After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 575

While Mauru and Meroun fought and defeated Sen, the rest of their teammates were also around the inner walls, battling their hearts out. They averaged at level 11 and were very passionate in this fight.

The leader while Mauru wasn’t around was a bald man named Massan. He was a level 13 archer and positioned himself above eye level, giving him a better view of the battles ongoing and having a good spot to support who needed it.

On the ground, the main vanguard was a man named Ento, a large level 13 swordsman with curly hair.

Like Mauru and the others, most of them had lived their entire lives in the war-torn and poor Mauin Village. Few of them knew any better. This was why when they arrived in Altera—a supposed fellow village—to say they were shocked would be an understatement.

There were over a hundred of their brethren who survived and reached Altera. Most didn’t know what to expect as they had only been to Mauin village their whole life. While a few may have had some adventures and traveled, it was only to fellow villages as well. They just assumed Altera wouldn’t be much different to the ’richer’ villages they had been to.

For example, Massan had gone to two other villages. One was to beg for an alliance and another was to get deals for resources, both of which didn’t work because Hasa and Tome had already allied by then.

These villages were doing much better than their Mauin village, a village that had been experiencing war every few weeks, so they just had a rough image that Altera was probably like these villages.

But Altera… was nothing like those villages at all.

It ended up something way beyond their imaginations.

No, even now, there were times they found it hard to believe such a place existed in this world.

The comfort and conveniences were one thing, but the most important part was that they didn’t have to fear for their and their family’s lives every single day, dreading that they’d be attacked again.

They even felt… seen, as if every life had high value worth to protect.

They knew this was their home, and—even if they had nothing—they believed that they would be able to carve out a good life there if they worked hard enough.

This was the type of hope Altera naturally emitted.

Then the war call came and they knew it was their time!

They had been through wars every few weeks. Basically, it was all they knew what to do! _{freewёbnoνel.com}

Such harsh conditions of survival meant that the Mauin fighters who lasted so long weren’t weak at all!

This showed during the war, and it was quite impressive.

At this time, they were fighting against another team of fellow Aborigine guards composed of the lower rungs of the Rongo Mercenary team, along with some weaker Terran guards.

In terms of numbers, it was about the same, and experience-wise shouldn’t be too far either. The enemies didn’t worry too much. After all, even if the other team were also aborigines, they were just villagers.

At least, that was what they thought.

How could a group of mercenaries who choose weaker territories to terrorize be so strong?

They might’ve had guns, or at least they had, but it couldn’t compare to the daily life-threatening situations the Mauin Villagers had to go through.

However, the former Mauin Villagers continued with their relentless attacks, making it appear as if they were the wild dog group among Alterans.

This fearlessness combined with experience made them almost unstoppable against a larger group of enemies.

Clack! Clank! PAK!

Repeatedly, the Fargo guards were hit. They were being mobbed so wildly that they didn’t even have the time to wave their weapons before they would get attacked from the side!

Of course, Fargo guards weren’t entirely helpless, waving around their weapons, soon without care on who they were hitting, but the vanguards didn’t falter even when they got a bit injured.

It was as if they didn’t fear injury or death, unlike their enemies, and they would take advantage of every moment of hesitation amongst the enemies to take lethal shots.

In terms of contribution, each one of them was certainly garnering a lot more than the average Terran.

It was really quite impressive.

’For a better life!’ they chanted, over and over, attacking enemies with blazing fire in their hearts.

After all, they firmly believed this was the way to improve their and their families’ lives and stature.

And they definitely weren’t wrong.