After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 463

Chapter 463: War Declared
Another border Territory, at least one that survived the initial burst of stronger mobs, was Fargo Village. However, it had developed a good relationship with a mercenary team, Rongo Mercenary Team, which Belize co-created with a few childhood friends of his since they lived in a small town.

Right now, the Rongo Mercenary Team made a home in his territory, occupying a good plot of lot he gifted as their own place. This was also a ticket to safety from Aborigine attacks, at least for a while.

As one of the Terran Villages closest to many aborigine villages, Fargo had already received more than one visitor. Each one expressed their interest in doing deals with them as well.

Inside the highest room in the Village Center, their lord was having a meeting with his confidantes. He looked at one of his best people—Sen, a tall man next to him.

The man’s hair was combed and converged to a curved back, and at this time, he was the point person for the imminent takeover of Bright Village.

“How’s the mole there?” he asked, and the other responded with a nod. “He has been informed and ready to move, milord.”

“What about the other things?”

“We’re ready,” he said. “Our men are now in close coordination with our… partners there and we only need to declare war, milord.”

Fargo’s lips twitched in satisfaction and opened the Lord Panel. He raised his hand and pressed the interesting magical dust that created the image.

[Would you like to declare a territory war on Bright Village (Lv3)?]

A sharp glint in his eyes.

Yes.

…

Bright Village.

[Fargo Village (Lv3) has declared war on Bright Territory (Lv3). The war will begin at 13:59:50]

Micheal’s jaw clenched as he saw the announcement, immediately sending an announcement to all his trusted confidantes.

He sighed, looking at them, and telling them about the news he had just received.

They had varying reactions of course, most of which were worry and apprehension.

“Should we announce it to the rest of the territory?” Bruno asked, already counting their own guards and formulating plans as the territory’s head of security.

Micheal didn’t answer and looked at his military advisers. Not just Bruno, but also his trusted treasurer Gingo and also the aborigine Juno.

“What do you think?”

The two’s eyebrows furrowed, also conflicted. Micheal sighed, knowing what everyone was considering.

If they announced it now… it was more likely the citizens would just run to Altera, instead.

This was understandable, but who’d want to give up their own territory? Not when they didn’t even know if this Fargo village was even a true threat?

But Micheal thought for a moment, “It’s not right to withhold this information, however, and they will become angry when they find out we released the news late.”

“We need preparation though.”

Micheal mused, “Then I will give you 2 hours. Prepare what you could for two hours, and I will announce it.”

Bruno nodded. “We also need to think of good incentives so people wouldn’t think of moving away during such an important time.”

Micheal agreed, thinking about it. He should’ve added another clause with his alliance with the others—that they could accept refugees, but they shouldn’t accept deserters. But it was too late to open this out now.

Dig’s eyebrows furrowed. As Micheal’s bodyguard from childhood, his priority had always been the lord’s safety. “Should we… ask assistance from Altera?”

Although it was premature, asking for more forces would only be good for everyone’s safety.

This was another issue he had to think about. “It’s not that straightforward,” Micheal said.

“When the alliance was formed, the Alteran Elders made sure they’d never be in a loss.”

“To call on to them, we’d have to share half of our winnings,” Micheal said with a sigh, “If we lose, we’d still have to pay them a fixed amount of gold, depending on how many forces they sent us.”

What Altera didn’t mention was that half of the earnings in these types of wars, win or loss, would be divided among the citizens and guards who participated in the rescue.

This was why the rescue and assistance missions would all be completely voluntary, so they couldn’t promise a fixed number of forces, and thus could not guarantee that the odds would truly tilt towards them.

Anyway, the allied villages couldn’t say no to their conditions. After all, they really had nothing to offer Altera except for a bigger market. Besides that, why would they help them? Why would they risk the lives of their own people without any gains?

Of course, there was also a factor of pride, albeit not the major one. How could Micheal feel comfortable asking for help from Garan’s territory? Especially after he had just milked him?

“What if the enemy is strong?” Juno asked, this was received with a sneer from Bruno—who had been plenty threatened by this aborigine since he was hired.

“Don’t underestimate us. Not only are we superior to most of our peers, but we also have weapons still deadly to humans much stronger than we are.”

Juno frowned and the two glared at each other, tension between them rising.

It was here that Gingo finally spoke, sighing. “Have you so little confidence in our territory?” He asked, obviously siding with Bruno. “I also checked the treasury, and we really would need more resources. The winnings of this war might just be what we need.”

Micheal naturally had a bias towards Bruno’s opinion, especially since they were going against a fellow Terran territory. He honestly doubted there was another Altera in their level right now, so the level difference shouldn’t be too wide. With their gun stocks, they could even be stronger.

In the end, he agreed with the majority—deciding to fight this war alone, without asking for rescue that would probably not be needed anyway!

It would easily be the worst mistake Micheal would ever make as the lord.