After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1204

Battles continued within and outside the territory. Mao managed to block off the breaches on his side, though the other spots weren't quite as efficient.

For example, in Victor's area, another burst of enemies had gotten inside. Their section of battlement had been weakened by the previous battle and hadn't quite recovered again.

A lot had already entered, but they trusted the teams deeper in the territory were handling it. Of course, they would do their part to hopefully stop anymore from entering.

There had been no new flares for a while, so it could be assumed the other areas had been handled. The rule was that only one flare per area would be used unless the situation was already greatly disadvantageous for them.

After all, the activation of the flare was arbitrary to the team leads who held them. They couldn't have them activating it every time there was a challenge—not only would it foster a dependent attitude to some, but it could create openings in other areas when it might not need to.

As a rule of thumb: Only activate the second flare when they were certain they'd lose. At this point though, they still had a few shots they could make—their handheld bombs.

They didn't have a lot of paralysis and other bombs, so they were saving them up for absolute emergencies. At this, Victor analyzed his surroundings as he fought, heaving deeply and drenched in sweat.

More of the main force had entered, and hundreds were already inside. This could count as a good time to use them.

Victor—while kicking down a few enemies and burning a few others—took out a whistle from his space.

Fweeet!

At this, a number of battlement guards—all while battling—took out marble-sized balls from their spaces. The fighting style of teams was always having someone watching their backs so it was not difficult for them to calculate where to throw.

They rubbed the bombs with their fingers, flicking what felt like a switch, and immediately threw them to the dense mobs below them. Specifically, the areas near the breaches.

BOOM!

BANG!

BOOM!

They chose to use paralysis or sleep bombs on the areas where it was mostly slaves, but outright explosives to those who weren't. It was easy to tell because the latter's equipment was definitely much better than the former.

BOOM!

BANG!

BOOM!

This created an explosion of internal organs in some areas and heavy ominous-looking smoke in others.

"AHHHH!!"

"Damnit!!"

The areas near the breaches loosened with the slaves fainting and no one wanting to go through lest they got 'poisoned' too. The locals took advantage of the chaos to take down as many enemies as they could.

For a while, it seemed like their situation had been handled. Various gaps were closed and the people who entered were slowly getting killed or taken down.

For a while, it looked like the enemies were finally going to get pushed down completely and all they would have to do was wait for the 28 hours to end.

That was until—

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Some guards from the battlement fell down, dropping to the interiors.

"What!"

"Oi!"

One of the people had a thin arrow lodged in his throat, while another found a weakness in his chest area—something possible because, after half a day, much of their defense equipment had already shattered.

The former was already gone, while the latter was gasping for air. A teammate immediately ran to him to feed him a potion to keep him alive while he was carried to the clinic.

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