After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1203

Chapter 1203: Battle with the Cannon
Meanwhile, a few more leaks opened up. This time, it was an area near the arrays. This was because stronger enemies had appeared again—newcomers from the array—and immediately the elites’ hands were full.

Enemies started pouring into this area, and the guards immediately lit up a flare to tell everyone another major leak had formed.

As per training, certain teams would go there to assist, reinforcing the fighters in this area in hopes of containing the chaos there.

The locals met the enemies trickling down the walls, and intense melee combat immediately exploded.

The archers waiting from the roofs shot people down, while the shieldsmen would block the access—and their teammates—with their shields.

As a team, they’d push back the trespassers as much as they could. Everyone had limited energies so they would only use their elements—assuming they were awakened—only when it was absolutely necessary.

They stabbed the enemies with their swords and spears, all while keeping them within the easements. Those assigned in this zone blocked the enemies’ path—preventing them from going deeper in the territory, preventing them from causing more damage, or finding hiding places.

They were still within the scope of the sentries too. However, the sentries were designed to prioritize hitting those outside rather than inside.

After all, each one still had a cool down. If the sentries started shooting enemies who got in, it would ultimately just make it easier for enemies from outside to enter.

The ultimate goal of the war was to keep the enemies out, not kill those that entered. While the latter would help, that was too many extra steps than just blocking enemies’ way inside.

If things got too much though, the teams would then lead the enemies into certain streets where various traps were set up and where citizens—even those attacking from their homes—were waiting to sabotage.

Some fell for it, particularly the lower-levelled ones, but many did not. After all, Terrans had been in Xeno for so long, and naturally many strategies had already leaked to the enemies or enemies-to-be.

In most cases, the locals simply had to hold up their shields and they’d greatly reduce the injuries they had to sustain while blocking enemy path.

This was in contrast to the enemy side, who, while equipped, lacked decent gear compared to the locals. Over time, the locals chipped away at their equipment’s durability—or directly at their health and spirit—taking them down one by one.

However, despite their efforts, the enemies’ number still felt endless, and—unless they blocked that breach—more and more would just come in and replace the ones they took down.

Speaking of leaks, those from the other side could tell where their people opened a path and created a weakness. They naturally aimed to take advantage of this.

Outside, one of the team leads held up a slave as a shield—gasping as a sentry arrow passed through the body and hit him—and ordered his people to focus on that spot.

“Widen the opening! Attack!!”

More and more of their forces focused on those openings, pushing away the guards. A new stair was even added to allow more people in.

BANG!

Another explosion, this time only a meter away from him. It was enough to blow him a meter and fall down on his face.

“Damnit!!” he cursed as he felt his ears ringing, and he cursed even more when people stepped over him without care! Damnit!!

“AHHH!” he screamed as he forced himself up, pushing away the bastard stepping on him at the moment. At the same time, he knew he could not stop or he’d be pushed so he moved forward, eyes on the prize.

He climbed up the ladder as quickly as he could, moving just in time to avoid another arrow—he didn’t know where it came from anymore—which ultimately killed the person next to him.

He gulped, he didn’t care, just focused on getting inside and finding a house to hide in!

As soon as he stepped on the battlement, he immediately jumped inside, not caring how he’d land.

This was a good thing because several boulders of rock the size of a child floated on that section of the battlement, sweeping away those trying to get in.

“AHHH!”

“NO!!”

He could hear his allies scream as they were pushed back to the outside, falling to their backs and probably stepped on by hundreds.

The team lead took deep breaths as he squeezed himself against the wall, going as low as he could to hide from immediate notice. His heart was palpitating so bad from nervousness as he studied the place.

There was a large space right below the wall, and it was now filled with several battles, which would make it harder for him to get past and find a hiding spot.

And then… he saw it.

That damned weapon! It was a large barrel-like thing made of black iron. It was being protected by guards, who also seemed busy defending the artilleryman who was preparing to make another shot.

BANG!

His eyes turned red. That blasted thing caused him so much trouble!!

Then, he had an idea. If he was to get that weapon, he would get rewarded! Better: if he got it for himself!

The greed made his heart tremble for a different reason and he watched the artilleryman as he prepared to make another shot.

After placing a ball from his space, it seemed like he just had to place fire? He had a small box he just had to rub and a small fire would be made. There was also grey powder which was placed on the table next to him!

The team lead took a deep breath before rushing forward, barely avoiding becoming collateral damage to a few battles happening around him.

“SLAVES! BACK ME UP!”

He ordered all the slaves in the vicinity to cover him, and they immediately rushed to where he was, covering him from the attacks.

The scores of people barrelling towards a single area—when they were all separated just a few moments before—took the locals by surprise.

The slaves attacked the enemies even if they were stabbed continuously, leaving an opening for the team lead—who was level 13 by the way—to kick down the artilleryman a few levels weaker than he was.

He smiled greedily, changing the barrel’s angle to hit the walls next to their breach to widen it. There were also several locals who compiled there as they tried to push down his side from climbing up.

He timed his attack so there was already a black ball inside, and all he had to do was light the fire and maybe place a bit more of that grey powder in.

No, a bit more, maybe the explosion would be bigger!

“Now! HAHA!” he yelled as he lit it up, looking forward to the damage he’d create!!

BANG!

He did not have the luxury of seeing this damage because instead of the thing exploding from the front, there was a shot coming from where he placed the fire, hitting him smack on the face.

When Mao arrived—he hurried after sweeping a few more enemies with his floating boulder—his eyes twitched.

Alterra naturally designed their cannons in a way that they would not be used against them by enemies—at least, not easily.

For now, the cannons were still large and heavy, and could not fit in the spaces. What they did was to keep the actual cannon balls in the artillerymen’s spaces. On top of that, they also separated the powder into two parts.

One was in the artillerymen’s spaces, too, and it had to be placed just before firing. It was kind of like the priming powder, but with several other uses.

If there was a lack of this, then it was likely an enemy was firing, and there would be a small defense explosion coming from behind, hoping to debilitate the enemy to some degree.

That said, the retaliatory explosion shouldn’t be deadly—what if it was just an ally taking over a fallen artilleryman?

But who told that bastard to add too much grey powder?

Of course, the artillerymen were also trained very strictly so they didn’t accidentally forget to place the powder and trigger this mechanism.

Mao’s eyes twitched as he looked at the man with half his face burned off—half-dead—body twitching in pain and shock as if he still hadn’t quite absorbed what had happened to him.

Well, this would definitely be a good case study during training. Those guys wouldn’t dare forget to add the powder again!