After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1283

On various other sides of the territory, the two half-orcs had also jumped down the walls to go against the strongmen, along with a couple of other teammates.

Unlike Baku though, they were not strong enough to handle level 30s on their own. For one, their levels were only 19 and 17, respectively, and their physiques just couldn't be compared to that of the tiger.

It didn't mean they were weak, of course.

Gochi was assigned to the north sector, where he immediately went to after finding the leaks that they could. As soon as it became difficult to find the rest, they did the practical thing and moved the manpower where they'd be more useful.

There were fewer people here, but there were still several hundred of them. There were fortunately no extreme powerhouses in this area.

The enemy's strategy was to attack all parts to spread their forces, but their strongest forces—those who were level 30 and above—were mostly focused on certain spots to create a breach, which was actually smart and definitely Fargo's idea.

So, the rest of the area was troublesome but was a bit less dangerous. This was how, for now, the north sector was.

This was also how Gochi could jump down and make direct attacks on the enemies, while several elementalist teammates kept the enemies down while watching his back.

Back on the battlement—

"Shoot em, shoot em," Jesse chanted, poking his cousin Angelo, who was shooting at people with his crossbow. He specifically targeted those near or climbing the walls, and so did Jesse.

Sadly, the enemies this time averaged at level 15, so they couldn't one-shot people anymore, especially since most of them weren't even at that level.

They really missed those one-shot kill moments.

They should volunteer to get assigned to the associate villages to feel powerful again.

Anyway, Angelo's shot arrow after arrow in hopes of reducing the forces that'd try to climb up to them.

However, it was still a fact that there were only a few thousand guards and the rest of their fighting forces—also a few thousand—were outnumbered and outleveled.

It was simply not as easy to kick people down the stairs when they were nearly twice your level.

They eventually begun to see a few injuries, though their logistics and medical team tried their best to rescue them.

The broatbulance and bikebulances were in full gear, going to and fro the walls to the medical facilies without stopping.

Fortunately, Gochi was here. He rushed towards the crowd, grabbing as many enemies as he could, kicking, punching, and throwing them at others.

He was only level 19, but he could definitely take on a few level 20s at the same time. "AHHH!" one yelled as he was punched right at the face. _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

The others, especially the weaker ones, hesitated to be vanguard, but the leaders called on the slaves to surround him and suffocate him by sheer numbers.

Like Baku, Gochi also had soft spots for slaves. He could jump higher than the heavy tiger though, so he managed to avoid the mob for a few seconds.

He jumped up, a few meters above, and he waved his hand as a fine powder released.

This was his own sleeping powder, created by what he had learned so far.

It was not so effective that it'd make people drop of this level unconscious as soon as they inhaled it, but it'd make them groggy even for just a couple of seconds. For Gochi, who had to deal with a handful of level 20s, these few seconds were essential.

Several weaker people fell and were stepped on. There were also a lot of slaves, but at least they had the chance to survive rather than meet death with his claws.

Gochi focused on the people who gave orders. His feet stomped on the man's shoulders which was an odd sight as he was several heads taller. Without warning, he rotated his center.

Crack!

And the man's head bent at an awkward angle.

The people around gasped with the slaves continuously surroinding him, though he always jumped up, kicking the Basset citizens down when he could, taking advantage of the enemy numbers to assist him.

While he was in the middle, the other Alterrans were naturally not idle. At this time, thousands of slaves and citizens were climbing up their access stairs.

…

Maomao's station was about a hundred or so meters away from Baku's. So far, she had successfully helped clear her area from potential leaks. However, when the flare lit up on Baku's side, she immediately headed there for support.

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