Steel, Explosives, and Spellcasters-Chapter 824 - 82 Enemy_5

Chapter 824: Chapter 82 Enemy_5 Chapter 824: Chapter 82 Enemy_5 “Who are you?” Samujin struggled to rise.

“Moro.” The disfigured man’s voice was low, “Danzel Moro, Captain.”

“Bridge?” Samujin seemed to find an anchor for his consciousness and suddenly stood up, eagerly looking towards the Floating Bridge.

“The Floating Bridge suffered some damage, but it can all be repaired,” Captain Moro said coldly.

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Captain was right. Although the Floating Bridge was damaged in several places, it still stretched across the river, as if mocking Samujin.

“Damn!” Samujin suddenly felt dizzy. His knees weakened, and he fell to the ground, desperately pounding the sandy earth, “Damn! Damn!”

“Save your strength.” Captain Moro just spoke and made no move to stop him, “The Herder’s search team is coming. If you don’t leave, you’re waiting for death.”

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Samujin turned a deaf ear, the iron man suddenly wrapping his arms around his knees and bursting into tears.

“What are you crying for?” Captain Moro couldn’t feel Samujin’s grief and just sneered, “With your stupid method, it was never possible to completely destroy the Floating Bridge… I have a better way, take me to see your commander.”

Samujin suddenly looked up, like a drowning person grasping at the last straw, “You still have a way to destroy the Floating Bridge.”

“Of course,” Captain Moro looked coldly at the Floating Bridge, “I built that bridge. Every moment I think about how to destroy it.”

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On the other side, Mason summoned Revodan’s civil commissioners and representatives of all levels to read a part of Winters’ letter.

“Montaigne Civil Guard Officer has just fought hard and needs a few days to regroup and gather,” Captain Mason concluded, “So we have no reinforcements during this period and must rely on ourselves.”

The town hall erupted into tumult, although repelling one attack from Terdun had greatly boosted the citizens’ confidence, the news of no reinforcements still shook their resolve.

“Montaigne Civil Guard Officer agrees, if necessary,” Mason paused for a moment, “to abandon the southern city.”

Another grenade thrown into a chicken coop, the citizens of Revodan loudly agreed, the representatives of the refugees were anxious, and some openly objected.

“Quiet!” Mayor Priskin banged the table vigorously.

When the town hall quieted down again,

Mason carefully explained, “Even if we must abandon the southern city, we need a strategy. Supplies must be moved north, there must be a place for the elderly and children, and we have to figure out how to destroy what can’t be moved…”

Mason spoke slowly, with a calm and gentle tone, but his gentleness and calmness contained a kind of strength.

The town hall grew quieter and quieter, everyone listening intently.

“Just tell us what to do!” the top supporter of the Montaigne Civil Guard Officer, the blacksmith Shosa, was the first to respond, “We all follow you. With the enemy at our door, who wouldn’t listen! Just deal with him!”

The crowd was bustling, and seeing this, Mayor Priskin simply said, “Those who agree with Commissioner Shosa, cheer for Civil Guard Officer Mason three times!”

Three cheers, each louder than the last.

Mayor Priskin hammered down, “Three cheers passed!”

“Now that everyone is listening to me,” Mason stood up, slightly embarrassed, “let’s first evacuate the women and children to the northern shore.”

The evacuation progressed quickly, as most of the women and children were already settled on the northern shore.

After evacuating the women and children, it was time to move the supplies.

Men of Revodan city—both citizens and refugees—were formed into militia squads and came to the southern shore to move items.

With only one bridge over the river, it was jam-packed for a time.

Seeing this, Mason ordered that after leaving necessary defense personnel on the northern shore, all other militia and city guards concentrated on the southern shore to move supplies in an orderly manner.

After clearing the bridge, Mason ordered the bridge to be dismantled.

Not using explosives—because gunpowder was very precious;

Nor using kerosene—because fuel was also very precious;

Every piece of wood was carefully collected for reuse—thrift and prudence, very much Mason’s style.

“I’ve decided,” Mason stood in front of the panic-stricken crowd, smiling as he announced, “We will not abandon the southern city.”