This Is Our Mine! (Monthly Ticket Request at Month's End)

"You little bastards, don't even think about taking our mine!"

Beside the stone trough on the eastern side of Chebinya Town, the miner Old Wicha raised his gun and fired at the Austrian soldiers in grayish-white Military Uniforms in the distance.

He had been a miner for more than twenty years and had never imagined that one day, he would go to war and kill enemies.

But he and his fellow workers had done exceptionally well.

More than half a month had passed since the Austrian Army entered Kraków, yet nearly half of Chebinya Town remained in the hands of Umyan Mining Company.

If anyone doubted the fighting spirit of these armed miners, reality would surely slap them hard across the face.

In fact, these miners were even more resolute than the army in their determination to defend Kraków.

In the past, they had barely managed to keep themselves fed and clothed. Once they fell ill or were injured, their families went hungry.

But after French investors brought in the most advanced steam engines, silver production multiplied, their wages rose sharply, and the mine provided decent benefits as well.

Now, not only did they no longer worry about food or clothing, they could eat meat two or three times a week. New clothes, new furniture, and such were no longer things that existed only in dreams.

If they had simply endured hardship all along, that would have been one thing. But once a person had tasted the flavor of a good life, they would rather die than return to the past.

Yes, they would not return even in the literal sense of "die."

When they learned that the Austrians were coming to seize the silver mine, no one needed to call them together. They immediately assembled of their own accord,