Another month passed in the blink of an eye, and the Imperial Military Department's strategic direction was finally fully established—an all-out push toward the western continent.
Yet on the fringes of this war, Amnath remained as prosperous as ever.
Vast waves of golden wheat rolled beneath the sunlight, while grain carts traveled one after another toward Fortress of Will, continuously supplying rations to the garrison.
It was precisely the grain produced by Amnath that gave the military supply system, which had originally depended on provisions from the imperial heartland, a chance to catch its breath.
To the soldiers on the front lines, every heavy sack of wheat carried the hard-earned sweat of Amnath's people.
That day, Aisha stood on the high platform outside the war room, gazing at the distant, unbroken mountain ridges. She then turned to Ang. "Brother, when are you planning to drive those lizardmen to the eastern bank of the Valagajudi River?"
"Wait a little longer." Ang walked over to her side, his expression calm. "Until Georgie and the others return from the Empire."
Aisha nodded gently, then said with some frustration, "The railway has already been laid to the highland at the edge of Valagajudi, but the terrain ahead is too steep. Our people don't know how to continue construction."
Ang pondered for a moment, then led her into the war room and over to the sand table.
The sand table displayed the terrain of the entire region in three dimensions. The mountain ridges lay coiled like dragons, twisting and turning as they divided Valagajudi and Amnath in two.
"This highland is a natural boundary." Ang pointed at the sand table. "The terrain is too steep. Forcing the railway through it would only waste time and bring no benefit."
"Then what do we do?" Aisha's eyes