Compared with the other continents, the Northern Continent had an abundance of mineral resources. Its one drawback was that it was bitterly cold.
Winter was cold, but that was the only cold season. The rest of the year was livable.
Attacking a mine was much better than attacking a castle.
They targeted coal mines, sulfur mines, and saltpeter mines. They just kept attacking.
They avoided the rich deposits and went after the small ones instead—the villages where a few thousand people made their living mining.
Those mines were small-scale and easy to attack.
When things reached the upper levels through reports, how could anyone sit still?
The orders from above were to keep up the pressure, build fortifications, and drive the people away.
But the people below had other ideas. They threw themselves into construction work, and once they'd finished building their own houses, they stopped.
Still, the news didn't reach Louis. It reached the Bandit Suppression Army instead.
Although guerrilla fighters were scattered across the mountains, their groups were small, with few people in each unit.
The Bandit Suppression Army was a joint force formed by a legion personally ordered into existence by the emperor and the local nobles.
"Bandits have been running rampant lately. Just look—the coal mine in Black Mountain Town has been taken over. Everyone, if we don't act soon, word will get out to the higher-ups." The speaker smoked, exhaling a ring of smoke.
"Hmph, Honey, you make it sound so easy. But I haven't seen your forty thousand Central Army troops take action. You have four legions, and not one of them has moved." Elizabeth took out a handkerchief and held it over her nose and mouth in disgust. "We've been building fortifications every day. It's just that the enemy never attacks."
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