Despite the protection of the iron wall, the villagers of the Village of Peace still felt as if their hearts were trembling.
Even counting the strengthless villagers, there were only several thousand of them total. It was impossible for them to defend the long red line that pierced through the entire city ruins.
There were too many sinners of dozens of villages on the other side. Although most of the sinners were bags of bones, the glimmering greed beaming out of their eyes alone was frightening enough to make them drop their weapons.
"Prepare to fight. Everybody, drop your assets and grab your weapons. Prepare to fight!" Zhao Chong and his Iron Blood Youths shouted in the city ruins on their single shuttles, distributing chainswords and sticks that were embedded with high-voltage electric arcs to the old and the young.
