After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World

[Announcement: Citizens who could kill the enemies would receive 1 to 100 silver per kill depending on their level of difficulty. Applicable to citizens and guards.]

This announcement naturally excited a lot of people, especially the guards. Before, there was no such thing—who would want to risk their necks? But now that there was an extra reward, they would naturally be more determined to make the kills.

However, while Fargo had the numbers going for them, there were still plenty of other factors that would cause them trouble.

One was the haphazard planning and dense buildings. While it was still better planned than most, the streets were still quite narrow. Even if there were plenty of forces, what was the use if it would have a few clogs here and there?

Another was that they (Fargo guards) were uncoordinated and did not expect the enemies to enter this way. They had been prepared to guard from the battlements, but they didn’t think the fight would be brought inside so early on.

There was no organization, unlike the Alterans who moved in groups and seemed to have a ready formation. This showed the stark contrast to their own haphazard arrangements!

Unlike the Fargo teams who just aimed to find and attack, ideally killed, the Alterans moved cohesively even if they were broken down into smaller teams.

The teamwork was superb, with people having a clear role or two, and it was obvious that they had battled together at least a few times.

For instance, there was a team of 15, led by sheildsmen with large metallic shields. They would be followed by spearmen and swordsmen who would stab enemies that went near, occasionally pulling them into the group to gang up on them. They would also be supported by archers and elementalists who caused long-range damage from behind.

The Fargo citizens and guards were very shocked to see that the newcomers were not only strong, but so many of them could actually use elements!

In one area, one would see earth stones thrown around, in another, you’d see fireballs. Then there would be people pushing them back without touching them—which was definitely a wind skill.

”So many elementalist!? HOW!?”

”And why do they already know so many skills?!”

”This isn’t normal!”

The guards were shocked. They already thought they were spearheading this development among Terrans—with their bosses awakening and about a dozen others in the threshold—but they thought too much!

Anyway, that was beside the point and hundreds of guards that filed in naturally went after the enemies.

They formed small teams to deal with the trespassers, entering the narrow roads. This was quite inconvenient when hundreds of guards filed in from different directions.

”There!” One of the new arrivals yelled, pointing at a group of people who were taking down a hapless guard still shocked by their appearance. To be more accurate, he was running away from the gruesomeness Gochi created, only to fall into a trap himself.

The Fargo guards shivered as they watched as they stabbed the man on the stomach and another hit with his shield.

Of course, the team captains were mostly high-ranking members of the Fargo empire back in Terran. They were level-headed enough to calm down and think of the next step to counterattack.

The captain immediately took out his gun, pointing at them. Without hesitation, he pressed the trigger repeatedly.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

But the metallic shield appeared between them.

Clank! Clank!

The shield blocked the bullets, and the Alterans flinched at the sound, immediately filing out to another street.

The Fargo guards frowned. ”They’re escaping!”

”Don’t let them!!” The captain yelled, and it so happened that there was another enemy team—in another perpendicular street—and he decided to point at them as well. He tried targeting the people as far from the shield as possible.

BANG! BANG!

Clank! Clank!

The sheildsman here had good reflexes and managed to cover for his team, protecting them as they went to another direction.

His eyes twitched. At the very least, he knew the wooden Class E shields were still weak against Terran guns! This meant that their shields were of a higher class!

The other team members gaped both in annoyance and envy. ”Do they all have Level D weapons and shields?!”

”That’s not the problem right now!” The captain yelled. ”They’re escaping, damnit!”

”But which team do we follow?”

”BOTH OF THEM!”

Their team was large and comprised of a hundred people. The captain divided them into two to follow the two directions the enemies took as soon as possible.

One of the streets was going East, and the other was somewhere Southwest. The Captain saw the one heading east had more number and decided to follow that.

”Don’t let them find places to hide in!” he yelled and the guards ran to the streets to find the targets.

They were a little panicked and hurried as they followed. Most of them were not really fighters and a lot of the true forces had been killed already. Overall, it could be said that hundreds of these Fargo guards weren’t ready to handle a strong enemy like Altera at all.

All this time, they relied on the high-level people, on the huge amounts of guns they supposedly had, and they could also count on Victor’s team to clean up the mobs. Now, all of those had been compromised—it was natural they had a lot of adjustments to do!

Eventually though, the team southwest caught sight of the enemy tail, increasing their pace. However, at some point, they moved too quickly, causing the street to be blocked.

”AHHH!”

”Don’t block my way!”

Some people accidentally elbowed the others, and some accidentally stepping on people’s feet. They naturally weren’t stupid enough to be held back by this, but this few seconds of pause was enough for the Alterans to do some major damage.

Then one of the guards saw a thin earthenware bottle coming at them. ”What is that?”

Then the next thing they knew an arrow filled with fire hit the bottle, causing it to explode.

BOOM!

”AHHH!”

They yelled as a small explosion caused widespread damage to the ones in the alley. The damage was exacerbated by the fact they were so dense and those who took direct hits were twitching, as good as dead.

”What happened?” The captain asked as he looked in the direction of the sound. Everyone else stared as well with furrowed eyebrows, but they didn’t have the time to care for them as they soon caught up with the enemies.

The captain—as one of the few people who were allocated guns now that most of them were burned down—immediately pointed at the targets as his teammates lunged after them.

Sadly for him, the Alterans had shifted streets. Not only did his bullets just hit the walls of the buildings, he hit plenty from his own team instead.

He yelled for them to suck up the pain and run after the enemies. ”Don’t you want your money?” he asked and soon his group moved forward turning into a dead end—

—only to realize the enemy had been waiting for them!

The next thing they knew a lot of people had been pulled in, immediately followed by stabbing sounds and screams. When they left, they would leave either corpses or half-dead people on the floor.

The Fargo guards were in a rush to hunt though and had no time to deal with the injured, some even running over them.

Anyway, it was complete and utter chaos.

Similar sights occurred in various streets against different teams.

At some point, those with little observation skills would realize the stark differences between the two sides.

Was it normal to be this helpless inside their own territory!?