People who were not interested in silver were not necessarily uninterested in gold.
Gold's strange decline prompted all kinds of speculation. Some people opened their eyes and began observing the entire world from the shadows.
By mid-to-late March, the weather in Maliro had warmed considerably. At the very least, people no longer needed to wear thick winter clothing just to avoid frostbite or freezing to death in the wind and snow.
The sudden drop in temperature this year had affected Maliro's entire spring planting plan. As a result, spring planting still had not begun by mid-to-late March.
Ryan jumped off the train with his heavy personal gear strapped to his back. Every time he breathed, two faint streams of warm air could be seen puffing from his nostrils.
He had caught a chill in the Federation. For one thing, he needed to return to the Federation for a medical examination. After all, his internal organs had been injured before, and he had nearly died.
The front lines lacked sufficient medical equipment and advanced diagnostic facilities to examine his injuries, so he could only return first, even though he did not want to.
After he returned, the freezing climate set in. Even the railway tracks became less reliable under the low temperatures, so trains heading to the front were suspended. Only after the temperature recently warmed and the surface temperature rose did he take the first train back.
As soon as he got off, his comrades gave him a warm hug. "I thought the girls down south were so passionate that you'd forget we still had work waiting for you here..."
His partner pounded Ryan on the back, his face filled with delight.
Only those who had truly participated in a war on the front lines could understand what comrades really