setbacks will follow. The environment will improve slightly, and the spirit will become lazy. More importantly, blind confidence gradually disappears, and people will begin to objectively understand difficulties. The mountains are so high that they can understand that they can't be overcome by just a glance. It seems that no one of them can break out of this cycle."

"Are you here to teach me?" Winters smiled: "Then how do you think you should break out of the so-called cycle law?"

"I don't know either." Bard said happily: "But I think it doesn't matter how you think, whether you feel afraid or confused, or not. The important thing is to keep going. Maybe Marshal Ned is the person you are most afraid of, but if he grits his teeth and walks in the front."

"Bard." Winters said with difficulty: "I'm not scared, I just..."

"Look." Bud knocked on the window: "The St. George River is here."

Two pontoon bridges span the St. George River during the dry season, and pedestrians and carriages are constantly traveling between the two sides.

In addition to the floating bridge, there are six pile driving boats running nervously on the river surface, driving wooden piles into the riverbed.

"Those are pile-driven boats that build bridges?" Bud pointed to the river: "I heard that in Xia Tiefeng County, Revodan is going to build a magnificent stone bridge."

Winters glanced at it: "Yes."

"What are those ships doing?" Bad asked with interest.

"Senior Morrow's plan," Winters tried hard to explain: "Simply put, build two circles of wooden stakes in the water, pour sand and stone into a pool-like [cofferdam] between the two circles of wooden stakes. Then use the water from the water pump to drain the cofferdam, dig out the silt from the riverbed, and finally start filling the lime mortar from the rock layer, and the piers come out."

“When will it be completed?”

"If it goes well, the piers will be repaired before spring next year. Senior Moro plans to lay the wooden bridge deck first and use it temporarily, and then demolish the wooden bridge deck during the slack next year and repair the stone arch. If there is no mistake in the plan, it will be completed the year after."

The carriage drove onto the pontoon bridge, and Bard was able to watch the process of building the piers up close.

Two sets of water trucks were set up on a completed cofferdam, one left and one right, and the water was constantly raised from the cofferdam.

Several other small boats were carrying sand and stone, rowing towards a cofferdam under construction.

"The Victory Bridge in Menai Province has been built for five years, and the span is not as big as the St. George River." Bard commented: "Although I know your ability, it still makes me feel incredible that I can repair the Revodan Bridge."

"It's not my ability." Winters corrected: "It's senior Morrow's ability."

He sighed: "And now Revodan lacks the most people who can work."

The carriage passed through the pontoon bridge and drove into the "new city" on the south bank.

Rows of low-rise houses are like plowed ridges, spread flat on the flat ground surrounded by three walls.

"Ha." A smile appeared on Bud's face: "Mason Room."

Winters couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I'm really worried that one day Mason will run to the south bank to set a fire."

In order to save living space, there is no separate kitchen inside the Mason room. Instead, it is like a single officer's apartment, and several prefabricated rooms share a stove.

Once you enter the new city, the road is not easy to walk.

The sound of tinkling stones was endless, and the men with strong arms were digging soil to pave the road, so the carriage could only detour.

When approaching the board room area, a faint smoke mixed with a pleasant fragrance floated into the carriage.

A group of children with snots chased and fought in the open space between two rows of boarded houses. Women with hair tied with square scarves gathered in the corner of the wall sheltered, each of whom had a wooden basin between their knees and were pounding their clothes with wooden sticks.

Winters looked out the window silently, and Bud didn't say anything.

After leaving the new city, the carriage drove on the main road to the Forge Township. After several kilometers, you can see the labor force that is being built.

In Winters' impression, Forge Township should have become a dead town. Because the blacksmith workshops were moved to the new city of Revodantan, the residents also took refuge, and even the houses were burned completely.

But when the carriage crossed the hills and appeared in front of Winters, he was stunned.

Five two-story smelting furnaces stand at the original site of Forge Township, spewing thick smoke.

A rammed earth road starts from the smelting ground and extends towards Tiefeng Mountain.

There are still many people busy around the smelting furnace.

Middle-aged blacksmith Shaosha and little blacksmith Carlos were very surprised by Winters' arrival.

"Mr. Montane." Shaosha was the first to run to Winters and greeted with sweat: "Have your old injuries improved?"

Winters didn't know how to explain: "Please rest assured, it's no problem."

Carlos said in a nagging manner: "Mr. Shaosha and I have always wanted to invite you to the smelting ground, but I heard that your old injury had occurred, so I dare not disturb you at will. Thanks to the Lord's blessing, you look so healthy now, and I can finally feel at ease..."

"Here?" Winters frowned slightly: "When did so many smelting furnaces be added?"

Seeing the blood wolf's face unhappy, Shaosha shouted in his heart, and he hurriedly explained: "The county government has built bridges and roads recently, and it requires a lot of iron tools. So Mr. Sawyer and I hired some refugees to re-activate the Iron Peak Mine. You, we are not taking our own initiative... We have asked the county government for instructions..."

"I didn't blame you."

"Don't dare." Shaosha wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Don't dare."

"But... why don't I know about the Tiefeng Mine?" Winters looked at Bud and asked with a smile: "Senior Mason arranged it? Are you here to let me see this?"

"How could you know everything?" Bard asked back: "This - I don't know how to describe it - this existence is not your puppet, she is a collection of the wills of many, many people. She is both a thousand dispersed consciousness and an individual with instincts and desires. You are an important part of her, but she does not belong. You feel that she is out of the path you have planned, but have you ever thought that there is no such thing as a road from the beginning?"

In fact, what tortured Winters was not what Bud thought, because he never thought he had absolute dominance over "her". But Bud's words still touched him from another position.

"Bard." Winters was silent for a long time and asked with a sob, "We still did some good things, right? Those people did not die in vain, right?"
Chapter completed!