Construct fortifications in 35.
Demolish railway in 35.
Begin researching primitive aeroplanes.
When the news came down of the government's surrender to the Union, it had mixed reception. Very mixed reception. The soldiers of the Commonwealth got to watch while their heartlands were claimed by a foreign power, and everything else was carved up by everyone else. They were ordered to march west, to fight the Sordlanders and buy time for the Union. Instead, they turned around, and began to march for home. Now, the city was theirs. Every pair of hands which could hold a tool or a weapon had been put to work, and the city's ravaged defences were repaired and rebuilt. Areas of the countryside were converted into fields to feed the soon-to-be starving population. The assembly met again, despite the holes in the roof of the assembly building, and began making plans. The Hibernians stared off into the distance, beyond their rebuilt walls and off towards the lands which were no longer theirs, where great Empires prepared to fight over rightful Hibernian clay, free no longer. One thing became all too clear. They would fight to hold their city down to the last man, woman, and child that could swing a breadknife, or they would die. But at least for today, Hibernia stood. The Commonwealth was alive. It was impossible to say, day by day, if it would or would not be their last.