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Chapter 1061 - 1061 1018 Troops at the City Gates

1061: Chapter 1018: Troops at the City Gates?

Release the Fox Back to the Mountain!

1061: Chapter 1018: Troops at the City Gates?

Release the Fox Back to the Mountain!

The scorching sun climbed higher as the chill gradually receded.

In Jiazhou’s Nabiya during November, the rainy season was long gone, ushering in a fall withered grass and foliage.

The temperature variation between day and night was extreme.

During the day, the sun was searing, with temperatures soaring above thirty degrees Celsius, unbearably scorching.

Come nightfall, however, the mercury dipped to just a few degrees, piercingly cold.

As the temperature rose, the sunlight grew more vicious.

The armed militants who had gathered were stripping down under the blazing sun, some baring their chests, others wearing just tank tops.

Their dark skin and bright white teeth were exceptionally striking.

In this free-spirited, unfettered region,

these militants were especially lax and unrestrained.

Dozens of their armed pickups congregated outside the bustling city of Xikelse, as if they were there for a gathering.

The cargo beds of the pickups were equipped with tripod-mounted heavy caliber machine guns and recoilless rifles.

There were even the so-called “poor man’s heavy artillery,” 107mm multi-barrel rocket launchers.

Some stood in the truck beds, leaning against cannons chatting and smoking.

Others had already gotten off the vehicles, forming clusters idly chattering.

Assault rifles, worn casually at the waist and polished to a shine, were predominantly the omnipresent AK47s.

Also plentiful were the cost-effective and classic RPG launchers, stuck straight into the ground.

Their dark skin shimmered a glossy black.

They smoked cheap cigarettes, made cutting jokes, and laughed raucously.

When some laughed, the golden bullet chains wrapped around them would clink and clatter.

For these militants,

gathering here for a chat was much like a group of workers huddling together before starting their shift.

To them, all the arsenal of weapons were merely tools for their trade.

From time to time, they would gaze in the direction of Xikelse’s bustling city, a hub for international traders, which, in their eyes, was filled with all sorts of wealth and treasures.

If only…

Not far ahead, the road was almost cut off by several crisscrossed concrete barriers.

Regular vehicles looking to pass through had to slow down for the speed bumps, then carefully navigate around each solid concrete barrier.

For their bunch in armed pickups, desiring a rapid entry into the thriving city, those concrete blocks were the perfect roadblocks.

As for the option of blitzing through the roadside wasteland…

It’s best not to risk it.

Anti-tank mines with several kilograms of shaped charge explosive could render even tanks weighing tens of tons useless in a single blow.

Vehicles like their armed pickup trucks would have been instantly reduced to scattered parts by such a blast.

Plenty of other mines were scattered around as well.

The highway had become the obligatory entry and exit, with concrete blocks laid out and two fortified bunkers constructed to allow enfilading fire.

Caliber 12.7mm heavy machine guns poked just a bit of their barrel out of the firing ports.

The gaping muzzles aimed down at the road.

Inside the bunkers were various other weapons and ammunitions; rumors even had it that there were anti-tank missiles.

Such golden-armored strongholds were not the kind of places that weaker forces dared to charge through recklessly.

If it was an infantry attack, it would prove suicidal—more troops would simply mean more casualties.

Even lightly armored vehicles would not endure unless heavy artillery or aircraft were called in for precision bombing to eliminate these roadblocks and bunkers.

But what force with such strength would bother attacking these merchants?

After all,

this bustling city,

was merely a place for business, a gathering point for all sorts of goods and commodities.

From pickup trucks and motorcycles to buttons and nail clippers,

whether it was hardware, furniture, appliances, or clothing, groceries, and food, this place had it all.

Liuli Continent, known as the world’s factory, continuously exported all kinds of cost-effective goods to the globe.

And the bustling city of Xikelse was like a gigantic wholesale market.

Not only Nabiya but also people from surrounding nations often came here to purchase goods.

To ensure the safety and freedom of trade here, merchants voluntarily raised funds to form a guard squad.

They built roads that were connected in every direction but also set up blocks and fortified bunkers, laying numerous minefields.

As long as you paid your dues and covered the monthly utilities, anyone could open a shop and do business there.

Bigger organizations had dealings within the city, so under normal circumstances, no one would dare cause trouble.

Who would dare cut off a shared stream of income?

At the moment,

this group of black men gathered here seemed to harbor no hostility nor intent to attack.

Clearly, they were here just to make an appearance, to show a stance.

Who were they flexing their muscles for?

Of course, it was for the convoy that belonged to Tang’s Telecom’s Jiazhou security division from Liuli Continent, which rolled through like a long dragon just over an hour ago.

As the leader of this armed pickup fleet, Ganede, not yet twenty years old, felt a bit sullen.

Because he had killed before and done so ruthlessly, he was favored by the boss and entrusted with responsibility.

He had over a hundred brothers and a dozen vehicles under his command.

Though he knew his men were an unruly bunch,

firing their guns wildly, with their aim reliant purely on faith.

Fights over territory would often last the whole day with copious ammo spent, yet they’d fail to kill a single adversary.

But to intimidate the common folk, they were menacing enough.

However…

Just before dawn, he received an order to pick someone up from the airport.

At the sight of the entourage from both parties, though few in number, each looked fierce and formidable.

Who could provoke such a force?

When Xu Kuishan shouted at the doorway to forget the pickup and to quickly depart, Ganede felt as though he’d been granted a reprieve and swiftly retreated with his men.

As a result of this episode, he was severely reprimanded by his boss.

Hastily, he led his men near the bustling city.

If they didn’t flaunt their firepower, how would they handle being bullied by Wu Jie’s group?