After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World-Chapter 1264: Basset’s Cards

For example, one area happened to be guarded by Obi, who was level 40 and was just within the level cap. Obi was a war-hungry fire user so the moment the bastard approached, he was immediately taken down.

How could a tier 27 person fight against a level 40 elementalist guard? It was almost like crushing a gouji fruit.

Anyway, seeing as this strategy of taking advantage of loosened guards had failed, the strongmen immediately ran back to their own mobs, shielding their backs from arrows with their equipment.

As they looked at the vanguards, they pointed at the walls.

"ATTACK!"

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Fargo's jaw clenched as his dark eyes stared at the tall Town walls. This was the territory that destroyed everything he built.

He was determined to destroy it if he couldn't take it for himself!

"ATTACK!" They heard the yells in various directions, and the vanguards—mostly comprised of slaves—immediately followed the masters' orders.

Fargo looked at the citizens joining in. "Everyone attack as well," he said. "Remember what was promised: For every citizen and guest to have joined this war, you get to keep the loot. Take whatever you want as long as we win this war!"

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"HYAAAA!" They yelled, following right behind the slaves to mob the enemy walls.

In the meantime, Fargo looked at the archers who remained outside the sentries' scopes. Now that there were people attacking, Alterrans would have no choice but to reveal themselves to deal with the close-handed combatants coming their way.

Still, even if there were those who'd continue to hide, it wouldn't have mattered. "Shoot more arrows! Do not stop! We have enough arrows!" he said. "Those are Class D weapons! Those thin metal sheets would rip soon enough!"

Their crossbows weren't much inferior to what Alterra had a few months ago. More than that, he had the backing and the funds of a town.

All guards had a crossbow and hundreds of arrows in their space. There would still be more resources, including arrows, endlessly coming through the array.

Behind him, there was a line of slaves extending to the array. If they ran out of items and needed resources, they would be passed along this line, creating a near-unlimited and uninterrupted supply chain for them!

Huge amounts of resources for this war had been taken out of the warehouses in advance and were stockpiled near the gates. There were still more elsewhere and would be brought in when needed.

Their factories and System shops were also working nonstop to make sure the fighters didn't lack anything!

As a Town, their stockpile of resources should not be inferior to Alterra's!

This was all his suggestion. The warfare strategies in Xeno seemed infantile to him. It was mostly brute force by brute force. They only thought in terms of literal power, which was really a waste of the magic of this place.

There were some strategic lords, but they were the minority. The rest of them believed that the more the merrier and the higher the level, the more certain of their win.

These people had no finesse. That was too risky when going against a territory like Alterra because—even if they were more powerful in the conventional sense of the word—Alterra had too many cards!

If they lost, Alterra would only grow stronger! Imagine: thousands of level 20s and dozens of level 30s suddenly becoming their slaves—how much more difficult would it be to take them down by then?!

Fargo would never let that happen!

Unlike these people, he knew the potential of Terrans.

Even he had to acknowledge that they would most likely lose if they went on this war like they always did against other territories.

Not to mention, the people of this place were just so stupid. Otherwise, why would the default use of slaves be to directly attack walls when they'd just be destroying their hands and be useless? Obviously, there were far better uses for people who'd do your bidding no matter what it cost them!

Fortunately, at Town Level, this practice was seen a lot less, but it wasn't that it didn't exist.

Another gripe of his about the aborigines' brains was how they wasted the information he gave them. He passed on his knowledge of Terran technology, but somehow it was useless even after giving so much details to their so-called 'experts'!

He pushed those thoughts aside for now, focusing on the war at hand. His eyes widened a bit when he saw the sentries attacking anyone from their side, however, no longer caring whether it was a slave or not.

He was annoyed, but he also felt smug. Annoyed because this meant they could no longer use the slaves as shields as needed, but arrogant because Alterra's high moral ground seemed to have cracked.

'They aren't so special after all.'

This proved that they were not strong enough to keep doing whatever the heck they wanted, and that little detail… gave Fargo a sense of satisfaction.