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

While the peripheries were being handled, the interior was also getting cleaned up.

The chaos in the front line was abound, and there was bound to be some chaos inside.

The new aborigine hires Elof, Sapur, and their respective teams were assigned in various areas to protect. It was their first war fighting alongside Terrans and they immediately found the differences.

One of the main differences was the guards' sense of loyalty.

They were well-trained, disciplined, and were unlikely to desert if things got too dangerous. Because the enemies were numerous, the territory was not small, and their forces were relatively thin so it could indeed get overwhelming sometimes.

However, they saw how the guards refused to back down. There was no time when they had the impression that the person wanted to run and abandon. Most of the citizens had been the same.

It was enlightening and fascinating at the same time.

The attitude certainly added some passion to their work, letting them do more than what they would've done in similar situations elsewhere.

All-out battles in the wide alleys commenced, with locals and civilians fighting against the leaks.

They had experienced a few wars already, so they already knew the drill. They already knew what to do to minimize injuries and what to do if it happened.

Another difference was that their teams were delegated to only certain zones and were not to head out to assist elsewhere no matter how many flares they saw.

This was to protect the core of the territory, and most of the weaker citizens were now hiding in certain houses so they'd be easier to protect.

To the aborigines, this alone was a novel thing. To them, it was puzzling but at the same time, it made sense. After all, most territories would purely prioritize winning the war—and this meant every force was along the battlement walls, minimizing the entries.

This was natural and the smart thing to do, of course, but here they made sure that the rest of the citizens were protected, too.

And indeed, there were some people who had managed to reach the central areas, running as deep as they could as soon as they entered.

Some were slaves ordered to make as much chaos as they could, while others were finding places to hide and maybe take advantage of a few weaklings while they waited for the war to be over.

Elof and Sapur's teams immediately mobilized to clear these areas, ensuring these leaks didn't cause damage or any more deaths.

Another difference was that there were many citizens joining bravely. For instance, while in the protection of their homes and businesses, they would attack the enemies coming their way.

For instance, Elof's team was assigned in the plaza area and were making rounds in this small space when they saw something interesting.

STAB!!

It was an old man stabbing down from the roof of the Weapons Store.

It was part of their scope because the weapons and equipment stores were often the target of leaks. After all, the enemies needed to replenish their weapons, too, and with the rules being null it was the perfect time to steal.

If there was a weapons master inside, then they could kidnap him too and bring to their territory after the war.

Anyway, the guards did not expect a civilian to be protecting it when they arrived.

The old man was stopping some aborigines from getting inside and stealing from the store. He would stab and stab his elongated spear—which was made of black iron by the way—irking the enemies to death.

When they would try to jump up in an attempt to grab onto him, he'd accurately stab them down.

"Wow, Old Basco could be a fisherman, stabbing down on fishes like that," some of the Terran teammates mumbled in amusement before they dashed to the enemies, taking them down easily while they were distracted.

BANG!!

BANG!

The noise attracted the Weaponsmith inside the Weapons Store. When Weaponsmiths made weapons to add to the automatic production of the system building, they would usually be unaware of what was going on outside unless there was some major noise.

The system building was designed for maximum efficiency in mind, after all, so the in-built workshop had great insulation.

"Sorry, Sir Basil! Continue with your good work! Your dad is a great fisherman."

"???"

"My dad? Is he alright?"

"Very," the guard said, looking up. But the old man was making 'hush' gestures so they only smiled. "He's safe and sound and can protect himself well."

"That said, we're assigned to patrol this area, so you can rest assured and do your job."

They didn't explain anymore, but Basil was tasked to make weapons as long as the war was ongoing, so he had to go back inside and do his job. As long as his dad was fine and safe, there was no need to worry.

This was the father-and-son pair Basil and Basco, the latter of which was a well-expert Fargo forced to work for him back then.

After being overworked his whole life—and also under Fargo after coming here—he was now living a retired life leeching off his son who had awakened the Weaponsmith Profession a few months ago.

Or at least that was what the son had tried to do, but how could an old man who lived his entire life working day in and day out actually rest?

In the end, he just gathered resources for a few hours a day, and spent the rest relaxing in the various establishments that popped up in their territory.

When the war started, his son asked him to stay in the cellar, but he couldn't stay still at all. He knew that the plaza area was a core protection area and the Weaponstore was likely protected by guards making rounds, but he still could not be reassured.

Although he knew there would be guards around, he felt he'd die of heart attack if he just stayed in hiding.

He and his son only had each other since his mother died giving birth to him. He would protect his son no matter what!