After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 1301

Fargo, at this time, was riddled with injuries and could barely move without gasping for air. He was limping and in deep pain, but he was doing what he could to win this war.

It wasn't out of patriotism, but was completely out of pride and fury.

If he didn't kill those bastards today, he wouldn't be able to live with himself! If he left now, he'd die of a heart attack before he could recover enough to get back at them!

"Keep it coming!" he yelled, screaming at the slaves to move faster, pass on more important resources to the front line.

He wasn't blind. They were losing. There was no news about the people who managed to breach yet, and he couldn't do anything about that.

What he could control was the outside, and one way to increase their chances to turn this around from the outside was to heal their injured! Get the necessary tens of thousands of people inside the walls!

However, all the slaves were also injured to some degree, so their productivity wasn't that great. Most of them were still bleeding, in fact.

When someone accidentally dropped a potion, Fargo felt wrath bubble from his stomach.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" he screamed. In his franticness, he allowed violence to take over and a sharp earth spike appeared from under his feet, stabbing the slave straight to the chest.

It consumed a bulk of his remaining mana but who cared? He felt refreshed after venting a bit.

His reddish eyes glared at the shivering slaves. "Did I tell you to stop?!" he screamed, and the line of slaves continued passing on the resources while Fargo supervised with the 'necessary' violence to ensure efficiency.

The more time passed though, the crazier he felt.

Every time he moved, several fibers of his body felt like it was being pulled. He gritted his teeth, remembering the gruesome effects of the two bombs Alterra dropped on them.

Alterra actually produced a bomb that could hurt level 20s!

They lost quite a handful of level 20s then, and they also injured those in their late 20s. Even those in their 30s were affected.

Such an elite team was practically invincible in a low-level Town war, but here, they were dispersed so easily by those damned bombs! It took a while before they managed to gather themselves again, and they had definitely lost a lot of important windows to attack.

Fortunately, those were obviously the only bombs in that level that Alterra had. Otherwise, they'd have sent more ages ago. Now, they probably only had those preliminary versions of the bomb that could only hurt level 15s and below.

Those bastards… to think they'd use balloons to send bombs. Could they predict the winds to that degree now?

He thought about all this with gritted teeth, feeling extremely livid at all the trouble being sent in his direction. Unconsciously, he looked up again, as if he could still see those damned balloons that caused them trouble.

Balloons.

Why… were there a dozen…

His eyes constricted.

"GET OUT!" he screamed, dashing away, though it was a bit late.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

These bombs were not nearly as strong as the major ones and did not kill a lot of people. However, the attack successfully dispersed the supply line.

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