After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World - Chapter 1709

Chapter 1709: Drug War (Part 1)
Felipe’s jaw clenched, but he didn’t allow himself to be too anxious. The 28 hours before the war were particularly crucial because they were taken by surprise.

He needed to use this time to investigate, and the only way they could do it now was to go through the Post Office.

It was likely they’d employ a lot of mercenaries as well, and it would definitely be a difficult war. Towns would not wage war often, but when they did, it’d be bloody.

This was why, unless the other town had huge resources or there was deep bad blood in between, then there was no reason Voumi would attack.

Either case was not good news. The former meant they’d be targeted for the resources, and even if they won, they could expect more to come.

As for the latter, it was similarly disturbing because how could he have no idea?!

Anyway, this war that the other party decided was worth taking, and they’d be aiming to take everything.

Felipe gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. How presumptuous of them! He swore to make them suffer so many losses that their Town would either be wiped off the map or become his.

Felipe’s dark eyes looked at the useless, panicking Lord in front of him.

Tsk. If he knew where this bastard was hiding the token, he’d have killed him long ago!

Should he convince him to take it out of the warehouse?

This guy was annoyingly paranoid. He actually had his Lord Token hidden inside a Token Guard, and even until now, Felipe couldn’t find the chance to get him to take it out.

Pushing for it would definitely cause alarm in this idiot.

Why was he smart only with these things?

…

“Will there be war? Are you going to join them?”

Felipe arrived home to see his chemist’s worried face. To be honest, he was a little annoyed that she had the time to worry instead of trying to make new types of drugs. To keep a tight leash on the market, one had to innovate often.

These thoughts did not reflect on his face, of course.

He simply patted her head. “Don’t you trust your husband?” he asked. “Your husband will never lose.”

…

The war began as it always did, and it developed typical to how wars were conducted in general.

For the Alterrans and other spies, it did feel… new.

For one, they were complete spectators this time. They didn’t have much to fear, much to defend, and this allowed them to observe everything with a detached point of view, hoping to get some insights and learning.

At the very least, they could learn more about how aborigines fought, especially at the Town level.

Some people even brought out popcorn while they watched from the second floor of a rented house…

Some even had juice and booze. Why would they have so much in their limited spaces? Who knows…

Anyway, they watched from the side with varying expectations.

They were not surprised to see the intensity of the fights when they happened near them.

Everyone knew that the people fighting were far stronger than those at the village level. There were far more fighters and mercenaries trying to kill each other, and there was far more damage to property.

It was way bloodier. People had more specialized skills, so it was more common to see skulls bashed and people exploding from within.

Other than that, sadly, there wasn’t anything spectacular about this fight. The strategies were typical, and they soon realized this was the standard.

Some of them had been watching from the start and near the walls, so they knew what strategies the enemy forces decided to use when attacking.

Starting from the entrance of the forces, the attacking side would lunge forward against the walls, using subsidiaries and others to spread out the defenders in the battlement.

Then, when weak spots appeared, they would pound on that, attacking it over and over, gathering people and slaves to attack desperately until a breach was created.

Once the breach was made, people would pour into it like no tomorrow, which made sense because the main way to win a war was for them to get past the main walls.

Similarly, the defending team would also spread out, alert at whatever weak spots would be formed, and attack from there.

Lords would not be able to compel citizens to fight through the system, only slaves, but they did promise some money and benefits (and threatened) to those who would contribute. Mostly threatened.

Unlike Villages, Townsfolk had a lot more to lose through the threats, simply because they had invested their whole lives there, perhaps through generations.

This was especially true if they did not have a specialized occupation, status, money, and the like.

Of course, the best fighters were those aiming to get rewards.

This was, perhaps, what would be a bit different in Flaret. Instead of gold, the reward was drugs, so those citizens with withdrawal symptoms were like rabid people going out and fighting, causing Voumi Town some trouble pretty early on.

The level in Town was mostly around Level 15s to mid-20s, and there were a handful of level 39s or so duking it out. It was only those fights that were worthwhile.

In those cases, some observers even jumped out onto the roofs, subtly observing the powerhouse fights, and there may or may not have snacks in their hands.

While watching, they also saw some familiar faces.

For example, Rowan, who was belatedly stationed in Flaret, watched a group led by Hesso and Gingo.

It was an interesting combination, and he had a feeling the Lord sent them here to contribute well and/or die.

Rowan had entered days before the war declaration, and he had pretended to be a merchant associated with established dealers.

It was surprisingly easy to do using the information and connections the soldier named Gian had made with his own underground dealings.

Hesso and Gingo were fighting as a group, with Hesso protected by dozens of guards.

“Find where the drugs are!” he screamed, desperate, as if his life depended on it.

Ah. Rowan’s eyebrows rose, the drugs must’ve gotten in his head.