After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 941

Across the globe, territories handled the disaster in their own way. Some managed to triumph it, while some fell because of it.

There were also villages that had survived the heat wave and the mobs better than others—but not against the territories looking to revitalize themselves by stealing from them.

Calming Village was one of these villages. They had just barely-won a war just before the Heat Wave ended, and now they had to deal with another one just a few days later.

First of all, none of the Mercenary team soldiers like Ryan or Orz could fight in the wars. They could help during beast mobs, but wars were tricky business due to the level limits.

The best they could do was to thin out the enemies, ideally by half at least, outside the territory. They were limited by trapping the enemies and making them lose consciousness in order to avoid the risk of penalties.

This had worked well in the past wars. Adding to the many soldiers and stronger citizens, Calming Village had become a force to be reckoned with in the area.

However, there was a difference in this war. The enemies had obviously prepared for them.

When the war was announced, the strong soldiers settled outside, prepared for whatever sneaked in—this was something they always did.

They were wearing some makeshift camouflage clothing, as usual, hoping to find weaker enemies to deal with.

Of course, they were not arrogant to think the five of them could deal with hundreds, if not thousands, of human mobs that’d get out of the array. They usually employed guerrilla tactics instead, in order to safeguard their lives and limbs.

For instance, the five of them were now still on their respective tree branches, waiting for people to fall into their many many traps.

These traps were dug by Orz using his earth ability, with Sean using his wood abilities to cover them tightly. They also added some wood spikes below to skewer the enemies. Whether or not the enemies would get killed did not matter. Anyway, as long as they didn’t enter the territory, their ’number’ was not counted.

The soldiers weren’t doing these traps to kill; they simply did not want to lose the war.

Further, these traps were located near the gate so that there would be people who’d fall in them regardless of where the array appeared.

Generally, although gates tended to be the most guarded spots, it was the weakest. Even with the risks, most territories would still send teams to attack a gate or two.

The soldiers waited somewhere within the seeing distance of the gate, so wherever they might get transported, they would be there.

Soon, mobs of people came as expected, and there were several hundreds of them arriving in their section, running past the trees they were perched at.

They watched as the slaves went to attack the gates, many of whom fell into their traps. Of course, all of these people were slaves.

They watched as these people were trapped, stabbed, and screamed for their lives.

"Ah!"

"HELP ME PLEASE!"

"AHHH!"

It would be a lie to say they didn’t feel sorry for these slaves who were sent to attack first, receiving the bulk of their attacks.

However, to each his own, and they needed to be harsh in order for them and their families to survive and live well.

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Somewhere at the back of the line, some enemy citizens watched as their vanguards and meatshields were handled by the enemy. They were a little annoyed by the waste of resources, but they adopted the attitude of observation.

There were hundreds of people behind him coming from the arrays alone, let alone them—people beyond the level cap who had arrived on foot. _{frёeωebɳovel.com}