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

An hour before the war, the alarm—or more accurately, just hired people yelling—alerted everyone that the war was starting and they ought to get in position.

Some time later, Minko, Sean, and Orz jumped down the wall and ran around the territory, separating directions for maximum efficiency. They maintained their energies, of course, especially since they had no idea where the array was.

They wanted to find the array, hopefully to take down a number before they go and attack the walls. While they couldn’t do anything too aggressive, they could cause a lot of trouble and that was enough.

In fact, it wasn’t that Fargo and the others didn’t think of this loophole. They did, with Belize’s guidance.

But they realized a lot of the stronger aborigines they could send to look for the array were all… gone. It was at that moment that they confirmed the Alterrans had been preparing for the war for days.

Anyway, the current enemy had no such preparation. So when the time started, the enemies went into the array with just the alertness of handling small village-level mobs.

[War with Gocki Village (Lv2) has begun! Array Closes in 27:59:59]

It has begun! They all thought, running faster around the territory.

Now… time to figure out where that damned array was!

…

It was Minko who had found the light and he immediately shot his arrow to the walls. This arrow had a cloth tied, which was a cloth of the most colorful old fabric they could get.

He shot at an angle high enough so that even if it accidentally hit someone, it wouldn’t injure them, but not too high that the air resistance would distort his direction.

This was a signal to tell everyone where the array was.

With his signal, a few of the more powerful soldiers went to join him. Sean and Orz also found him shortly after.

The teleportation array always appeared in an instant, with no warning at all. When the soldiers grouped together, about a hundred had already gone past and headed towards the wall.

These people they just let pass, trusting the citizens to deal with them.

Although they were strong, they were still self-aware and didn’t go against thousands head-on, especially when they couldn’t hurt them directly.

For this, they decided to use guerilla tactics, subtly redirecting smaller groups from the main mobs, and taking them down without getting punished.

One method of redirection was creating earth walls. The appearance was natural so the enemies thought they had always been there.

Groups of hundreds would head in a direction away from the wall, further separated and heading to where several soldiers were waiting.

Each soldier was tasked to take scores at a time, or even more depending on luck.

For instance, a group of about 100 people, half of whom were slaves, ran towards where the walls were. However, there were various obstacles they naturally avoided.

The crowd was too large or dense to see anything odd, and they only realized something was wrong when the didn’t merge with a bigger crowd anymore.

At the end of the line there was a man who stood. A handsome pale-skinned man.

”Who are you?!”

”Someone assigned to take care of you.”

Sean immediately waved his spear, and thin vines surrounded their feet, reaching their waist, making them fall down. The little vines reached their necks, as if ready to snap it.

Sean specifically chose this place because there were so many bushes with thin branches. Of course, the trap was also not indestructible. At his level, he could create a trap for hundreds of people, but it wouldn’t be strong enough to make them helpless. If these people fought hard enough, it could still break.

So, he would terrify them psychologically—anyway, in this world, people didn’t have ’patriotism’. They wouldn’t actually sacrifice their lives for the territory.

He looked at them threateningly, lying with a very straight face. ”Don’t move, and don’t open your mouths either. Otherwise, I will kill you.”

…

This was the case with the other soldiers, and together they managed to hold down a few hundred enemies. For example, Orz buried their bodies to the ground, leaving their noses above.

Minko, on the other hand, would try to drown them by putting water in their noses. He did this just long enough and stopped when he felt he was about to be punished, but it made the opponents fall anyway, greatly weakened.

Some also tried to experiment and hurt them a bit. They saw that they weren’t punished, so they made a mental note for the future.

Of course, they didn’t push the limits too much. The punishments for hurting war participants when they were at their levels were very high and permanent. From what they heard, it was almost always never worth to do so.

Anyway, the soldiers could only handle so many opponents and soon, at least a few hundred reached the walls. Half an hour after the war started, there were already thousands clawing the wall.

The chaos common in wars exploded, with thousands of people—mostly slaves—trying to either get up the walls or force the gate open.

Because walls could not be scaled, some of these slaves served as human ladders people stepped on to get to the battlement.

The structure looked flimsy and incredibly creepy. They could also see how thin the slaves were—they were practically skin and bones—and how they were pushed beyond their limits to be stepped on by hundreds of people.

”Shoot them! Shoot a few arms and legs…!” the captain ordered, being rational.

”But…” the archers mumbled, conflicted.

These were humans, and many of the guards were reluctant to shoot them.

Ryan arrived soonafter, and the captain ran to him, asking for help. He pursed his lips, but he also knew what had to be done. ”Shoot the legs and arms of those at the bottom,” he said. ”If you shoot well, you wouldn’t have to kill them.

”However…” he paused, looking at the archers with dark eyes. ”As much as we don’t want to kill fellow humans—if we lose this war, failing to do so could mean earning the same fate.

”Do you want that?”