Peter slowly said, “Everyone’s considerations are not wrong. On one hand, the Ultima Consortium has entrenched themselves at the northern side of the trade route. As long as they are still there, we can forget about opening up the trade route from our place to the Central Plains. By controlling the front lines of Mt. Kamet and Mt. Papandayan, it shows that they know what they’re doing.”
Peter continued, “On the other hand, the enemy from the west may attack us at any time. If we split up our forces to go to the Ultima Consortium, we might not be able to defeat the western enemies. But even if they don’t coincidentally attack while we’re away, some of our troops will still be lost in the conflict against the Ultima Consortium. At that time, we might not be able to defeat the western enemies when they come either.”
At the end of the day, they were just arguing over these two possibilities for the entire afternoon. Peter had already decided after taking into consideration all details.
He thought for a moment and said, “There’s definitely that risk, but if we don’t clear the trade routes, Fortress 178 will only continue weakening. As you all know, we’ve sent some people disguised as refugees west and discovered that place is becoming more and more prosperous. Meanwhile, we’re held back in our current situation with no resources, no technology, and no new talents. We’re even running out of clothes to wear!”
“We might control a lot of mines, but they can’t turn into our strength.” Peter said, “If this goes on, Fortress 178 might not be able to stop our enemies from the west in another ten years. So, we have no choice but to make a change now. We have to survive this disaster before we can talk about the future.”
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