Zhangmu
The group of Tibetans stood in silence for a long time, not a word spoken. At last, a man's hoarse voice broke the stillness: "Why has Zhangmu become like this?" His question echoed among them, and soon every gaze turned toward the man who had brought them here.
Jigme Namgyal shrugged and gestured toward the city. "Didn't many of you from the north once ask why the Bharatiyas were taking your metals? Well… look." He pointed towards the city that was unrecognisable to most and said. "It's to build cities like this." His gaze lingered on the distant skyline. "Zhangmu is now where all the metals are smelted. And once this city is finished, I reckon the metals from here will be sent inland to build up other cities as well."
Several eyebrows rose in surprise. "General, you mean those pipes spewing black smoke… that's where the blacksmiths are?"
